Inside the Essence Chamber, Wang Yue slowly opened his eyes. His taut body finally relaxed, and his back was already drenched in cold sweat. Leaning against the meditation cushion, he panted heavily as the scenes of the three-way melee in the mountains replayed endlessly in his mind.
If the Vital Essence Body had not been mistaken for the Buddha Son by sheer coincidence, and if Wang Hezheng and Cao Heng had fallen into the trap, the consequences would have been too dreadful to contemplate.
"Luckily... luckily, everyone made it out in one piece."
Wang Yue murmured softly, his heart brimming with relief.
He knew full well that if Wang Hezheng had perished in the mountains, the Wang Clan would have lost its pillar. Forget withstanding the pressure from the Dragon Transformation Sect—the clan would likely have crumbled from within, with each branch scattering and fleeing for its life in the end.
He raised a hand and rubbed his brow, pulling his thoughts back from lingering fear.
Meanwhile, in an open area on the other side of the mountains, Cao Heng stood before Wang Hezheng, wiping cold sweat from his forehead. His voice still carried lingering shock. "Grandmaster Wang, do you know that black-clad man who saved our lives just now?"
"For the Blood Pill Realm martial artists of the Zhao Kingdom to treat him with such respect, his identity must be anything but simple."
Wang Hezheng shook his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the direction where the Vital Essence Body had vanished. His tone was calm. "He was wrapped in black from head to toe and never showed his face. I would not dare make wild guesses."
He, too, cared greatly about the black-clad man's identity. In particular, the miraculous ability to instantly heal a severed body was no