At the only sacrificial altar in the heart of Qili Cave that remained mostly intact.
Li Xiaoyu sat cross-legged, circulating his energy to recover.
His face was still rather pale.
Though Li Xiaoyu had been lucky enough to survive the clash with the Beast God's incarnation, he had suffered severe internal injuries.
The destructive power formed from baleful energy still lingered in his meridians, eroding his vitality.
If not for the Geng Metal Dragon Qi in his body suppressing that force,
he would likely have already been corrupted by it.
Lu Xueqi quietly kept watch at his side, protecting him as he meditated.
Her eyes were full of worry.
She could sense that the aura within Li Xiaoyu was still in turmoil.
Ghost Li, meanwhile, sat alone in a corner far from the others.
He quietly wiped the Soul-Devouring Magic Rod in his hands, which emanated an ominous aura.
His face was expressionless.
As though nothing in the world had anything to do with him.
Only, complex emotions occasionally flickered in Ghost Li's hollow eyes.
It was as if the world had been shrouded in a heavy atmosphere.
Just then, a streak of purple light shot through the sky from the distant horizon.
Ignoring the warning formation Zeng Shushu had set up, it flew straight to Li Xiaoyu.
"Who goes there?!"
Lu Xueqi, who had been guarding Li Xiaoyu, changed expression.
The Tianya Divine Sword in her hand leapt from its sheath, and she was about to cut the purple streak down.
"Wait!"
Just then, Li Xiaoyu's weak voice stopped her in time.
He slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the purple streak before him, which emanated a familiar aura, he wore a complicated expression.
Li Xiaoyu knew who had come.
He reached out and drew the purple streak into