A moment later, Yan Chihuo's newly formed flesh began growing again, and only then did Mo Han relax slightly. She felt that the halt in the growth of Yan Chihuo's new body had lasted far too long.
Mo Han knew that, for Yan Chihuo, the crucial matter now was how long his soul could hold on. If it could not endure and was taken away by the Netherworld, Yan Chihuo would perish completely. If he could keep holding on, he would rise from death to life, and his cultivation would advance greatly as well.
More than half an hour later, Yan Chihuo's newly formed body finally recovered completely. At the sight, Mo Han let out a cry of joy and threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. "It's wonderful that you're all right."
Overwhelmed with emotion, tears streamed down her face. She did not know what else to say and could only repeat over and over, "It's wonderful."
Yan Chihuo was moved. He held her in his arms and said softly, "You know I have an Undying Body. How could anything happen to me?"
Mo Han said, "Whenever you used your Undying Body before, you recovered completely in moments. When has it ever been as frightening as this?"
After a while, Mo Han finally realized that she had lost her composure. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, she gently struggled free from Yan Chihuo's embrace and said, "Now that you've advanced to the Late Tribulation Passage Realm, consolidate your cultivation first. Then we'll return to White Cloud Island."
Yan Chihuo pulled her back into his arms, lightly kissed her cheek, and said, "As you command."
Mo Han's face reddened, and she hurriedly pushed him away.
Yan Chihuo smiled faintly, then entered the cave where he refined artifacts and began cultivating.
Forty-nine days