As the Lower Qiankun was opened, Lu Yuan felt as if numerous steel needles were chaotically piercing his abdomen, as if a fierce fire was burning incessantly, while his limbs were ice cold.
This sensation of ice and fire was unbearable, and he couldn't help but grunt a couple of times.
Half an hour later, the feeling of the needles faded, and the burning sensation vanished as well.
"Could it be a success?"
Lu Yuan was somewhat puzzled. Could it be that humans, as a species, were blessed with such exceptional talent that they could solve the great challenge of opening the Qiankun so easily?
All of a sudden, his facial expression changed dramatically!!
For a greater wave of pain washed over him, those steel needles turned into sharp knives twisting endlessly in his stomach.
Caught off guard, beads of sweat the size of soybeans seeped from his forehead, and Lu Yuan's body curled up into the shape of a shrimp.