The entire secret chamber was completely sealed on all sides except for the door, without a glimmer of light.
Yet to Xu Xiaoan, it felt more like she had returned home.
She looked toward the center of the room.
Two "beds" piled from Chaos Cores stood side by side there.
Yun Ling and Yun Shan sat cross-legged on their respective "beds." Their previously missing limbs had already regrown.
Yet black tentacles still sprouted from their bodies, hanging messily to the floor and rising and falling like breathing.
As for Jade-Faced Rakshasa, she was not here. She was likely still somewhere within the Mist, gathering materials in an attempt to revive [Blood Sea Sword Tomb] and [Xingtian].
"Young Master?"
Sensing someone enter, Yun Ling slowly opened his eyes.
In the previous battle, he and Yun Shan had only been severely wounded. They had been nowhere near death's door.
But who could have expected [Black Sun] to descend, provoking a fierce counterattack from the old gods—one aimed especially at traitors like them.
Though they had deregistered themselves, [Red Moon] contained the world's information, naturally including records of that deregistration.
Combined with [Balance]'s precise strikes on the level of laws, it had nearly annihilated both body and soul.
Had [Black Sun] not protected their minds, the two of them would have died in that upheaval long ago!
After sleeping for more than a month, Yun Ling had recovered barely twenty to thirty percent.
Yun Shan was in even worse shape; even staying conscious was a struggle.
Under such circumstances, Xu Xiaoan had intercepted all the cult's resources and cut off their supplies, making a bad situation worse.
Only now did Yun Ling realize something was wrong.
The young master might have slipped beyond their control—or perhaps she had never been under their control