Chapter 662: Living Towards Death
The dean helped Xie Qin Gui up: "How are you?"
Xie Qingui rubbed his throbbing temples and shook his head: "I...I'm fine, I just suddenly feel dizzy and lightheaded, and my limbs feel weak."
"Sit down cross-legged and rest for now. Don't use your spiritual energy for the time being." The dean comforted him, seeing that his face was pale. "Time flows very slowly in the Eight Desolate Divine Realm. You may think that you have been inside for several months, but in fact only a few hours have passed outside."
"Your body has absorbed everything within the Eight Desolate Divine Realm, so after leaving the Eight Desolate Divine Realm, you will experience symptoms such as dizziness and weakness. Go back and rest for a few days to allow your body to adapt to the outside world, and you will be fine."
Xie Qingui let out a soft breath and nodded, saying, "Okay, I understand."
During Xie Qingui's rest with his eyes closed, younger generations emerged one after another from the teleportation array.
They were all badly injured, some even with broken arms or legs, but they were very lucky to have survived such a dangerous place as the Eight Desolate Divine Realm.
Most of the younger members wept with joy upon emerging from the water. They clung tightly to their respective team leaders, sobbing uncontrollably, their eyes filled not only with tears but also with deep fear.
The dean silently watched the scene unfold before him.
Fear of death is a human instinct.
However, true strongmen are not afraid of life and death; they are cultivators who walk on the edge of hell and truly live towards death.
Although these juniors have all passed the Eight Desolate Divine Realm and their cultivation may have improved significantly, their mental fortitude is still far from sufficient.
They were all the same age and had experienced similar trials, yet Xie Qingui did not burst into tears.
The dean slowly closed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.
This child's mindset far surpasses that of most of the younger generation here.
In the future, he will surely become an unparalleled powerhouse who can look down upon the world.
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Half an hour later, Mu Jingshen and Yu Muhan also emerged from the teleportation array.
The dean immediately went to greet them, first checking whether the two had suffered any serious injuries. After confirming that they were alright, he smiled and said, "You've passed the Eight Desolate Divine Realm, congratulations!"
"I happened to run into Jing Shen in the last secret realm. It's nice to have someone to leave with!" Yu Muhan touched his cheek shyly.
Mu Jingshen raised his eyes and looked at everything in the hall, his deep eyes gleaming: "Yes... we're really out."
Everything within the Eight Desolate Divine Realm is still vivid in my mind, the struggles against dangers, monsters, traps, and mazes.
Every day is a matter of life and death, hanging by a thread.
With his mind highly focused and every nerve taut, he could hardly remember when he last fell soundly asleep.
The fleeting flashes of swords and shadows were tinged with a lingering bloodstain... as if one had been in a nightmare from which one could never wake.
Fortunately, we made it through.
Mu Jingshen gripped the Shattering Void Sword tightly, met the dean's concerned gaze, and asked, "Dean, what about our other teammates? Are they... all alright?"
Yu Muhan immediately asked, "Yes, has everyone come out yet?"
"Qin Gui was the first to come out, and then it was the two of you," the dean replied. "You should also close your eyes and rest with Qin Gui. You must be exhausted after coming out of the secret realm."
The two nodded obediently and sat down next to Xie Qingui to rest.
The dean glanced at the individual points leaderboard, where Yu Muhan and Mu Jingshen were ranked fifth and eighth respectively.
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