The Fury of Three Major Clans!

Portentous clouds, heavy and dark, came bearing from the distance, as waves several dozen meters high crashed upon the shore with the great force of nature.

Fuchen was naked, seated cross-legged on the rocks by the seashore. A determined look was on his face, but there was also hesitation mixed in as he let these waves batter upon him.

"Is this really the only way for me to recover my powers?" Fuchen asked.

"Yes."

"Unrestricteds like me don't have eternal life. What if I die as a result?" Fuchen asked again.

"You people do not have immortal life because the Heavens are fair. It's all because the Unrestricteds are the orthodox Spiritualists, and are more powerful than any other sect. Besides, what you're afraid of isn't death, but what happens after your death. To which I can very clearly state, even if you pass, everything will go as normal," that ancient voice answered.