Fortunately, after absorbing the energy within the piece of red-gold crystal, Lu Xiaotian's injuries began to heal. The bones shattered by heavy blows, the large patches of dead muscle, and most importantly, his damaged meridians were all recovering.
He couldn't stop to refine pills just then, but his physical strength had recovered considerably, and Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Thankfully, the red-gold crystal had worked so well. As for the other life-saving pill he carried, things hadn't yet reached the point where he needed to use it. Who knew whether he might encounter similar dangers later?
The most dangerous part was behind him. As long as he reached the place where he had taken shelter before and recuperated for a while, he would gradually recover.
With that in mind, Lu Xiaotian, partly recovered, traveled onward with the earth puppet, carrying Dongfang Yi along the way.
As time passed, Lu Xiaotian recovered some of his magical power. More importantly, with the red-gold crystal's restorative effects, his physical strength had recovered by more than half. His legs, however, were still paralyzed by the ice-blue flames. What was worse, Lu Xiaotian sensed that after this injury, the ice-blue flames he had forcibly suppressed seemed to be stirring again. If he couldn't keep them under control and they spread to his dantian—or even higher—then it would surely be fatal.
But faced with his current situation, Lu Xiaotian had no good solution. Even Golden Core cultivators couldn't deal with it, so worrying more wouldn't help. He could only take things one step at a time.
Several days later, Lu Xiaotian's physical strength had recovered to eighty percent, and his magical power to nearly half. Yet when he looked back at the hundreds of horned demonic vipers—demonic beasts with serpentine bodies