Deep inside an Unnamed Mountain.
Fu Qinglan sat with her eyes closed.
Though her eyes were shut, her Divine Sense spread out, covering the surrounding area.
Any living creature that drew near was killed instantly by her.
Before her, a circular array plate lay quietly embedded in the rock.
Suddenly!
The array plate trembled. One High-Grade Spirit Stone after another crumbled to dust, and even the Top Grade Spirit Stone began to dim.
Vast amounts of spiritual energy were drawn out and poured into the plate.
Fu Qinglan's eyes flew open.
Hum...
With a soft hum, the light warped.
The next moment, a figure stepped out.
"Luo—"
"Pfft!"
Before Luo Chen could steady himself, he spat a mouthful of blood. Cracks split his body inch by inch, and blood sprayed from every patch of exposed skin.
"How could this happen?" Fu Qinglan exclaimed, hurrying forward to support him.
Once he had steadied himself, Luo Chen wiped the corner of his mouth.
He pushed Fu Qinglan's hand away and pressed a finger to his chest. The split skin across his body instantly healed, and the gushing blood flowed back into him.
Drawing on what little Mana he had left, he cast a Cleanse Spell, erasing every trace of the blood that had fallen around him.
Just like that, it was as though nothing had happened.
Fu Qinglan swallowed and asked anxiously, "Brother Luo, are you all right?"
Luo Chen tugged at the corner of his mouth. "My Mana's a little depleted, but otherwise I'm fine."
"But just now, you..."
Luo Chen waved a hand. He did not want to explain.
When he put away the array plate, however, he gave its web of cracks a few extra glances.
He never would have imagined that the Nascent Soul Cultivators would pose him