He had no idea how long the recovery had lasted.
The chamber held only everyone's weak, labored breathing and the faint, unsettling sounds of the remains' gelatinous tissue slowly writhing. The thin, strange air carried a sickly sweetness of decay that made their recovering bodies instinctively reject it.
Neji slowly opened his eyes.
His Chaos True Essence had recovered somewhat, like a trickle seeping from a dried riverbed. It was far from its peak, but at least he had enough strength to move. The exhaustion in his spiritual sense had eased slightly, and his Divine Eye had become clear again.
He first looked at the others.
Shadowweave had already sat up and was meditating cross-legged. Her face was still pale, but her breathing had steadied somewhat. Xuan had also awakened and was leaning against a twisted mass of solidified matter, his eyes closed and brows furrowed as though resisting some invisible mental interference in the air. Flame Calamity, Stoneforce, and Night Owl were still unconscious, but after taking the pills, their vital signs were slightly more stable than before. Their injuries and exhaustion were simply too severe for them to awaken anytime soon.
Neji rose and walked to the edge of the chamber, reaching out to touch the cold, slick gelatinous wall. It felt like solidified grease, yet retained the elasticity unique to living tissue. A faint gleam flowed through his Divine Eye as he tried to analyze its structure.
This was neither pure matter nor pure energy, but a strange existence somewhere between the two. Its structure was extraordinarily complex, containing countless fragments of mental imprints belonging to the Void Spirit Clan. Yet all of them had fallen silent, shattered, and lost their vitality. The gelatin contained inert dark energy and material information fragments resembling... memory carriers.
Perhaps these