The moment the light point in his sea of consciousness locked onto the location, Qin He had already turned into a faint shadow and shot out of the valley.
Wrapped in the Gold-Black Law, he pierced through the clouds, turning a blind eye to the traces of the Divine Court's searches along the way.
The Void Breath-Concealing Step was pushed to its limit. Only fine ripples remained in the surrounding space; even the wind could not catch up to his trail.
The escape speed of an Other Shore Realm cultivator had long transcended the mortal world. With the Sourcebirth Law further harmonizing his aura, after three days and three nights of racing beneath the stars, a ruined temple in a mountain hollow finally entered his sight.
Qin He lightly touched down on the threshold of the ruined temple. The power of his laws spread out ahead of him, sealing the aura of heaven and earth in the surroundings.
It was not vigilance. He feared that disturbances from outside would awaken the person in the temple, even if that person had long since fallen unconscious.
Before the altar, Wei Yuanji was curled up on the ground. His coarse cloth tunic was covered in dust and dried dark stains, while his breathing was so weak it seemed on the verge of stopping.
That face, once carrying a trace of simple honesty, was now nothing but skin stretched over bone. His cheekbones jutted high, his cracked lips seeped with blood, and not a thread of spiritual power fluctuated around him. Only the faint breath of a mortal remained.
Qin He crouched down, the gold-black patterns on his fingertips lightly touching Wei Yuanji's brow.
His divine sense seeped into Wei Yuanji's body like a thin stream. The instant it entered his meridians, Qin He