As Shen Luo pondered his insights, the cultivators of the various sects, having survived the disaster, had just entered Baoshan and went madly scrambling for the city's resources and treasures. Some nearly lost their minds, disregarding the camaraderie of their previous alliance and almost coming to blows over the spoils.
Fortunately, Lu Huaming and the others did their utmost to restrain the disciples of each sect, preventing any major trouble.
While the cultivators of the various sects divided the spoils, Misu sat cross-legged with her eyes closed atop a boulder on a mountain peak several hundred li from Qingqiu Mountain. Her hands were pressed together before her chest, holding the dark red orb between her palms as she continuously circulated and absorbed its power.
After a moment, her eyes slowly opened, and the orb gradually merged into her chest and vanished.
The aura emanating from Misu had strengthened considerably, reaching the peak of the Taiyi Realm, only a single step away from the Heavenly Venerable Realm.
She rose to her feet and gazed toward Qingqiu City, her eyes flickering slightly.
At that moment, a black shadow suddenly condensed behind Misu. Judging from its appearance, it was the black figure wielding a staff from Chang'an City. It had actually crossed tens of thousands of li to reach Qingqiu Mountain.
"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on recovering your true self." The black shadow let out a sinister chuckle and cupped its fists toward Misu in congratulations.
"I have not even recovered to the Half-Step Heavenly Venerable Realm. What is there to congratulate?" Misu was unsurprised by this person's arrival, but there was no joy on her face as she replied calmly.
"When the spirit returns to its origin and qi returns to its form, restoring your peak strength is merely a matter of moments.