Xiaowei Mountain Cave-Heaven

The moon hung over the branches, and the sky was full of stars.

Liu Xiaolou circulated his cultivation through three cycles. His true essence and magic power rapidly fused with the pill power, transforming into yet more true essence and magic power, gradually restoring his foundation.

The Tiger Bone Pill's effects were indeed remarkable. After nearly two hours, the pain from his wounds had noticeably lessened. He sat up and, enduring the searing pain, set his own bones—first his chest, then both arms. He continued taking pills, and another half hour later, both wounds had healed halfway. He reckoned they would fully heal in another two or three days.

The wounds on his body were manageable, but the damage to his Spiritual Sense was more troublesome. That scorching sensation remained in his mind, deep within his heart, even working through the meridians throughout his body and the qi sea below his abdomen. Like a branding iron, it could not be shaken off.

Liu Xiaolou had previously taken the Qinghua Divine Charm Pill, which specialized in healing injuries to the Spiritual Sense. He had rarely used this spiritual pill before, because he had seldom encountered such a formidable Spiritual Sense attack. After taking it now, he could feel his injuries easing, but not enough—the wounds he had suffered this time were truly severe.

That burning sensation still had not faded. It had merely changed from a raging blaze to a slow simmer, as though fierce cooking flames had become a low fire slowly stewing a pot. The simmering gradually left Liu Xiaolou dazed again.

Before long, through his haze, he saw a dim world. The endless wilderness was filled with Lone Graves and great trees. Every one of those trees was withered, countless dead branches stretching in all directions like ghastly