Energy depleted, mind exhausted...
Mental depletion often came after consecutive Great Spirit Explosions—a feeling as if his body had been hollowed out, leaving his entire being groggy and heavy.
Pagoda Grandpa's concerned voice came from within: "What's wrong? Did you overdraw your mental strength?"
Li Changshou sighed.
Not yet. He still could not relax. He was not truly safe outside, and though the Xuanhuang Pagoda protected him, he still needed to remain vigilant.
Li Changshou silently recited the Clear Heart Formula, squeezed out a little energy, and barely forced his eyes open again...
Ah, that flowing, silky long hair.
And those two figures striking the pose from some classic movie in his past life—one spreading his arms wide, the other holding the waist of the one before him as they felt the fierce wind rushing into their faces.
Amid the hazy light and shadows, it was unexpectedly nostalgic...
"Horse, your mane got into my mouth, moo!"
"Ox, stop talking! The mood, the mood! We finally got to ride a dragon once! Neigh~"
Li Changshou jolted awake, instantly clearing up a good deal. He silently stood, walked to the edge of the dragon's back, calmly raised a foot, and kicked Ox-Head and Horse-Face right off.
"Ao Yi, where are we now?"
"We have entered the North Sea. Sect Leader Brother, should you not rest a while longer?"
Ao Yi, transformed into an azure dragon, asked through transmission.
Li Changshou slowly shook his head. With his hands behind his back, he walked to the dragon's head and stood beside Ao Yi's horn, gazing over the vast world before him. A faint smile unconsciously appeared on his face.
The Battle of Yaosheng Mountain had yielded plentiful gains, but he had indeed taken an enormous risk.
For at least the next two hundred years,