As the rising sun climbed into the sky, before the Holy Pool in a secret ground of Sky-Transcending Sacred City, a plain-clothed figure stood suspended in the air. Wind and snow swept forth as immense vitality continuously poured into Luo Xingchen's body, repairing his grievously wounded form.
Below, the frozen waters of the Holy Pool gradually thawed. Spiritual energy flowed in reverse, restoring life once more.
Outside the Holy Pool, the two Sky-Transcending Divine Generals watched this scene, their hearts churning like stormy seas, unable to believe it.
"A peerless genius of an era!"
The Tian Yue City Lord sighed softly. Only after witnessing this young man's methods firsthand did he understand that Kylin Pavilion had not lost unjustly. This Ninth Son of Ink Sect, whose name shook the world, had already surpassed the limits of the Third Realm. He was invincible beneath heaven.
In merely a hundred years, he had reached such heights. Through the ages, he was the first.
In the east, dawn spilled down, driving away the night's chill. Above the Holy Pool, Ning Chen withdrew his hand and slowly descended, arriving at the pool's edge.
"This junior, Ning Chen, thanks the City Lord for saving my life!" Ning Chen said, bowing respectfully.
"It was a mere effort. However, the one who truly saved you was Luo Xingchen," the Tian Yue City Lord said solemnly.
"I know," Ning Chen said with a nod.
"Can you tell us what happened? With your strength, how could you have been wounded to such a degree?" the Tian Yue City Lord asked.
"Through a moment's carelessness, I was injured by an illusion array. I was too careless."
Ning Chen answered calmly. Yet a trace of sorrow flashed deep in his eyes, vanishing in an instant.
"An illusion array?"
The Tian Yue