The latest tide of Vast Nether Cold Qi began to recede, and the heavens once more returned to their eerie calm.
On the Mountain Sea Immortal Alliance's Spirit Capturing Ship, after Yu Sheng and the others returned, the fifth-order Grand Unity cultivator who had ambushed Wang Wu only to be grievously injured instead slowly regained consciousness.
For a moment, he seemed somewhat dazed, with much of his memory missing.
"Zhao Feng, do you still remember what happened before?"
Yu Sheng asked in a deep voice, his gaze grave.
"I—I—we're on the Spirit Capturing Ship? Many thanks to Senior Brother for saving my life!"
Hearing this, Yu Sheng's solemn expression finally eased somewhat. It seemed the problem was not too severe.
"Then do you know the specific details of the person who injured you this time? For example, what he did to you?"
"Huh? The one who injured me? Senior Brother, I—we—I wasn't struck by a Great Fire Spirit Guard?"
Zhao Feng spoke in astonishment.
At that moment, Yu Sheng's expression turned incomparably ugly.
Because in both their memories, the incident where his junior brother had been struck by a Great Fire Spirit Guard had happened thirty-five thousand years ago.
At the time, he had been Grand Unity Third Order, while Zhao Feng had been Grand Unity First Order and had only just qualified to board the Spirit Capturing Ship.
How could this be? His Divine Soul had actually suffered such severe damage!
Damn it!
The situation was even worse than he had imagined!
"Quick! Send him into the Soul Suppressing Tower! Since his Divine Soul has suffered such massive losses, the hidden injuries in his Spirit Pill must be even more severe!"
After giving the order and watching Zhao Feng be carried away, Yu Sheng finally let out a long