In the silent jungle, a figure lay motionless on a patch of grass overgrown with weeds.
Sunlight filtered through the branches, illuminating a pale, handsome face. Morning dew slid from the tips of leaves, dripping onto dry, cracked lips.
His lips moved faintly a few times, and Dago woke from unconsciousness.
"Cough, cough."
Dago struggled to prop himself up, only to press both hands against his head the next moment.
It felt as though countless tiny insects lurked beneath his brow and temples, twitching and pulsing, ready to burst through his flesh at any moment.
He felt as though an enormous amount of information and knowledge had been forcibly crammed into his brain, with more still pouring in without end.
This immense torrent of information seemed to contain an ancient, complete legacy. But the transmission was still ongoing, and he could decipher only a small part of it.
"Spirit... spirit... heart."
Dago drew a deep breath, endured the pain of his brain swelling as though it would burst, and slowly rose from the grass.
The dense free-floating energy particles filling his surroundings told him that he had left the Myriad Spirits Space. Dago examined himself. The Blue Conch inside him remained unchanged, but the sphere of energy had dimmed to the point of near exhaustion. It was releasing what little life energy remained, slowly repairing the damage to his body.
[Elder Blue Demon Form] had elevated the strength of Dago's [Blue Demon Physique] to an entirely new level, but its consumption of life energy had also been immense.
Dago took healing potions from the Spatial Ring he carried and poured them down his throat, bottle after bottle.
As his condition gradually improved, Dago's brain slowly regained the ability to think.
"How long was I unconscious?"
Dago's last memory before losing