Northern Border, Divine Martial Sect.
In a gloomy grand hall at the very depths, a long rainbow streaked through the air and plunged inside, finally turning into a burly man who collapsed onto the floor.
"Puh!"
The moment True Person Huanwu dropped to his knees, he could no longer suppress the blood spraying from his mouth. Yet with a pained expression, he hurriedly covered his mouth with both hands and swallowed the blood that was about to spill out.
After all, this "blood" was actually the essence of his Dao Foundation. Normally, coughing up even a mouthful would take him more than ten days to recover from. Yet now it gushed forth without end, impossible to stop. It was clear how grievously wounded he was—not to mention that he had abandoned even his physical body, escaping with only his soul.
"Senior Brother!"
At that moment, a young man emerged from within the hall, his face full of alarm. Seeing True Person Huanwu in such a state, he hastened forward to support him.
"Junior Brother Xuanwu. Medicine, medicine!"
True Person Huanwu urged him repeatedly. The young man did not dare delay and promptly took out a pill bottle, pouring a tiny crimson pill from it.
The next second, he used dharma power to dissolve it.
The shattered pill fell onto True Person Huanwu's body. In an instant, organs regenerated, flesh and blood gathered, bones formed—and it actually took the shape of True Person Huanwu!
True Person Huanwu's soul entered the body, and only then did he finally let out a breath. His unstable Dao Foundation steadied once more. Although his new body continued to crack and explode, clearly struggling to bear his soul, it was usable at least. His soul would no longer be left without something to rely on.
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