As clouds drifted and mist shifted, the morning sun finally cut across Donghua Main Peak, illuminating the sun-facing cliffs of the Western Eight Peaks.
Brilliant light alternated with the shadowy verdure of the peak and valley, exceptionally clear and transparent.
Facing the sunlight, Lu Ya swayed unsteadily. Perhaps because the light was too dazzling, her eyes had already filled with a layer of mist, forcing her to cover her face with both hands. At that moment, her legs softened, and she knelt and collapsed at the edge of the summit cliff. The backs of her hands pressed against the ground, and even her forehead seemed to feel the warmth on the rocks, causing her to be unwilling to get up for a long time.
She had no idea how she had survived these past few days.
For as long as Jiu Yan and Liu Guan had played hide-and-seek, she had served a prison sentence inside Guiyan's "stomach."
The divine abilities within the Netherworld Nine Hidden Secret Art were never designed to let people live in peace.
Though it was not quite like the simple space inside a Storage Ring that obliterated all living things,
the air inside was thin, with layers of green fire refining human souls. What was even more terrifying was that the demonic intent was deep and gloomy, surging like a dark tide. Before she was "swallowed," Lu Ya had already been mentally and physically exhausted, and it was extremely difficult to maintain the vitality within her body using the tortoise-breathing technique. Furthermore, being suppressed and eroded by that surging demonic intent, her spirit had reached the verge of collapse.
If it weren't for the fear that Jiu Yan was right behind her, she truly would have wanted to cry bitterly to vent the emotions in her