Then, without warning, a great mass of lively water suddenly gushed from the Spirit Abyss Xuanwu's enormous corpse.
This was the xuanwu true water it had refined while alive. Now, as though possessed of a life of its own, it flew nimbly toward Chen Xiaojun and gently wrapped him tight.
The water gradually gathered into a spherical curtain, like a transparent eggshell, enclosing Chen Xiaojun completely.
The curtain shimmered in the refracted light, slowly circulating around Chen Xiaojun like a gigantic water egg.
At the same time, the yin-yang taiji diagram on the tortoise shell on Chen Xiaojun's back began to rotate slowly.
Every turn carried a mysterious power, drawing on the surrounding energy field.
As the taiji diagram spun faster, a small, funnel-shaped vortex quietly formed. Like an invisible field of attraction, it gradually drew the xuanwu true water within the surrounding water egg toward its center.
Answering its summons, the true water was drawn into the vortex thread by thread, until the entire water egg vanished, fully absorbed by Chen Xiaojun.
Silence settled over the surroundings.
After a long time, Chen Xiaojun's body began to tremble slightly, and he struggled to rise slowly from the ground.
Though his movements were somewhat labored, light danced in his eyes. After this baptism, he seemed to have been reborn.
He was drenched in sweat. Beads rolled down his forehead, and his pale lips trembled slightly, revealing his exhaustion and weakness.
His skin, however, was unusually fair, smooth, and lustrous, perhaps thanks to the xuanwu true water.
He looked considerably more handsome.
Yet the tortoise shell jutting abruptly from his back formed a stark contrast, making him look rather comical.
Chen Xiaojun wanted to die. He had just endured unbearable pain, his consciousness wavering between clarity and confusion, but all along, he