Shen Luo slowly opened his eyes. The ceiling of the Mount Putuo guest room came into view, and a dull pain throbbed through his internal organs. He had clearly returned to reality.
He lay in bed for quite a while before slowly sitting up.
This dream-entering experience had left his heart feeling even heavier. When the Demonic Calamity arrived, no force, no matter what mighty being stood behind it, would be spared. In the end, they could only rely on themselves.
Shen Luo quickly shook his head and stopped dwelling on the dream. He crossed his legs on the bed and sat down.
Nie Caizhu had long since healed the external injuries to his muscles and bones with the Willow Branch, but the damage the Nine Heavens Spirit Movement Art had inflicted upon his internal organs was far too severe. He needed time to recuperate quietly; a full recovery would not come easily.
He did not take out a Milk Spirit Pill to treat his injuries. Those were life-saving pills, and he had very few left. They had to be saved for critical moments.
After meditating with his eyes closed for a while, Shen Luo focused his mind and began circulating the Nameless Art.
A layer of blue light emerged over his body. Unlike before, however, this blue light took the form of threads. It surged out from his Dantian, dispersed into the acupoints in his limbs and head, then passed through his meridians and internal organs before finally returning to his Dantian.
At that moment, his body appeared to be covered in a blue cocoon, with streams of water-like blue light flowing across its surface.
During this journey into the dream, his cultivation had broken through into the Taiyi Realm, and he had completely mastered the Seventy-Two Transformations. His