The qi of yin and yang, combining and transforming, was naturally one of the hardest forces for living beings to grasp. Past sages had always approached it with extreme caution. From the very beginning of her immersion, Shen Wan's thoughts had gone astray, and her mental cultivation method had shifted along with them. Over the many years since, the lingering effects had only grown more unbearable.
Having been scoured by the qi of yin and yang dozens of times like this, even without a single finger laid upon her by Yu Ci, she was utterly unable to take it. Inside the carriage she was like limp mud, her consciousness muddled and her delirious mumbling endless.
The four female cultivators pulling the carriage had undergone rigorous training, but at this moment they too turned their heads frequently, completely unable to make sense of the situation.
Yu Ci certainly knew of the condition Shen Wan was in, but since he had managed to gain a rare grasp of the situation by now, he could only press onward.
Moreover, as Shen Wan's consciousness drifted, the previously obscure true intent within the carriage was instead set off with increasing clarity.
Yu Ci merely "traced" it three more times, and the inner-void mental imagery of the carriage, which had remained blurred until now, abruptly snapped into focus. At that very moment, the physical body of the carriage beneath him underwent a wondrous transformation.
A muffled roar rang out, sounding like a wind sweeping down from distant mountain forests, piercing right through the inside and outside of the Inner Void.
Amidst the roar, Shen Wan's heartstrings quivered. Her body's physical reactions were still ongoing, but the muddled sensation was blown away in an instant, replaced by a deep and piercing yin chill.
At that moment, her