Lu Xueqi (78)

The violent sensation of plummeting tore at Su Han's consciousness.

Howling wind roared past his ears, mixed with Bi Yao's weak groans and Lu Xueqi's nearly inaudible, rapid breaths.

He endured the agonizing pain that felt as though his Divine Soul were being torn apart, as well as the weakness consuming his body, desperately drawing upon the last meager thread of spiritual power within his dantian.

His Golden Core was dim and lifeless, with even tiny cracks appearing across its surface.

But he had to do something. Otherwise, falling from such a height in their current condition, the three of them would surely die.

He tried to communicate with the Reincarnation Mirror, but the ancient mirror was as unresponsive as a stubborn stone. The crack across its surface resembled a scar, telling of the brutal battle before.

Left with no choice, Su Han could only act on instinct, tightly shielding Lu Xueqi and Bi Yao in his arms and turning his back toward the mountain contours below, which were drawing ever closer and clearer.

He closed his eyes and braced himself for the impact.

Yet the expected fate of being smashed to pieces did not come at once.

As they fell, they seemed to pass through an invisible, resilient barrier.

The barrier rippled gently, sending waves of undulation outward and greatly slowing their descent.

Then, an intense fragrance of vegetation, mingled with the earthy scent of soil, rushed into their faces.

Thud!

The three of them slammed heavily into a thick layer of fallen leaves that had accumulated over countless years.

The immense impact made sweetness rise in Su Han's throat. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

He did not know how long he had been unconscious.

Su Han was