Liu Mang had no idea how long he had been asleep. When he finally stirred awake, he found his hands kneading a lump of mud without thinking.
He jerked his head up and searched his surroundings, but there was no sign of the other half of his Primordial Spirit.
"It must have dissipated while I was unconscious."
Liu Mang murmured to himself, a trace of melancholy in his voice.
But only a few seconds passed before he turned his attention to the half of his Primordial Spirit that remained.
He looked within himself. The half of his Primordial Spirit left inside him was as wilted as a seedling baked beneath the summer sun.
If he forced another division, his soul would suffer damage that could never be repaired.
"Looks like it's time to get out." Liu Mang sighed regretfully, then sent a message to his master, Sovereign Tongtian.
Even at the height of his strength, he had barely been able to budge these chains. Now, with his Primordial Spirit unstable and only a tenth of his cultivation available to him, he had no choice but to ask for help.
Thinking of how Yun Xiao had waited a hundred years for him, Liu Mang decided to tidy himself up. At the very least, he wanted to look a little better so she would not worry too much.
He was about to toss away the lump of mud in his hands when a familiar aura from it stopped him cold.
"Huh? That's not right." Liu Mang raised the mud and examined it closely. "Why does this have the aura of Breathing Soil? And the other one is... Three Lights Divine Water?"
A terrible suspicion took hold of him.
With trembling hands, Liu Mang opened his storage pouch. His vision went dark.
"Goddamn