Boundless mist gathered into a sea. As it churned and cascaded, fantastical, magnificent scenes unfolded before Hong Yuan.
His consciousness floated and sank within the Mist Sea, wrapped in endless radiance, until he heard a faint, threadlike murmur of defiance.
"I can't die-"
"I haven't been granted a Dragon Talisman yet! I haven't attained true qi!"
"How can Heaven be so unjust!"
Hong Yuan felt himself sinking ever deeper. As he fell, he saw a feeble consciousness trembling with resentment.
Compared with his own consciousness, it was as frail as a little stream beside a mighty river. A single sweeping wave engulfed it.
"The Great Xuan Dynasty-"
"A company commander of the Pacification and Suppression Bureau-White Snake, one of the Six Fiends-"
Hong Yuan swiftly digested the incoming information while sensing the existence of a physical body.
This body was very weak and had just suffered a grievous injury. Intense pain spread from its chest, and every inch of it tingled and itched. Within its flesh and bone marrow, thousands of ants seemed to be gnawing and tearing.
An ordinary person, provided they still had any strength left, would probably have been rolling across the floor, crying for their parents under such torment.
Hong Yuan's mind remained calm. His powerful spiritual perception examined his body, and together with the fragments of memory he had absorbed, revealed that an arrow had struck his chest.
Its head had also been coated in deadly poison.
Unless he dealt with it immediately, this body would probably last no more than a few moments before he had to return home.
Hong Yuan gathered his consciousness and emptied his mind. Like a flawless, crystal-clear mirror, it reflected the faint, sparse currents flowing through his body.
The power of blood and qi!
Even in this world, the