Qin Yu's mind was swept into a void, and he saw a long-lost figure.
In the distance, rolling green hills and wisps of smoke rose from chimneys—that was the village of his childhood. His mother, Qin Yu, appeared on the stone path, her clothes faded from washing but still clean and tidy. Her eyes were gentle, yet filled with unspeakable weariness. She carried a medicine basket in her hand, walking through the afterglow of the setting sun. The moment she turned back, Qin Yu felt a sudden, sharp pain in his heart.
"Yu'er, the path of cultivation is arduous. You must survive. No matter if the road ahead is thorny or abyss, your mother will be waiting for you at the village entrance."
The voice was soft, yet it struck his heart like an ancient bell. Qin Yu reached out to touch it, but only grasped a wisp of wind. His mother's figure gradually blurred and was swallowed by a gray-white mist. Qin Yu's throat tightened, as if he wanted to roar, but he couldn't make a sound in the dream.
Suddenly, the world churned, and he saw his mother's figure disperse among countless points of light. Those points of light transformed into a long river of destiny, flowing towards the unknown future. A resolute voice surged within him—no matter what lies ahead, I must live on, and I must tell my mother with my own mouth that I did it!
On the other side, Mu Qingwan's dream was as cold as the polar night sky.
She stood on the boundless snowfield, surrounded by ice walls of mountains, the stars slowly rotating in the sky. An ancient call came from the depths of the snowstorm, deep and distant, carrying an irresistible pressure:
"The Silent Ring... eternally indestructible... the Starfrost Bloodline will one day return..."
Before her eyes appeared a vast palace, surrounded by countless chains of starlight and ice. The enormous circular palace hung in the sky, like the nexus of heaven and earth. Above the palace gate were three ancient characters— Silent Ring Palace.
The palace doors slowly opened, and countless star-frost sword shadows surged out from within, transforming into endless cold light, as if calling for her return. Mu Qingwan's chest trembled, and a slight stinging pain came from the depths of her soul, as if some ancient mark in her destiny had been touched.
"Qingwan... My legacy rests solely on your shoulders..."
The voice grew closer, as if whispering in her ear. Mu Qingwan reached out to touch it, and the cold starlight instantly enveloped her entire body. An unknown force suddenly surged into her consciousness, and her vision went black as she fell into a deeper coma.
Although their dreams were in different spaces, they intertwined at the last moment— Qin Yu's silhouette and the phantom of the Silent Ring Palace flashed across the depths of their dreams, seemingly guiding the fates of Qin Yu and Mu Qingwan in the dark.
The world was plunged into darkness.
Only the distant horizon remains, where a bell seems to toll, heralding a new chapter.
In the dim, silent darkness, time seemed to be frozen, leaving only endless deathly stillness in the world. In this abyss of deathly stillness, a faint gray light suddenly flickered deep within Qin Yu's body.
The light spot was initially as small as a speck of dust, but in an instant it suddenly expanded, like a thunderclap. Countless gray streams of light burst forth from Qin Yu's dantian as the core, like billions of silver rivers hanging upside down, pouring down from nothingness and completely enveloping his broken body.
As the gray light surged, it seemed to tear reality apart. Qin Yu's bones radiated a cold, sharp light, his shattered flesh reformed within the gray light, and his broken meridians transformed into streaks of light, once again connecting his entire body. Each repair was accompanied by excruciating pain, yet it instantly transformed into a surging power that flowed into his limbs and bones.
The sky roared!
At the boundary between dream and reality, the gray light surrounding Qin Yu transformed into a raging storm, churning the void. Countless shattered light and shadow were scattered, crashing in all directions like a landslide and a tsunami. Strange runes appeared in the air, shimmering with a grayish-white luster, swirling and circling around Qin Yu, as if they were ancient, primordial inscriptions left by the Heavenly Dao.
The gray light condensed into a pillar of light, shooting straight into the sky from Qin Yu's body, as if to tear open this dark cage. The entire depths of the abyss were in an uproar, the death aura dissipated, and the Demonic Spirit phantom was instantly shattered, like ice and snow under the scorching sun.
