Taibai Battle Armor swept its gaze around, its observation ports seeming utterly emotionless as sharp, sword-like eyes scanned the area.
But soon, as if its pilot had understood something, Taibai Battle Armor staggered back several steps, as though gravely wounded by the Heavenly Tribulation. Then it burst apart with a thunderous crash, dissolving into motes of light that merged into An Jing's body. At the same time, An Jing appeared, "covered in wounds," his body riddled with all sorts of charred injuries. He stumbled a few steps, then his "knees gave way." Pitching forward, he looked as though he'd exhausted himself and was about to slip into shock. He nearly collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
"An Xuan!"
But of course, he didn't collapse. At an anxious shout, Principal He and Director Chen darted over and helped An Jing up. Principal He even pulled a small jade flask from his robes, its surface so exquisite and translucent it seemed almost transparent, and poured its green nectar into An Jing's mouth as if it cost nothing.
This spiritual liquid was called [Night Glow Nectar]. It was brewed from White Profound Ice Heart gathered in the far north, in the land of the aurora, and blended with a variety of medicinal herbs. It was best for invigorating Divine Sense, suppressing Inner Demons, and nourishing the soul. Even the dead would come back to life and become Night Wandering Gods after drinking it.
Just one mouthful was worth more Merit Points than all the residents of several city blocks could spend in their entire lives.
After drinking the Night Glow Nectar, An Jing "slowly came to," looking dazed and confused. "What... happened?"
"Nothing. You just survived the Heavenly Tribulation, and now you need to rest!"
Principal He also took out a Talisman and stuck