A cultivator's dao injuries were difficult to treat. If the injury had damaged one's origin, it was even harder to heal.
Although Qin Fengming could now refine Chaos Primordial Yang Liquid to repair dao injuries, he did not dare say for certain whether it would be effective on Venerable Jie Mie.
Looking at Venerable Jie Mie's injured body, Qin Fengming's expression suddenly grew even gloomier, becoming unspeakably grim. Something abruptly occurred to him.
Before he entered seclusion, Venerable Jie Mie had said that he would venture outside with Immortal Fairy Leng Yan, explore more areas, and make preparations for the great battle to come.
In Qin Fengming's view, with Venerable Jie Mie's methods and strength, even if he encountered those few Mahayana cultivators he had once fought, Venerable Jie Mie would not fear them. Even if several people besieged him, he could still retreat unscathed. Not to mention that Venerable Jie Mie and Immortal Fairy Leng Yan could execute a joint attack technique that was immensely powerful.
Venerable Jie Mie had already cultivated the Sea of Blood technique, and he carried several Mahayana puppets with him. Qin Fengming truly could not think of many people capable of overpowering Venerable Jie Mie.
At the very least, Qin Fengming was certain that with Venerable Jie Mie's strength, even if he faced the very cream of the crop among the Three Realms, he possessed ample ability to protect himself and retreat unscathed.
That was precisely why Qin Fengming had not paid it much mind.
Yet now, Venerable Jie Mie had returned gravely wounded, and Immortal Fairy Leng Yan was nowhere beside him. Could that mean Immortal Fairy Leng Yan had already met with disaster?
At that thought, Qin Fengming felt icy cold from head to toe, while the aura in his chest surged