Those auras, fresher than spring and mellower than fine wine, were all immortal qi.
Most of the immortal qi poured into Guo Dong's body, while some drifted outside the quiet room.
All the flowering trees in the nunnery began to bloom, and the koi in the lake began to frolic.
Water-Moon Convent's formation activated. A veil of gauze dozens of yards across fluttered in the sky, looking like an enormous handkerchief. Had He Zhan seen this, he would probably have thought of his Washed Creek Gauze, though this formation was, of course, countless times more powerful.
The immortal qi was supremely pure and subtle. Even with the grand array sealing it off, a trace inevitably leaked out.
The hills near Water-Moon Convent instantly turned green. Wildflowers emerged, spreading into the distance at a speed visible to the naked eye, looking like a true miracle.
By the time the immortal qi reached the Heavenly Access Well dozens of miles away, it was already so faint as to be almost imperceptible. Yet it easily activated the scriptures and talismanic incantations carved into the surrounding mountainside, making them glow gold and increasing their power hundreds of times over. From the sinister, bottomless cavern came the sounds of things being scorched, along with countless faint screams.
The spirits and ghosts in the Heavenly Access Well suffered grievous casualties and let out terrified whimpers. Then their voices receded, as they no longer dared linger near the surface and peer into the mortal world.
After an unknown length of time, the golden light in Water-Moon Convent's quiet room gradually faded, and everything returned to normal.
Guo Dong still slept with her eyes closed, but her face was no longer so pale. A lovely flush had appeared on it.
Jing Jiu knew she should be all right