However, this wisp of smoke was incredibly faint, as if it lacked strength. When it drifted near Si Hong Qingyan's brow, it seemed to run out of steam and stalled.
Si Hong Qingyan urged the secret art again and again. The smoke hesitated for a moment, then finally advanced a little before stopping once more.
As time passed, Si Hong Qingyan's face gradually grew pale. The secret art was effective, but it consumed a great deal of her magical power. Her injuries had yet to heal, and with her power draining away in great quantities, she couldn't help but break into another fit of violent coughing.
"Cough, cough, cough..." As her chest shuddered, the Magic Seal in Si Hong Qingyan's hand faltered. The "origin" she had halfway separated immediately stopped advancing and began retreating into the Primordial Body.
She hurriedly swallowed a pill steeped in Yin Qi. A chill erupted from within her, stopping her cough. The "origin" retreating into the Primordial Body also halted at once, and once more became locked in a stalemate with Si Hong Qingyan's secret art.
Si Hong Qingyan furrowed her delicate brows. Separating the "origin" was much harder than she had imagined!
Even if she were uninjured, using this method would likely take months to succeed.
If things continued like this, not only would she fail, her injuries might grow even worse!
If that beast Pei Ling came back, he would surely seize the chance to pin her to the ground again...
As she thought this, Si Hong Qingyan suddenly felt an immense sense of relief. It was as if every burden she had carried since birth had vanished in an instant!
An unprecedented clarity swept over her. Her injuries began to heal at astonishing speed, while her nearly depleted magical power inexplicably surged.