Xuantian's body was withered, and when he spoke, his voice sounded like grinding sand and stone.
No one knew how much time passed before Xuantian's body finally trembled as he sat up. He was like the last flickering candle in the wind, as though a gust could blow him down. He was so weak that he could not even stand.
Xuantian struggled to assess his condition. His flesh was dried up, his skin had been charred black by lightning, and more than a hundred gaping holes covered his body. He looked as though he had only one last breath left.
The next moment, a dazzling sacred herb appeared in his hand. In an instant, holy radiance illuminated the surrounding space, and a rich fragrance filled the air around him. Even his parched body gained a trace of vitality from the medicinal essence that seeped out.
"Crunch, crunch."
Chewing sounds rang out as he devoured the sacred herb as though he were eating a carrot. Crystal-clear juice splashed everywhere, and an even richer medicinal fragrance rushed forth.
Surging life energy flowed slowly through his dried, withered meridians like trickling streams before eventually converging into a roaring river that surged through his body.
At that moment, his body was like a man dying of thirst in the desert, while the essence of the sacred herb was like a river or oasis in that desert.
Having received enough energy, his body finally began to revive.
His charred, skin-and-bones body began to glow. Flesh rapidly grew back, becoming strong and full once more. His hunched posture vanished in an instant, restoring his upright bearing. Then, layer after layer of blackened skin fell away, revealing crystal-clear skin all over his body.
Although the sacred herb's medicinal power was incomparably abundant, it was still somewhat insufficient