Heartless soul... come, die once!

He hadn't entered the 'dreamland', and it wasn't a hallucination, either.

Just as he was reading the ❮Diary of the Ascetic Senior Monk❯, his body started to feel firsthand the pain the senior monk felt during his ascetic journey.

Traveling barefooted through a land full of snow and ice while wearing thin clothes, both cold and hungry... the ability to resist cold that cultivators were so proud of didn't have any effect at this time.

The pain the senior monk felt during his ascetic journey was directly transferred onto Song Shuhang's body, completely ignoring all his magical defenses and protective items.

Song Shuhang's face froze and turned blue while his lips became purple. At the same time, he felt as though the soles of his feet were going to crack as a result of the cold.

"Shuhang?" Senior Sister Ye saw Song Shuhang's abnormal state and immediately used the healing technique on his body.