Qin Yu's aura surged violently at this moment, and the spiritual power that had long been depleted in his body began to surge back little by little in the gray light. Within his dantian, a gray-white vortex gradually solidified, as if connecting to the infinite void, drawing Spiritual Qi from heaven and earth and merging it into his body. Every breath was the inhalation and exhalation of countless spiritual energies, and every heartbeat was a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and earth.
His chest heaved, his wounds vanished in the gray light, and his blood turned into mist that was swallowed by the light. His eyelids trembled slightly, and a faint mark appeared between his brows, as if some ancient power was awakening within him.
The entire scene is like a blend of apocalypse and rebirth:
A gray light tore through the darkness, the void trembled, and runes in the heavens and earth swirled around Qin Yu, converging into a magnificent picture, as if all the heavens and myriad realms were watching this moment.
Qin Yu's breathing gradually became steady, his spiritual energy began to flow again, his body was rebuilt, and his soul was renewed in the baptism of gray light.
He is being gradually brought back to life by the gray light.
In his dazed state, Qin Yu's eyelids twitched slightly, and he finally slowly opened his eyes. It was as if an invisible force in the world had reconnected all the meridians in his body. At this moment, his blood was boiling, his Spiritual Qi was surging, and the injuries in his body seemed to have never existed. Instead, he felt more abundant and powerful than ever before.
He slowly rose, his gaze immediately falling beside him. Mu Qingwan lay unconscious on the ground, her pale face still exquisitely beautiful in the spiritual light, her chest rising and falling gently with her faint breaths. Qin Yu's heart tightened, and he quickly bent down, softly calling out:
"Qingwan... Miss Qingwan..."
However, the woman did not respond. Qin Yu reached out and felt her pulse, carefully sensing it. He discovered that her spiritual energy was still disordered and her breath was weak. His eyes narrowed, and he immediately took out a crystal-clear spiritual pill, helped Mu Qingwan sit up, and put the pill into her mouth. He slowly channeled his True Qi into her to help her absorb the medicinal effects. Then, without delay, he gently picked up Mu Qingwan, activated his spiritual energy, and transformed into a streak of light, flying away into the distance.
Before long, the scene ahead made Qin Yu stop in surprise.
It was a secret realm like a dream, completely different from the cold and desolate Northern Dark Abyss Valley. An ancient wooden bridge meandered out, leading directly to the center of the lake. The lake was like a crystal sea adorned with starlight, with countless points of light floating in the shimmering waves, like the Milky Way falling to earth. Flowers and trees surrounded it, their shadows swaying, and petals danced in the wind, turning into a shower of radiant light.
The most dazzling sight is the waterfall in front. It cascades down from the towering cliff top, but the water in the waterfall is not ordinary clear water. Instead, it is a stream of water intertwined with golden light and spiritual light, falling to earth like a broken celestial river. The mist it stirs up reflects a seven-colored halo under the moonlight, enveloping the entire world.
Above the sky, countless stars shone, the Milky Way stretched across the heavens, and moonlight poured down, reflecting off the spirit waterfall and transforming the entire secret realm into a fairyland that transcended the mortal world.
Qin Yu slowly landed and gently placed Mu Qingwan in his arms on the blue stone by the bridge. Her face was reflected in the lake water, as if it had become more holy and serene under the illumination of the spiritual light. He gazed at the beautiful scenery before him and felt a moment of peace in his heart.
He murmured softly:
"It's finally safe here."
The lake reflects the moon, petals fall like rain, and between heaven and earth, only a young man embraces a beautiful woman, a scene of serene beauty and romance, like a dream that does not belong to the mortal world.
Qin Yu carefully placed Mu Qingwan on the stone platform by the bridge. Her breath was still weak. Although the medicinal power of the elixir was slowly taking effect, the wound on her chest and the lingering death energy remained stubbornly persistent. Qin Yu sighed deeply, his gaze turning cold, and he formed hand seals.
Suddenly, his spiritual Spiritual Qi surged, and the Black Bone War Spear was thrust horizontally in front of him. The spear served as the core of the formation, releasing Spiritual Qi that instantly created a thick Qi Shield Spear Wall on the lakeside clearing. The Spiritual Qi condensed into a semi-transparent dome, firmly enveloping him and Mu Qingwan. On the spear wall, dozens of runes flickered and flowed, constantly operating according to Qin Yu's Spiritual Sense, forming an indestructible protective barrier.
