Chapter 10
A fierce wind howled, and the power of chaos surged and rolled like a raging tide, exuding a chilling aura. That power seemed to come from an ancient beast, carrying endless rage and destructive desire; wherever it went, everything lost its original order.
Spacetime suddenly distorted, as if an invisible hand was wantonly kneading the dimensions of time and space.
The surrounding scene resembled a mirror struck by a heavy hammer, revealing countless fine cracks that rapidly spread and intertwined into a giant spider web, enveloping the entire world.
Suddenly, the mirror shattered completely, and countless fragments were frantically sucked into a giant black hole.
"This is... a spacetime turbulence!" Daoist Danxi was panicked. How could a spacetime turbulence appear here? Could the power of chaos be so strong that it can even distort spacetime?
Daoist Danxi wanted to grab Jiang Liuya. However, the moment he reached out, he suddenly lost his spiritual power.
The two are caught up in different fragments of time and space.
Danxi felt his spiritual energy dissipate like the receding tide, leaving his limbs and bones saturated with aching and weakness. He had never felt so weak before. Even his eyelids felt as if they were weighed down by a thousand pounds; he tried to open his eyes, but it was all in vain.
The wind howled, and the power of chaos surged like a raging tide, constantly rolling and surging, exuding a chilling aura. Wherever it went, everything lost its original order.
Spacetime suddenly distorted, as if an invisible hand was wantonly kneading the dimensions of time and space.
The surrounding scene resembled a mirror struck by a heavy object, revealing countless fine cracks that rapidly spread and intertwined into a giant spider web, enveloping the entire world.
Suddenly, the mirror shattered completely, and countless fragments were frantically sucked into a giant black hole.
"This is... a spacetime turbulence!" Daoist Danxi's eyes widened in surprise. How could a spacetime turbulence appear here? The power of chaos is so strong that it can even arbitrarily distort spacetime?
Daoist Danxi wanted to grab Jiang Liuya. However, the moment he reached out, he suddenly lost his spiritual power.
The two are caught up in different fragments of time and space.
Danxi felt his spiritual energy dissipate like the receding tide, and his limbs and bones were soaked in a sore and weak exhaustion. He had never been so weak before, and even his eyelids felt as if they were being weighed down by a thousand pounds. He tried to open his eyes, but it was all in vain.
He lay quietly on the ground, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.
After a long while, it seemed that light footsteps were approaching from afar.
"Senior sister, look! It's over there!" A clear, girlish voice rang out, filled with curiosity and excitement.
"Really? Falling from such a height, how badly must he have been hurt..." another girl's voice was filled with worry.
"Perhaps he has profound cultivation and can fly through the air," the first girl guessed.
"Flying through the air? Only a Nascent Soul stage expert can do that. Judging from his appearance..." another girl said with a hint of doubt, "Besides, he doesn't seem to have any spiritual energy fluctuations at all."
"Huh? What's that on his face? Is it dirt?" the girl asked in surprise.
“It looks like some kind of mark,” the other girl replied.
At that moment, Danxi felt warm fingers touching her wrist.
Then, a handful of pills were put into his mouth.
The taste was bitter and acrid, the spiritual energy chaotic—what kind of pill was this? It tasted like a Rejuvenation Pill; Danxi had never taken such a bad pill before. If she had even a shred of strength left, she would have vomited it up.
"He's still alive, but he's badly injured. Let's take him back for treatment first."
Danxi strained with all his might, managing to open his eyes a tiny slit. He saw a girl in green, her face somewhat blurry, yet she seemed strangely familiar to him.
The two then helped him up, and he felt a sudden dizziness before falling into a coma.
When Danxi woke up again, she found herself in a simple but clean bedroom.
The wooden bed exudes a faint woody fragrance, and the bed curtains hang softly down.
There were three other people in the room: the two girls who had rescued him, and a boy.
They were talking and didn't realize they had woken up.
"It's not good for you two to bring him back so rashly. This person suddenly appeared on the back mountain, his origins are unknown, and he has such a big scar on his face. Could he be a bad guy?" The leading boy frowned and said, "Should we put him back?"
"How can that be? I carried him back with great difficulty, you have no idea how heavy he was!" the girl in green said angrily. "Besides, have you ever seen anyone with a scar like this? These concentric patterns look like some kind of magic circle."
"Really? I think it looks like a dark, indistinct thing."
As they spoke, the group looked at Danxi's face, seemingly trying to confirm if there really was a pattern there.
But they found that Danxi had already opened his eyes. He was staring blankly at the ceiling above him.
"Huh? How come the mark on his face has disappeared?" As she spoke, the girl in green walked up to him.
The girl in green was beautiful. Her eyes looked as if they had been meticulously drawn with fine brushstrokes, making one want to admire them.
Danxi felt a vague sense of familiarity, but couldn't quite place it.
Danxi struggled to sit up, but then coughed violently.
The girl in green quickly poured him a glass of water and handed it to him.
"Are you alright?" the girl in green asked with concern.
Danxi shook her head, indicating that she was fine.
Just now, while they were talking, Danxi was also quietly observing the three of them.
The three of them looked to be under twenty years old, with a youthful innocence still lingering on their faces. In the cultivation world, this age was hardly considered old.
Of the three, only the girl in green had the highest cultivation level. Her aura was the most profound. She had reached the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, a realm only one step away from Foundation Establishment, which was extremely rare for such a young cultivator.
The young man was slightly inferior, with a cultivation level of the seventh stage of Qi Refining, which seemed rather mediocre. The other girl had the weakest cultivation, at the fifth stage of Qi Refining.
"Fellow Daoist, this is the Imperial Pill Sect. My name is Jiang Liuya, and I am a disciple of the Imperial Pill Sect." The girl in green said with a smile, "These two are my senior brother Li Yuan and junior sister Song Chu, respectively." She turned slightly to the side, pointing to the two people beside her, her smile pure and friendly.
The two people beside him nodded slightly as a greeting.
At this moment, the atmosphere became slightly awkward. Normally, faced with such a friendly introduction, most people would have already introduced themselves.
But Danxi remained silent. He sat there quietly, his eyes filled with confusion and detachment.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Liuya couldn't help but feel a little puzzled: "Fellow Daoist, what's your name? Where are you from?"
Danxi's gaze slowly swept over the three people in front of her, and then seemed to pass through them, looking into the distance, as if searching for something, or as if recalling something. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everything around her became quiet.
After a long while, Danxi finally shook her head slowly and said, "I don't remember."
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