Above the Sacred Abyss, a lone figure soared straight upward. The evil clouds on the horizon pressed down with boundless might, as if they were a world-ending calamity.
Buzz!
With a thought from Mu Zi, a translucent jade bead appeared in her palm. Along with it came the gurgling waters of the Luo River, flowing without end, pouring into Mu Zi's limbs and bones.
Splash, splash!
Faint sounds of rushing water came from within her body, stirring the void into turmoil. Mu Zi was quickly filled to the brim, her entire body brimming with surging pure energy. But this time, she did not stop at the right moment. Instead, she continued increasing the amount of energy pouring in.
The gap between Mu Zi's strength and Saint Grade was far too vast. She had no choice but to use this method of damaging her fleshly body to close the distance between them as much as possible.
Crack. Crack.
As energy beyond what she could withstand continued to flood in, a tearing sensation spread through Mu Zi's body, inside and out. Along with it came pain unbearable to ordinary people, yet Mu Zi's expression did not change, as if the one enduring that suffering were not her at all.
Compared with the pain of the flesh, the weakness of the spirit was even harder to bear. At this moment, Mu Zi's mind and spirit were like a faint candle flame before a boundless night that invaded wantonly, seeming so small.
Ever since Mu Zi had stepped onto the path of cultivation, it had already been many years since she had experienced this state of weakened will.
Yet this strange state also brought a different kind of experience. The weakness of her spirit allowed Mu Zi to perceive everything from another perspective.
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