Lei Yu True Spirit's Stance

Zhou Guangcheng had secluded himself in the place where Donglai Dao Palace had originally stood. It was the place on the immortal island with the densest spiritual energy and the greatest safety.

Although when the great demon Mu Qingyun had undergone tribulation last time, the Dao Palace had been struck by the tribulation lightning and many buildings had been destroyed, Zhou Yang had leveled and rebuilt it afterward.

Now, worried for his son's safety, Zhou Yang could no longer heed the taboo against disturbing someone in seclusion. He forcibly lifted the Dao Palace's defensive restrictions and rushed inside.

"Cheng'er!"

The sight that greeted him upon entering the Dao Palace made Zhou Yang's expression change drastically.

Zhou Guangcheng was lying face down on the Cold Jade Bed, barely breathing, with blood all over the corners of his mouth.

"Cheng'er, you must hold on. Your father will never let you die!"

A rare trace of panic appeared on Zhou Yang's face.

He hurried to the bedside and waved out various healing spiritual items from his storage ring, preparing to feed them to his son.

But just as he was about to do so, he suddenly came to his senses. He immediately put everything away, then swiftly flew out of the Dao Palace and brought his Dao companion, Xiao Ying, inside.

"Cheng'er's Primordial Spirit injuries can be treated slowly once we find a way. Ying'er, heal the internal injuries caused by the reversal of spiritual power within him. I will stabilize his cultivation!"

Zhou Yang rapidly explained his plan to his Dao companion, then went straight to the bed and pressed both hands against his son's dantian. He transferred a thread of his Nascent Soul's natal essence into his son's body, nourishing the Golden Core that had already cracked.

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