Reforging the Dantian

Lei Mingxu looked up and saw a young cultivator with a stern, icy face standing beyond the city gates.

It was clearly this man who had been attacking the gates.

The residual force from his attacks had already shredded every Lei Clan guard outside the gates into bloody pulp.

The bloodied pulp stained the ground red, and a thick stench of blood filled the air.

The young cultivator's gaze was like two sharp blades of ice as he stared coldly at Lei Mingxu. His eyes were as deep as frigid pools, revealing a fierce killing intent.

Under that icy gaze, Lei Mingxu felt his heart pound like a drum, as though an evil ghost from the abyss were staring at him.

Fear and chill welled up from the depths of his heart, bringing him an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Under that immense pressure, Lei Mingxu's movements faltered. That brief hesitation gave Lei Weiyue the chance to escape.

She activated her identity token and took Zhou Siyi and the surviving Shadow Gu through the formation barrier at the city gates.

"Thank you for coming to our aid, Senior," Lei Weiyue said, cupping her hands to Song Wen. "But your Gu insect..."

Song Wen stared at Lei Mingxu within the city gates and said coldly,

"This has nothing to do with you. Whoever killed my Gu insect will naturally pay the price."

As he finished speaking, he withdrew his gaze and turned toward Zhou Siyi. His voice softened.

"Senior Sister Zhou, it has been many years since we last met. You..."

Before he could finish, Song Wen suddenly frowned slightly, his tone turning somewhat surprised.

"You're injured?"

Zhou Siyi raised her head to meet Song Wen's gaze. Looking at the face before her, so clearly different from the one in her memories,