After leaving the Forbidden Ground, Song Yan hurried back to his cave abode on Sword-Wiping Peak.
Earth Character Twenty-One.
He did not rush to cultivate. Amid the havoc wrought by the Devil Cultivators at Dragon Pool Mountain, with swords drawn and bows strung, he had walked the line between life and death.
To cultivate now would be too hasty.
He went straight to the spiritual spring of the Hot Spring Pool, removed his outer robe and inner garment, and immersed himself naked in the water.
Wisps of warm spiritual mist seeped into his limbs and every part of his body.
Song Yan felt his body and mind, which had been taut for dozens of days, gradually soaked through and kneaded loose by that unceasing flow of soothing warmth.
He looked out the window.
It was nearly dusk. The sea of clouds above the Dongyuan Sect was dyed gold and red by the dying embers of the sun, and waterfalls splashed through the twilight.
Though his thoughts had become clear after the Heart Demon fled, for some reason, Song Yan kept feeling a faint weariness in his mind.
"Perhaps I should take this opportunity to rest for a few days."
Song Yan closed his eyes. Scene after scene from Dragon Pool Mountain surfaced in silence, then sank away.
He sat in the pool for a long time, only rising slowly once his weariness gained the upper hand.
Casually channeling a little Spiritual Power to evaporate the water streaming down his body, he collapsed headfirst onto the broad Jade Bed in the inner Quiet Chamber.
He surrendered himself completely to the deep sleep he had not known for so long.
He slept oblivious to the world for more than twelve hours.
Cultivators could guide Spiritual Power through their bodies in place of