The shimmering light from the lake fell upon the spear wall, refracting into rays of light, as if draping this barrier in a dazzling armor. From this point on, the formation was activated, making it difficult for outside forces to penetrate, and Mu Qingwan was completely isolated in a safe place.
Qin Yu sat cross-legged, gazing at the girl before him, his heart filled with solemnity.
"Miss Qingwan is too badly injured... The death energy has already invaded her meridians and foundation. No matter how much spiritual power I pour in, I can only suppress it temporarily; I can't completely eliminate it."
His thoughts drifted back to his time at the Cloud-Leveling Hall. Back then, he often visited the elders at the Immortal Medicine Hall and heard many secrets about ancient spiritual herbs. Suddenly, a name surfaced in his mind—
The Clear Sky Soul-Revitalizing Ganoderma.
Legend has it that this herb grows in a place filled with deathly aura, nourishing itself with death, absorbing all the deathly energy without perishing, and eventually transforming into a crystal-clear Ganoderma lucidum, radiating a bluish-white luster. Its juice can rejuvenate the soul and purify the spirit, dispelling all deathly aura, and even completely healing corrosion at the level of the soul consciousness. However, this immortal herb is extremely rare, almost extinct in the outside world, and the only recorded place of its growth is— the Northern Dark Abyss Valley.
Qin Yu slowly tightened his grip on the Black Bone War Spear, his eyes resolute.
"Since fate has brought me to meet Miss Qingwan here, I will not stand idly by. Her life... I will protect her!"
He looked up at the dreamlike lakeside paradise. Under the flowing light of the array, Mu Qingwan's face was as peaceful as if she were asleep, and her breathing had become slightly more even. Qin Yu took a deep breath and stood up.
"Miss Qingwan, please rest here for now. Once I bring back the Clear Sky Soul-Revitalizing Ganoderma, I will completely dispel the death energy from your body."
With that, he trembled his spear, his aura sharpened, and the runes of the spear's array shone, completely sealing off all energy and preventing outsiders from prying into his mind.
Qin Yu glanced back at Mu Qingwan with a resolute look in his eyes, then turned around and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the deathly darkness deep within the Northern Dark Abyss Valley.
Qin Yu's footsteps plunged deeper into the abyss, and the light in the world suddenly dimmed. This place was completely different from the outside world, as if it were another desolate world.
The surrounding mountain walls were as if cleaved by a knife and axe, with jagged cracks crisscrossing the landscape. Deathly energy surged like a black mist, rolling up from the Endless Abyss and blotting out the sun. Occasionally, flashes of lightning would appear in the deathly energy, but they were not heavenly lightning; rather, they were arcs of electricity formed from the deathly energy, like chains of the Netherworld wandering through the void.
With each step Qin Yu took, he could feel the earth groaning beneath his feet. The rocks were gray and barren, not a blade of grass grew, and Spiritual Qi seemed to have been stripped away. The air was filled with a chilling and decaying atmosphere.
Suddenly, a low growl reached his ears—not the roar of a demonic beast, but the wailing of a dead soul. Qin Yu looked up sharply and saw dark shadows floating in the distant void, like the remnants of cultivators who had died here, twisted into bizarre illusions after being nourished by death energy. Their empty eye sockets flickered with eerie green light, their bodies were translucent, neither soul nor ghost, drifting in the valley, emitting chilling shrieks.
"Call--"
A chilling wind howled, swirling with deathly energy, instantly causing the spiritual light surrounding Qin Yu to waver. He gripped the Black Bone War Spear tightly, his Spiritual Qi surging, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.
"This place... its resentment is dozens of times more terrifying than that of the Shadow Woods."
Qin Yu continued his journey alone, the atmosphere of the Northern Dark Abyss Valley growing increasingly gloomy. The ground beneath his feet was no longer ordinary black soil, but pitch-black stone slabs solidified with the resentment of countless dead souls. Every step felt like stepping on withered bones, producing a chilling, hollow sound.
