The Creation Spirit Pool lay deep within the Medicine King Valley's forbidden grounds. Legend had it that after a Creation Azure Lotus withered in ancient times, its origin essence merged with a spiritual spring in the earth's veins, forming this pool.
Its waters remained a warm, milky white all year round, suffused with life energy so dense it could not be dispersed and pure spiritual power. It was the Medicine King Valley's supreme sacred ground for healing injuries, prolonging life, strengthening one's foundation, and replenishing one's essence. None could enter without rendering great service or holding exalted status.
At this moment, Lu Chen was soaking naked in the center of the spirit pool.
The milky water reached his chest. Warm, gentle energy seeped slowly through every pore like countless tender hands, nourishing his nearly depleted meridians, repairing his severely overdrawn sea of consciousness, and soothing his faintly aching Dragon-Pattern Spirit Bones.
His eyes were half-closed, and his face was still pale, but his breathing had become steady and deep. Blood no longer seeped from his seven orifices.
At his brow, the newly formed Dragon Soul Mirror mark emitted a soft pale-cyan glow. It resonated with the pool's life energy, accelerating the recovery of his soul.
Yun Qingyue sat quietly on a smooth jade stone by the pool, the hem of her moon-white dress trailing over the ground.
She held a bowl of freshly brewed, fragrant Mind-Calming Soul-Stabilizing Soup in her hands, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on Lu Chen in the pool. Pain, gratitude, and lingering terror intertwined in her gaze.
She had stood vigil here for an entire day and night.
The pool water rippled faintly. Lu Chen's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Though fatigue still lingered in them, that sharpness and clarity etched deep into his