Yu Chen's shout broke the somewhat awkward atmosphere, sparing Shen Yi from embarrassment and letting him heave a sigh of relief.
Meng Ke'er gave an irritated snort but did not pursue the matter further. Yet she silently etched one thing into her heart: the mysterious young girl at the pinnacle of Immortal Island, who looked seventy or eighty percent like her and had mastered the secret arts of both the Nightmare Tribe and the Witch Tribe. Once she returned to her clan, she would definitely investigate carefully.
Shen Yi came to the dried-up spirit spring, took out the Jade Bottle, and poured its contents down. The earth was nourished, clouds and rosy mist rose in waves, and a faint tremor ran through the ground. Then the shaking grew increasingly violent as a column of water burst through the soil and shot into the sky.
Rays of light rose all around, and dense vitality spread through the air. The spirit spring had finally been reactivated. The life force it contained was no weaker than the clear spring of the Sacred Mountain; even their auras were extremely similar, as though they had sprung from the same root.
Before long, the spring water flowed silently, forming a pool of clear water before them. Clouds steamed and rosy mists billowed, their radiance glittering. The entire Grotto-heaven Spirit Realm brimmed with life, thick vitality permeating every corner.
Though Yu Chen could barely contain his impatience, he still forcibly held back his urge. Only after receiving Shen Yi's consent did he leap into the pool. In an instant, mist surged and ripples spread across the water. He had already fused with the divine body, and now, soaked by the spring water, the scales on his white bones grew madly until they finally connected into one whole.