Right now, Du Youqian looked a little worse for wear.
His aura was faint, and there wasn't a single patch of unblemished skin on his entire body.
A normal person would have long since bled to death.
But for a Nascent Soul Master, such injuries weren't particularly troublesome.
He just didn't want to waste any more of his lifespan to heal.
Not long ago, he'd encountered a fatal situation. A spatial fissure had suddenly formed right next to him, and he was instantly sliced into a dozen pieces before he could even activate his "Inch and Mile" Divine Ability.
Forget a Nascent Soul Cultivator; even a Divinity Transformation True Monarch would die in such a situation.
Fortunately, his "Instant Healing" Divine Ability was quite potent, which was the only reason he was still standing here now.
The price was eighty years of his life.
At this point, he had already consumed over one hundred and seventy years of his lifespan in this life.
