After another ten or so minutes, Xiao Yi roughly stabilized his injuries.
The Primordial Power of the Small World within him and his own strength also recovered somewhat.
This time, the injuries were far more severe than imagined.
The meridians, riddled with holes inside him, the visceral pain from the freezing cold, etc., were manageable.
After all, he endured the backlash for only a very short time, a ten-day or half-month's rest should suffice for recovery.
The most troublesome part was the physical wounds. For Body Cultivation Martial Artists, physical strength is indeed formidable.
But at best, they don't get hurt; once injured, recovery becomes extremely difficult.
The previously charred black surface under the molten lava now appeared intact.
In truth, to recover would require at least one or two months, almost impossible to heal quickly.
Of course, there's no rushing this process.
"Phew." Xiao Yi exhaled a murky breath.
