Stop—
Stop—
A vast will spread through the ritual site. Following the contingency plan prepared in advance, the Dragon Lord first withdrew the power of the water veins, and the churning lake surface around them slowly calmed;
Then, the phantoms of Lord Xiang and Lady Xiang faded, and the surging power of the earth veins fell silent with them;
The Yang Spirit descended into the flesh, and the violent vortex formed from Heaven-Earth essence dispersed its last lingering ripples;
The power switch cut off, and the channel for the torrent of data closed—
The Bronze Tripod's violent trembling gradually subsided. Though the radiance on its surface had dimmed until only a thin layer remained, it had at least stabilized and no longer flickered.
The glow around the little ones dimmed at the same time. Their spiritual fluctuations weakened to the extreme, clearly having suffered tremendous depletion during the impact just now.
Shen Le spread out his spiritual power and brushed over them one by one. Fortunately, their true forms had not been damaged, torn apart, broken, or crushed.
The only problem was that every spiritual artifact conveyed deep exhaustion and weakness, slumping every which way within his sea of consciousness:
[I'm exhausted—]
[I'm about to fall apart from exhaustion—]
[I want a good rest—I don't want to work for a long, long time—half a year—a year—]
Even the most energetic Qing Deng and Cloud Kun looked as though they had completely given up, groaning softly:
[I don't want to eat electricity—I can't eat anymore—I want to lie down—]
[I want to find a big pool and soak in it—not go to sea, not sail, just soak there and quietly bask in the sun—]
"Alright, alright. We'll rest once we get back. All of you can rest properly." Shen Le stroked