Chapter 225

The agony of refining one's body was beyond what most could endure, and each successive refinement brought exponentially more pain. For most cultivators, even a single round of body refinement was enough. Only a few would willingly undergo it a second time. Now, Icarus was in the middle of his 100th refinement, enduring unimaginable pain. His teeth were clenched, his gaze intense, and an almost terrifying aura emanated from him. This caused the large tree behind him to bend under pressure, its branches trembling. The pain was gnawing away at Icarus' mind. Every fiber of his body felt like it was on fire. If the human pain scale topped out at ten, what he felt was easily beyond ten thousand. Icarus clenched his teeth, his gaze hardening with a powerful focus. He knew he had to see this through, or he risked an overload that could destroy him, just as Romulus had once warned him. The pain intensified, and Icarus' body began to tremble slightly. But Icarus knew that if he cou