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On the tower ship, the women hurriedly rescued Shi Weiran. It took great effort to pry him out of the hull, and for a long while, Shi Weiran did not come back to his senses.

No one knew whether the bell chime had struck his physical body and Spiritual Nature, or whether the blow had wounded his Dao Heart.

After a moment, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression listless.

Meanwhile, several Fairies under the Immortal Empress hurried into the Imperial Carriage and carried Fang Zhuzhi out. His eyes were vacant as he stared straight up at the sky.

Everyone was aghast.

The more high-spirited these two First Immortals had been just now, the more despondent they were now. Their battle had shattered heaven and earth, with all manner of Daoist Magic and Divine Abilities emerging one after another, displaying peerless aptitude, comprehension, and talent!

At that time, they had seemed to stand atop the world, pointing at mountains and rivers, sweeping their arms with heroic vigor, all the heroes under heaven beneath their feet. Yet now, they were like those heroes beneath their feet.

No one knew how to comfort them. They could only do their utmost to treat the wounds on their bodies; as for the wounds on their Dao Hearts, they could only let them lick those wounds themselves. People whose Dao Hearts were wounded often made up all sorts of reasons to numb themselves, pretending they had been healed.

Not long afterward, Fang Zhuzhi staggered to his feet and headed toward Ganquan Garden.

Seeing this, Shi Weiran also stood and limped after him.

The two supported each other as they entered Ganquan Garden.

Su Yun sat in the book corridor of Ganquan Garden, where books filled the shelves in vast profusion. Di Xin and