Lin Xuan ignored Wu Liang's gaze and chuckled casually.
The Vast Sea Saint King waved his hand dismissively.
"It's nothing serious, not worth mentioning."
Wu Liang is a member of the Sword Pavilion.
He will spend tens of thousands of years in the Sword Pavilion, which is equivalent to his entire life after resurrection, with most of his time spent Sword Pavilion.
Therefore, the better the members of the Sword Pavilion, the better he will be.
Moreover, for the Vast Sea Saint King, what he had done was merely a trivial matter.
Just then, a slightly bewildered voice suddenly came from beside them, its tone strained and filled with confusion.
"Where... where am I?"
I'm not dead?
Turning his head, he saw that Cheng Jing Ting, the holy son of the Heavenly Talisman Sect, had already awakened.
He looked around helplessly, then at Lin Xuan and the other two, his eyes filled with wariness and unease.
I wanted to find someone I knew, but I discovered that there was no one I could call familiar.
Everything, from the location to the people around me, had become completely unfamiliar.
Cheng Jing Ting's soul was much weaker than that of the Vast Sea Saint King.
Even though the Vast Sea Saint King was reduced to a mere remnant soul, he could still awaken and observe the outside world with his divine soul power, but Cheng Jing Ting could not do so.
After Wu Liang took in his remnant soul, he was completely unconscious and in a state of chaos and confusion.
Now, although he has awakened, he has lost all his memories of the past few years. The images in his mind are still stuck in the war Alien Race in the Profound Domain, in the scene where he and the Alien Race perished together.
At that time, neither Wu Liang nor Lin Xuan showed their faces.
This holy son, of course, could not possibly know either of them.
Wu Liang's gaze fell on Cheng Jing Ting, and he subconsciously glanced at the other's cultivation level before suddenly laughing.
"Sect Master, it seems this lad has awakened. He absorbed the spiritual spring to repair his soul, and his body was sculpted by the supreme Spiritual Qi and the sacred fire of the Bifang Clan. To advance from the King Realm to the Venerable Realm in one fell swoop is truly an incredible stroke of luck."
"Moreover, in my opinion, his Spiritual Power and soul power have not yet been fully developed, making him a man of limitless potential."
Venerable...? What!?
Following the stranger's words, Cheng Jing Ting began to examine his own cultivation level.
He was surprised to discover that his cultivation had actually reached the Venerable Realm!
In an instant, Cheng Jing Ting was completely stunned.
He sat blankly in the spring water, completely unsure of how he should react.
A leap in spiritual level is just one thing.
Furthermore, there seems to be an extremely large and pure energy contained within his body.
It terrified him.
He knows his body and his talents best.
How could it have suddenly turned out like this?
Could it be... that I'm dreaming?
But it shouldn't be like that!
Cheng Jing Ting looked at the person who had spoken and immediately held his breath.
Even though the other party had already restrained their oppressive aura, for some reason, his body was extremely sensitive to energy.
Therefore, he instantly sensed that the strength of the person in front of him was far beyond his ability to contend with.
The opponent's strength is even more unpredictable.
An idea began to form in his mind.
Is it... the Thearch Realm!?
The Profound Domain has no emperor.
But the Heavenly Talisman Sect, to which he once belonged, was once incredibly glorious and incomparably powerful.
He personally experienced just how powerful the Thearch Realm was when he visited the sect's records, secret realms, and the sect's record-keeping stones.
Therefore, the person before me must undoubtedly be at the Thearch Realm!
But how could such a person appear before me?
Wasn't it said that the Profound Domain no longer had any Thearch Realm, and that all Thearch Realm only existed in legends?
Moreover, besides this Thearch Realm, there were two other people standing before him.
One of them had a cold and stern face, thin lips with a hint of coolness, and eyes that seemed to be smiling, but the ancient aura emanating from him made him tremble uncontrollably.
He was certain that this person's true strength was countless times more terrifying than that of the Thearch Realm.
With his limited perspective, he had no way of knowing what level the other party was at.
And the last one, dressed in white and wielding a sword...
Cheng Jing Ting glanced at it only once before subconsciously lowering his head and letting out a muffled groan.
The agonizing pain lingered in his mind.
With just that one glance, he felt as if his brain was about to explode!
Sword cultivator!
The opponent is definitely a sword cultivator.
Moreover, he was a very powerful swordsman.
When he looked over, he almost thought he was seeing not a person, but an incomparably sharp sword!
Even though the other party's aura was calm and not targeting him at all, he still subconsciously suffered a backlash, covering his head and falling into the water, his brows furrowed tightly and his lips bitten so hard they almost bled.
The Sword Intent was too powerful; he didn't even have time to sense the opponent's level of cultivation.
But just by looking at the two people who were filled with awe and fear, and how they treated this young man in white with the utmost respect, one could tell that his strength must be the strongest among the three!
Who exactly are this young man and these people?
Where am I, really?
Lin Xuan was somewhat puzzled.
What's wrong with him?
Suddenly, it glanced at the three of them, then, as if injured, sank into the water.
Wu Liang was also at a loss.
However, the Vast Sea Saint King, who had the same experience, thought about it casually and immediately understood the reason, finding it somewhat amusing.
He leaped into the water, pulled Cheng Jing Ting out, and with a flick of his wrist, touched the center of Cheng Jing Ting's forehead, saying, "Boy, don't resist my Spiritual Power. You're truly a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger! Aren't you afraid of being killed by the backlash from abusing your senses!"
A flash of Spiritual Power appeared at the fingertip of the Vast Sea Saint King and entered Cheng Jing Ting's mind.
Immediately, the young man's cries of pain subsided considerably.
The Vast Sea Saint King then explained to Lin Xuan and the other person.
"Like me, his body was forged from rare and heavenly materials and earthly treasures. It absorbed the divine soul power from the Spiritless Spiritual Spring, which strengthened his soul, complemented his original talent, and enhanced his perception."
"But this kid is too young and doesn't know how to restrain himself. He subconsciously used his divine sense to observe us, which is why he was burned."
Cheng Jing Ting's side has also recovered.
He pressed down on the black clothes that someone had thrown off him, gritted his teeth and put them on, then took a deep breath and spoke shakily.
"Excuse me... three seniors, may I ask where this place is? And how did I end up here?"
"Shouldn't I have just been on the battlefield against the Alien Race race? And... in my memory, I should be dead..."
"A battlefield against Alien Race?"
Upon hearing this, a hint of nostalgia flashed in Wu Liang's eyes.
"Now, it's been about two years since the war between the Alien Race."