Before he could finish speaking, Yan Yu's arm around Ruan Tang's waist suddenly tightened.
The world around me seemed to be gripped by an irresistible force and suddenly twisted.
The mountain wind, the grass and trees, the distant footsteps—everything was instantly pulled away, and the vision fell into a distorted, deathly silence.
Once again, their feet were firmly planted on solid ground, and the two found themselves deep within a dark canyon.
On both sides are sheer cliffs, as if cut by a knife and axe, and looking up, only a sliver of sky can be seen, creating a sense of oppression and unease.
As soon as the tension eased, the excruciating pain of surviving the ordeal swept over every nerve.
The bones were groaning with unbearable pain, and every breath pulled at the internal organs, bringing a tearing sensation.
The two of them went limp and collapsed to the ground almost simultaneously.
Ignoring the burning pain in his back, Yan Yu knelt down on one knee and immediately wrapped his arms tightly around the person in his arms.
He lowered his head, his rough fingertips trembling slightly, as he gently wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth, examining her intently and nervously.
Only after confirming that she was merely exhausted from spiritual energy and had no fatal internal injuries did his tense back relax almost imperceptibly.
He slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, tinged with the stench of blood.
Yan Yu breathed a sigh of relief and then began to examine himself.
A thought subtly stirred within me.
A completely different power awakened within him.
That was no longer a superpower forcibly mobilized by mental strength, but a purer and more powerful torrent, as if it were an innate part of his bones, flesh and blood.
A slumbering golden river surged and roared through a brand-new meridian he had never perceived before.
This is spiritual power.
The Kun Yuan Golden Soul Technique operated on its own, finding its roots in this world.
Energy, which is everywhere, is its soil and its source.
The power surged through my limbs and bones, every cell cheering greedily.
The bones were reshaped with subtle crackling sounds, and deep within the flesh, black impurities were brutally squeezed out and evaporated.
This is a true transformation that begins at the very essence of life.
For the first time, a barely suppressed, almost possessive, joy flickered in Yan Yu's dark eyes.
This is a power that truly belongs to him, a power that can grow infinitely.
Ruan Tang also closed her eyes, her mind sinking into her body.
In the center of the empty spirit field, where Ruomu had disappeared, a brand new wood spirit root, radiating a vibrant life force, was shining brightly alongside the original water spirit root.
Water nourishes, and trees grow.
The two forces intertwined, water nourishing wood, and wood containing water, forming a perfect cycle within her body.
Foundation building complete!
The "Green Vine Cloud Dew Technique" broke free from its invisible shackles and began to operate wildly.
The spiritual energy in the surrounding air, so dense it was almost tangible, no longer required her to draw it in; instead, it flowed into her body willingly and joyfully, like rivers flowing into the sea.
The dried-up veins were like a long-parched riverbed being instantly filled.
Every inch of flesh and blood is cleansed and nourished by this pure energy.
Ruan Tang's eyes felt hot.
Ruomu, thank you.
She read it silently.
However, when she opened her eyes again and looked around, her joy was overshadowed by a sudden sense of bewilderment.
Everything here is so unfamiliar.
Climbing the mountain wall were vines she had never seen before, emitting a faint glow in the darkness.
The spiritual energy in the air carried a sharp, metallic quality, completely different from the warm and mellow atmosphere of the Southern Li Continent in her memory.
Ruomu did indeed take them home, back to the world of cultivation.
But this place was clearly not any of the places she remembered.
"We need to find a place to rest." Ruan Tang's voice was hoarse, carrying the exhaustion of surviving a disaster.
Yan Yu nodded and, without saying a word, picked her up and carried her horizontally.
His spiritual power spread out silently like an invisible net, probing everything around him.
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