Yun Che put away the talisman whose mutation had finished. A wisp of gray light flickered at his fingertip before finally sinking into the space between his brows.
The mutation had not given him the soul-searching Treasure he had hoped to use to find someone. Instead, it had produced a Concealment Talisman that could temporarily mask his presence. Though useful enough, it had failed to solve his most pressing problem.
He tightened his grip on the Concealment Talisman, casually put it into his Storage Ring, and looked toward the exit of the Dark Nether Abyss. Wuwang and the others were already waiting there. When they saw him emerge, Mu Xingchen was the first to approach.
"You really took down that Black Flame Demon God?"
Yun Che nodded and tossed over the still-pulsating Black Flame Demon Core. "Use this to stabilize Mai Xin's injuries first. His divine meridians were damaged by a Divine Word Art, so ordinary medicines that restore vitality won't work. This Demon Core still contains some of the Demon God's Divine Word essence. It can temporarily replenish his dissipating Divine Word power and keep him alive."
Wu Bingqiong caught the Demon Core and immediately flicked a finger. A wisp of icy air carried it to Mai Xin's Dantian, where it hovered. Threads of black flame essence slowly seeped into his body, instantly stabilizing his previously scattered Divine Word aura.
Wuwang pressed his palms together and recited a passage from the Sutra of Deliverance from Suffering, then opened his eyes. "Thank you. Without you, Benefactor Mai Xin would certainly have perished in this Dark Nether Abyss today. But with the Black Flame Demon God dead here, the Demons Royal Clan will surely send stronger subordinates. Where should we go next?"
Yun Che looked up toward the depths of the