Borrowing

Li Xiao only felt his thoughts twisting into a tangled mess.

An indescribable irritation surged up from the depths of his heart, while fragments of memories from his past life churned like muddy water that had been stirred up.

Scenes he had long forgotten, emotions he had deliberately buried deep within, people and events he no longer wished to recall—all of them rose to the surface at this moment.

His mind became dazed for a time, and even the circulation of True Qi within his body slowed by a fraction.

He felt all the True Qi in his body weakening, as though something were silently eroding his foundation.

He quickly realized that he had been struck by some kind of technique.

The Dragon Race's divine abilities were exceedingly strange. They did not harm the flesh, yet they struck directly at the mind, causing a person to collapse from the inside out.

Subconsciously, he glanced at Du Tianshan in the distance, who was currently entangled in battle with another Round Marrow Great Demon.

Brother Du, forgive me.

He then closed his eyes, sank his mind into his dantian, and established contact with the Seven Orifice Insect lurking deep within.

The next instant, streams of pure vital essence peeled away from Du Tianshan and the others, flowing into Li Xiao's body like trickling rivulets.

Though that vital essence was scattered, it flowed without end, like an invisible underground river that instantly washed away the withering sensation within Li Xiao.

The dry patterns on his skin faded at a visible pace, his True Qi once again flowed freely and unhindered, and the distractions in his mind swiftly dispersed like a receding tide.

Li Xiao abruptly opened his eyes. His gaze was as clear as before, even several degrees sharper than it had been