The surrounding mountain walls seemed to have been cleaved open by a sharp blade, and wisps of black mist seeped out from the crisscrossing cracks. The mist was not ordinary death energy, but a resentful aura mixed with fragments of souls, which seemed to scorch one's sea of consciousness.
The sky above was even more terrifying. From the originally gloomy clouds, a huge skeletal phantom was vaguely emerging, its eyes empty, looking down at the valley. Occasionally, lightning would strike, but it was not heavenly lightning, but blackish-purple arcs of electricity formed from death energy. When they struck, they shattered the mountain walls, and the falling rocks made a metallic clanging sound.
Qin Yu's heart tightened slightly. "It's even more terrifying than the legendary Northern Dark Abyss Valley. Even the flow of Spiritual Qi is being suppressed... This dead land seems to be devouring the life force of cultivators."
As he ventured deeper, the deathly aura of the abyss suddenly began to ripple, as if drawn by some force. Dark shadows crawled out from the cracks in the ground, their forms indistinct, some resembling humans, others beasts, with empty eyes and emitting low, shrill howls, as if countless wronged souls had been forcibly pieced together.
The shadows gradually solidified, transforming into the first batch of undead specters. Their arms were long and thin like sickles, with twisted joints, and their movements were stiff yet eerily swift. With each step they took, black corrosive marks were left on the ground, even devouring the Spiritual Qi.
The surrounding air suddenly turned icy cold. Qin Yu gripped the Black Bone War Spear tightly, his eyes sharp as lightning. The shrieks of the undead grew more and more intense, as if the valley floor was echoing with the cries of countless vengeful spirits, sweeping in from all directions.
"This Northern Dark Abyss Valley... is basically a graveyard for the dead."
Qin Yu slowly raised the Black Bone War Spear. In the deathly valley, the spear emitted a chilling, eerie light, and the bone patterns on the blade seemed to come alive, emitting black light like the whispers of vengeful spirits. With just a slight tremor, ripples spread through the air, and even the surrounding undead instinctively froze, as if in fear of this weapon.
"Come on," Qin Yu whispered, his figure transforming into a swift gust of wind.
The first undead shadow lunged forward, its arms like scythes, its shrill cry carrying corrosive Spiritual Qi, aiming straight for Qin Yu's head. However, Qin Yu deflected it with his spear, and in an instant, black light surged forth, like a deathly lightning bolt tearing through the night—
Boom!!
The black spear light that erupted from the Black Bone War Spear swept out, instantly cleaving the undead shadows within a ten-zhang radius into fragments, turning them into scattered deathly dust. The shrill whistling echoed through the valley, mournful and terrifying.
Immediately afterwards, more undead emerged from the cracks, at least dozens, roaring as they charged forward, making the valley floor seem like a hellish army pouring down.
Qin Yu snorted coldly, gripping the Black Bone War Spear tightly with both hands. His figure suddenly accelerated, and he channeled the laws of wind with his Spiritual Sense, instantly unleashing—
Spirit Spear Fleeting Shadow!
Several afterimages flashed by in an instant, each strike carrying the aura of death, like black meteors streaking across the night sky. Wherever the spear blades touched, the undead shadows' bodies shattered, their soul flames were extinguished, and their deathly aura was forcefully dispersed.
However, the number of undead far exceeded expectations. More strange figures surged out from the valley wall ahead, the strongest of which was even close to the Major Accomplishment of the Yuan Transformation Realm. Their bodies were as huge as mountains, with long limbs and withered bone wings on their backs. Their aura pressed down on Qin Yu's chest.
"Damn it... this place is like an endless lair of the undead."
Cold sweat beaded on Qin Yu's forehead, but his eyes showed no sign of retreat. He stomped his foot, the Black Bone War Spear suddenly rising high, a dark vortex forming at its tip. Accompanied by a low, ghostly wail and the cracking of bones, it crashed down—
Heaven-Guiding Strike!
The spear light, like an arc of black lightning, crashed down from the sky, instantly annihilating more than a dozen undead monsters. A deep ravine was cleaved into the valley floor, black mist surged, and the roar was like the collapse of the heavens.
