At the same time.
I never expected this old Dao Lord's strength to be so formidable.
Truly, the older he grew, the stronger he became.
Ling Pengyun watched Old Daoist Zheng Yuan display his might, a faint shock stirring in his heart.
But precisely because of this, he finally had a chance to catch his breath.
He quietly let out a sigh of relief and turned to examine his condition.
His meridians, Nascent Soul, and Sea of Consciousness were all covered in cracks, as though they would shatter at any moment. His condition was utterly miserable; he was not far from being crippled.
Fortunately, the strand of Yin Yang Primordial Essence he had refined in his early years moved like a swimming dragon, slowly drawing upon the power of creation to mend the injuries throughout his body.
At this rate, I should recover fully within a few hundred years.
The only concern is that I burned too much of my lifespan. I only have barely a century left.
I have already consumed most Longevity Enhancing Spirit Objects, while high-grade ones are difficult to obtain. It seems my only way out lies with Cheng Xin's Fourth Rank Low Grade Natal Spirit Plant, the Longevity Enhancing Spirit Apricot Tree.
As long as that spirit tree can advance further, it can produce better Longevity Enhancing Spirit Objects. That would be of considerable help to me now.
Ling Pengyun silently made his plans.
Among his three children, Ling Chengxin, his only daughter, resembled him the most. Both possessed extraordinary talent in the path of spirit plants, and her attainments in this field had already reached the Fourth Rank.
Moreover, she possessed a Fourth Rank Natal Spirit Plant—the Longevity Enhancing Spirit Apricot Tree.
Every so often, this tree would bear Longevity Enhancing Spirit Apricots.
However,