Bright Temple

Xian Ling'er said calmly, "He was badly wounded too, and fled back to the Netherworld. He won't come again in the short term."

Xuanqing let out a breath of relief, but then his brows furrowed again. "Ancestor, your injury..."

Xian Ling'er lowered her head to look at the bloody hole in her right shoulder, then looked at her own graying hair and aged face, and gave a bitter smile. "This is the aftereffect of 'Decay of Death.'

"Jiuyou Daoist's Law of Wood follows the path of withering and decay.

"His ultimate move, 'Decay of Death,' strips away vitality and accelerates aging. I was struck by his 'Decay of Death,' and part of the vitality in my body was taken away. That's why I've become like this."

Xuanqing's expression changed. "Then... can you recover?"

Xian Ling'er said calmly, "I can. But it will take time. The withering power of the Law of Wood is no ordinary injury. It needs to be slowly dissolved with the power of laws. At best, several years. At worst, several thousand."

Xuanqing fell silent. Several years, several thousand years. For cultivators, several years was fine, but several thousand years, that...

But for the Human Race, that length of time was enough for many things to happen. The Netherworld was a tiger watching its prey, and Jiuyou Daoist could return in a swirl of dust at any time. If Ancestor could not recover as soon as possible, how would the Human Race resist?

Xian Ling'er saw through his thoughts and said calmly, "Don't worry. Jiuyou Daoist's injuries are worse than mine. He was hit by my 'Suppression.' The heavy force of the Law of Earth is not so easy to dissolve. If he doesn't recover, he won't come again either."

She paused, then added, "I have already