Mo Chen awoke from his stupor after who knew how long.
Hm?
The scent of plants?
His mind was still muddled, but he realized someone had rescued him, most likely the old man in the straw raincoat who had been fishing by the river.
"Was it that old man?"
Mo Chen propped himself up on the bed. Morning sunlight filtered through the wooden lattice, dappling his body with light and shadow.
The sight left him momentarily dazed.
For a fleeting moment, it felt like coming home.
Over two hundred years ago, he had lived in just such a little house in the village in Hidden Immortal Valley, leading a peaceful life.
But searing pain swept through his body, breaking his reverie.
Fuck, that hurts. Every inch of my bones and sinews feels torn apart.
Still, it could have been worse. His flesh wounds would heal on their own before long; the main problem was the internal damage to his meridians.
Mo Chen quickly used the Inner Vision Technique and found his dantian utterly empty.
There was not a trace of spiritual power left. That meant even [Spring Water]'s passive spiritual power recovery could not activate. Worse still, his divine sense could no longer leave his body.
At this moment, Mo Chen was no different from a mortal.
"Forget it. At least I'm alive."
If the divine sense flame had not burned away Li Suling's mark and inflicted a backlash, he would already be dead.
Mo Chen discovered that someone had changed him out of his enchanted robes. His coarse hemp clothes still carried the scent of soap pods.
It truly felt like home. Sadly, it was not.
"You're awake?"
At the voice, Mo Chen turned his head and saw an elderly woman entering the room with an earthenware bowl.
She