In that instant, Li Bufan felt as though a flying mountain had struck him head-on. The True Essence in his meridians and acupoints churned into chaos like rivers swept up in a storm.
His body began to break down layer by layer under the shockwave. His Dantian Qi Sea shook violently, and several cracks appeared in it.
His consciousness blurred. Everything before his eyes spun into a haze of light and shadow.
Blood surged up his throat and sprayed into the air, scattering into a crimson mist. His body flew like a kite with its string cut, while shattered stone and dust whirled around him.
Just before his consciousness sank completely into darkness, a gentle power flowed out from within him and caught him.
"Wah! Don't die! If you die, I'll have to sleep for who knows how long... That would be such a loss..."
A childish voice sounded beside his ear. It was plainly anxious, yet so weak it could barely muster any strength.
The owner of the voice seemed to be using every bit of strength to drag him somewhere. Li Bufan could feel a faint pull on his body.
It was the Creation Cauldron's Cauldron Spirit.
The spirit had been asleep in the Essence Liquid Space. After many days of nourishment from Li Bufan's Spring and Autumn Needle Technique, it had finally begun to awaken not long ago.
But soon after waking, it sensed that Li Bufan had suffered a devastating attack. His life force was draining rapidly; without treatment, he would soon die.
With no time to think, it used the last of its strength to pull Li Bufan out of the collapsing space and into the Creation Cauldron.
The pull lasted only an instant, yet it nearly exhausted all the strength the spirit had just