After an unknown amount of time, a hole finally split open within the vast river formed by the golden motes of light left behind by the Spirit Refining Canon's inheritance. Xiao Yan, covered in wounds, was directly thrown out.
Clearly, the previous battle had not been easy either. Fortunately, nothing unexpected had happened.
The motes of light surged toward Xiao Yan like ocean currents flowing into the sea, continuously entering his body. As the motes vanished, the wounds on Xiao Yan's body gradually healed.
At this point, Xiao Yan's predecessors finally had another chance to speak, and a cacophony of voices rose beside his ears again:
"Whew—thank heavens, you finally came out!"
"None of us experienced it firsthand, so we didn't know the specifics. We were afraid you wouldn't make it through this stage, but thankfully it was a close call without real danger..."
"As expected of the strongest among us. I always believed you could succeed!"
"We can finally be free! Finally be free!"
Xiao Yan calmly listened to the clamor around him. According to them, he could choose to leave now, or he could continue fighting and keep absorbing the golden motes.
Naturally, those trapped here hoped Xiao Yan would quit while he was ahead and free them from this suffering.
After all, if Xiao Yan chose to fight and died here, they would have to wait for the next person again.
But Xiao Yan had no intention of following their wishes...
"Everyone, excuse me. Please stop for a moment. I have something to say."
When Xiao Yan spoke, the voices fell silent and waited for what he would say next.
"I intend to keep fighting until I have absorbed every last one of these motes."
After a moment of silence, the voices around Xiao Yan immediately