Deep within Star Hall, time seemed to have frozen. Li Wuyang sat cross-legged atop a lotus dais formed entirely from condensed stellar origin, his body enveloped in dense, watery silver starlight. The medicinal power of the Star Sustaining Pill had already dissolved, and together with the incomparably pure stellar spiritual energy within the hall, it washed over him like sweet rain, repairing his nearly shattered Chaos Dao Body.
The Huang Ting Jing slowly circulated, guiding the immense energy into his battered meridians and nourishing his dim golden core, which had already fallen to the Nascent Soul level. Like a parched sponge, the Chaos Dao Body greedily absorbed everything. Its damaged areas healed at a visible rate, the cracks gradually vanished, and its dim divine radiance shone anew.
But his injuries this time had been far too severe. It was not merely his body—the depletion of his soul was even more astonishing. In particular, the complete silence of Xuan's Embryo's spiritual light seemed to have left an unfillable void deep within his soul, bringing waves of dull pain. Within his sea of consciousness, the crystal coffin floated quietly, radiating cold Annihilation Dao Rhyme. Though nourished by chaotic energy and the Spark of Starfire, it was incomparably heavy, constantly draining his mental strength.
Time flew by during cultivation. A year inside the hall might have amounted to only a single day outside. After an unknown period of time, Li Wuyang suddenly opened his eyes. A sharp gleam flashed through them and vanished, while his aura had stabilized. Though he was still far from his peak, he had at least escaped the brink of death, and his cultivation had recovered to around the early stage of Spirit Transformation.
"At last, I managed to keep my life." He let out a long breath, sensing