Seeing this, Yuan Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped aside and waited quietly for Wulu to stabilize his cultivation.
After less than half a day, the five-colored vapor finally stopped rising from Wulu's body, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Just as Yuan Ming was about to step forward and congratulate him, Wulu rose first and bowed deeply. "Brother Yuan, thank you!"
"If I hadn't acted on my own and added those two venom sacs to you, you wouldn't have suffered the backlash," Yuan Ming said hurriedly, waving his hands.
"Then I would not have had the chance to break through to the late Dharma Aspect stage. And after suffering this backlash, my internal organs have become even more resistant to poison. I also have a feeling that, after this, my cultivation will proceed exceptionally smoothly until I break through to the Mahayana Stage," Wulu said with a smile.
"If that is the case, then it was not a loss," Yuan Ming said with a smile as well.
But his expression quickly dimmed again, and he told Wulu about Xia Jie's death.
Wulu was stunned for a moment upon hearing this. Grief filled his face, and he remained silent for a long while.
"Senior Xia Jie toiled his entire life for the Chuyun Realm. To die like this was, to him, akin to being wrapped in horsehide on the battlefield. It was a form of honor. We must also inherit his will and crush the Devil Race's scheme," Wulu said, forcing out a faint smile.
"There is still some time before the Heaven-Questioning Secret Realm trial ends. What do you plan to do?" Yuan Ming asked.
"I originally planned to return to Asura Palace to recuperate after breaking through to the late Dharma Aspect stage. But now,