Not long ago, Li Chen was in closed-door cultivation on the third layer of the Relic World.
The time wasn't long, but it wasn't exactly short either.
For others, perhaps two months indeed is not long; even for ordinary people, two months can pass in the blink of an eye.
For a Martial Artist, it's even more so.
Two months is barely enough for them to have a brief period of closed-door cultivation.
But those two months, for Li Chen, were like being in Hell.
Every single day, he was.
In the mist-filled third layer, where he couldn't see clearly within ten meters, Li Chen had to keep his nerves tight and face everything with the utmost vigilance.
He dared not relax even a little, for just a moment of slack could mean becoming food for the vicious Demon Beasts.
It was a layer filled with slaughter.
Only the strongest could enjoy peace there.
Li Chen's strength was clearly not the strongest there.
