Someone asked him, he would say, he wanted to find a battle method suitable for those who refine gods.
Pure Refining God cultivators, even if they go to the frontlines, if they're not strong enough, they're just a burden, holding back their teammates' strength, because they're too weak.
He still spent his days with hands tucked in his sleeves, in others' eyes, he was just a bum.
Only Yu Ziqing saw that he was more determined than anyone, for the sake of researching a battle method suitable for Refining God cultivators, his divine soul had been injured dozens of times.
But he had a naturally powerful soul, extraordinary talents, capable of self-recovery.
He pushed his abilities to the limit, almost always being in an injured state.
More severe than the injuries faced by those on the frontline.
The pain of the divine soul is far beyond what the pain of the flesh can compare, because it can't be reduced, can't be shielded.
