Goodbye Mu Xi

With his cultivation at the Title Douluo level, and as a Four-Word Battle Armor master, Zhen Hua could absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to keep his body at its peak at all times even without eating.

Previously, his cultivation had been sealed, leaving him unable to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and he had still had to rely on his body to withstand the cold of the Extreme North.

He had had to endure both hunger and cold. For Zhen Hua, whose cultivation had been sealed, every moment was an enormous drain on his body.

If Zhen Hua's cultivation had not been so profound, he probably would have frozen to death long ago.

As his Title Douluo-level Soul Power recovered, Zhen Hua's condition immediately improved a great deal, and his stooped body slowly straightened.

But his head full of white hair and his aged face could no longer recover.

Even so, this was already considered fortunate.

If the Demon Empress had not spoken up for him, with that uncooperative attitude of his, the problem would not have been as simple as starving and going hungry.

From body to soul, the Holy Spirit Cult had no shortage of ways to torment him.

"What exactly is going on?" Zhen Hua looked at Xia Yi, then turned his head to look at Leng Yulai and Na Nali behind him.

"Let's go to Holy Spirit Hall first. Once we're there, Senior will know what's going on," Xia Yi said with a smile.

"You really broke through the Holy Spirit Cult?" Zhen Hua's eyes were still filled with disbelief. Only after being captured by the Holy Spirit Cult had he learned just how terrifying it was.

Putting aside how difficult it was to find the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters