As Hong Yuan stirred his thoughts, the [karmic calamity dao seed] trembled slightly and conveyed a message: this journey had consumed twelve years of the blessed land's lifespan.
Not bad!
Standing within Pei Lingshuang's sea of consciousness, Hong Yuan found that if his own was a boundless ocean, hers amounted to no more than a little stream.
Moreover, deathly darkness was encroaching from every direction, rapidly swallowing this sea of consciousness.
Hong Yuan circulated his thoughts and examined this body. It was wounded in many places, and its vitality was rapidly draining away.
Many of its meridians were damaged, and the dantian's sea of qi had already shattered, yet traces of energy still lingered.
Like an invisible hand, Hong Yuan's thought seized those dissipating threads of energy and analyzed them in an instant.
"Is this the cultivation system of this world?"
In essence, this power was considerably superior to martial force. It was somewhat similar to variant force, but a level below true qi.
"Who are you? Who's speaking?" The feeble thought before him quivered and issued a weak voice.
Hong Yuan looked over, and a thread of strange light naturally rose in his eyes, enveloping that cluster of consciousness.
The consciousness had been slowly peeling apart and dissipating, like a guttering candle in the wind, wavering and liable to go out at any moment. Once the light held it in place, however, it immediately stabilized and manifested a faint, indistinct human silhouette.
"Not bad." Hong Yuan nodded.
He had already examined this body. Though gravely wounded and dying, it still showed outstanding root bone, among the very finest found in ordinary mortals.
Now, after receiving a thread of his spiritual light, its nearly scattered consciousness had swiftly gathered again, showing that her comprehension was also quite high.
Human thoughts