cultivator without a dantian was worse than a mortal.
Xu Shiye knew this better than anyone. He had once been a genius of the Azure Heaven Sect, reaching Foundation Establishment before the age of twenty.
Now, he was nothing.
Or so it seemed.
That night, as moonlight bathed the ridge, Xu Shiye felt a strange pull within his body. His broken dantian did not repair itself—instead, it collapsed inward, forming a void.
A void that devoured spiritual energy.
Xu Shiye's breathing quickened.
"This is not destruction…"
"It's transformation."