"Junior Brother Lin?" Zhuge Qi Tian's voice drifted over slowly.
Only then did Lin Ke gradually regain his senses.
"Senior Brother, I'm here. I'm here."
He slowly rose, violent spasms of pain coursing repeatedly through his Divine Soul.
The world around him rapidly twisted and changed, as though he stood inside an oil painting being washed apart by flowing water.
During the past few days that Zhuge Qi Tian had guarded Golden Autumn Garden, Zong Ya had clearly healed most of his injuries.
Much of the pallor had now faded from his face, and at this moment, he was pouring Spiritual Qi imbued with healing power into Lin Ke's body.
As the Spiritual Qi purified by the Ten-Mile Spring Breeze Tower flowed into Lin Ke, he felt his Divine Sense gradually recover.
He looked around. What should have been the birdsong and fragrant flowers of Ten-Thousand Longevity Eternal Spring Garden was now a stretch of scorched earth.
Broken branches, shattered wood, carbonized plant stalks, and the corpses of living creatures littered the ground.
Clearly, this place had already undergone the baptism of war. Memories surfaced from the depths of Lin Ke's mind.
He distinctly remembered leading the armies toward the Far Northern Lands.
Who could have expected that during teleportation, the space warped by the Teleportation Array would seemingly suffer interference from some mysterious power?
One second before they reached their final destination, a rift had torn open in that space.
All the cultivators of the Golden Wing Sect and Cloud Ink Sect had fallen through.
To ensure everyone arrived in the same place, he had devoted all his Mental Power to gathering the falling cultivators together.
Then he had awakened here.
Seeing Lin Ke gradually regain his senses, Zhuge Qi Tian walked toward the other cultivators. Only then did