At dawn, orange-red sunlight spilled down like ink splashed across a landscape of a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers, mingling with the thin, smoke-like mist and draping the lofty peaks and rugged ridges in layers of colored gauze.
Su Fan sat cross-legged beneath the cliff at the end of the valley, his eyes tightly shut.
After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath of foul air.
Su Fan had already been in this valley for three whole days.
For the past three days, he had endured the inhuman torment brought about by the mutation of his Spiritual Sense every moment of every day.
At that moment, his sea of consciousness was still a chaotic blur, as though a dark vortex were churning within it, with countless steel needles mercilessly stirring his mind.
Fortunately, the most torturous period had already passed, and the unbearable pain had gradually eased.
Within his Portable Secret Realm, Ghost Crow was also undergoing the trial of Spiritual Sense mutation.
Unlike Su Fan, who had devoured and fused with the Essence Blood of the Ink Feather Corpse Vulture King, Ghost Crow had absorbed the Demon Core of that mutated demonic bird, and the process it was experiencing was far more dangerous.
At that moment, Ghost Crow lay curled up quietly inside the secret realm. Its feathers were dull and lifeless, its body trembling faintly from time to time as it sank into slumber.
"Senior, have your injuries stabilized...?"
A gentle voice broke the silence of the valley.
He Ling had arrived at his side at some point. She wore a light pink gauze dress, its hem embroidered with exquisite floral patterns that fluttered softly with her movements.
Her jet-black hair was tied up with a matching ribbon, while a few strands