Over these past decades, Li Yan's sea of consciousness had only stabilized slightly. His Nascent Soul should still have been asleep. He retained only the faintest thread of connection with it, yet he was utterly unable to probe its actual condition with his Divine Sense.
Fortunately, that wisp of sensation had remained all along, and the situation had not worsened any further. That more or less put Li Yan's mind at ease.
Through his cultivation over the years, Li Yan's other injuries had already healed under the nourishment of spiritual power. He felt that at least half of his spiritual power had recovered.
His inability to fully recover all his spiritual power was likely related to his Nascent Soul.
That day, while Li Yan was cultivating in seclusion, he suddenly sensed the restriction token at his waist trembling with ever-increasing violence.
Li Yan could not help frowning as he cultivated. He slowly opened his eyes and lowered his head, only to see clumps of dazzling red light bursting from the cave abode token at his waist, growing brighter and brighter.
"This is..."
For the moment, Li Yan had no idea what it meant. He could not send his Divine Sense into the restriction token, so he did not know whether someone had sent him a message or whether the token was reacting for some other reason.
After pondering briefly, he immediately stood. Before long, he opened the door to his cultivation chamber and walked out.
Li Yan's expression had returned to calm. He slowly made his way to the entrance of the cave abode, took out the token in his hand, and lightly infused it with spiritual power. With a rumbling roar, the cave abode's gates opened.
The instant the gates opened, Li Yan saw a figure standing not far