Qin Yu's expression grew increasingly grave. He knew this was only the first wave, and if the delay continued, they would inevitably be overwhelmed by the undead horde.
So, while fighting, he secretly pondered his escape route. As he swung his spear, black light and death energy intertwined, like a hellish storm unfolding in the valley.
Qin Yu had just stepped out of the Sea of the Dead and was about to use the Black Bone War Spear to clear a path when he suddenly felt the earth tremble slightly, as if some enormous creature was slowly awakening at the bottom of the valley.
"Thump... thump..." Each booming sound was like a giant drum beating in one's heart, and even the bone patterns on the Black Bone War Spear shimmered slightly.
The next instant, the black mist ahead suddenly exploded, revealing a void rift where gray and black intertwined. Accompanied by a piercing whistle, dozens of Demonic Spirit slowly emerged. They were larger than the undead from before, their bodies half-real and half-ethereal, their skeletons twisted, their fascia exposed, and their backs trailing long, black tails and decaying wings. Each one looked like a nightmare crawling out of an ancient abyss. As soon as they appeared, the surrounding undead instantly stiffened, their eyes flashing with ghostly fire, and they silently turned to ashes.
"Damn it..." Qin Yu's pupils constricted sharply, a chill running through him. "What I feared most has come to pass!"
At that moment, he truly felt what oppression meant for the first time—the aura of the Demonic Spirit spirits solidified, and the entire Northern Dark Abyss Valley was pressed down with a low rumble. The air was like solidified asphalt, and every breath felt like swallowing a knife.
The Demonic Spirit spirits all raised their heads, their empty eye sockets fixed on Qin Yu, as if looking at a piece of flesh to be devoured. Silent roars overflowed from their mouths, and black mist and death energy surged in all directions like a tide. Even the bone patterns on the Black Bone War Spear began to tremble, as if instinctively defending itself.
Qin Yu gripped his spear tightly, sweat dripping through his fingers. He could feel his heart pounding with unparalleled clarity at that moment.
"Calm down... you must calm down..."
The figures of the Demonic Spirit ahead grew larger and larger, their auras becoming increasingly terrifying. The Sea of the Dead had already vanished beneath their feet, all of which indicated that this was the true terror of the Northern Dark Abyss Valley.
Qin Yu's eyes turned cold, knowing that any further hesitation would mean certain death in the Sea of Demonic Spirit. He gritted his teeth, and his spiritual power surged forth like a tidal wave. His feet exploded, and a cyan light appeared beneath them.
Light Spirit Step!
Amidst the intertwining of azure light, Qin Yu's figure transformed into a fleeting afterimage, instantly sweeping across five zhang away. The air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound. The Demonic Spirit's claws, pouncing from behind, grazed past him, only catching his afterimage, and with a deafening crash, ripped the entire stone wall into dust.
Qin Yu's breathing was rapid, but his gaze was sharp as a knife. He knew that his movement technique alone was not enough to create a safe distance. He suddenly raised his hand, and the Spirit Annihilation Sword slashed across the air, the spirit pearl on the hilt shining brightly.
Spirit Protection Screen!
Boom! A layer of azure light suddenly expanded around him, resembling a pale azure moon, completely enveloping Qin Yu. Several Demonic Spirit shrieked and pounced simultaneously, their black claws slamming into the light barrier, producing a metallic clang like thousands of warhammers striking at once. The azure light trembled violently, but under Qin Yu's willpower, it remained firmly stable, forcefully blocking the overwhelming deathly aura.
"Go!"
Qin Yu roared, his Black Bone War Spear spinning horizontally, a dazzling azure light condensing at its tip, like lightning compressed into a beam of light. The next instant, the spear tip burst forth!
Spirit Wind Thrust!
Boom boom boom!!!
A beam of azure light, carrying a violent shockwave, pierced straight forward, instantly blasting away the three attacking Demonic Spirit. Their dark figures were torn apart in mid-air, and the shattered death energy exploded like smoke. The shockwave created ripples, clearing a bloody path across an area of several dozen feet!
Taking advantage of the momentum, Qin Yu stepped forward, his afterimage flashing repeatedly. He used the Light and Light Spirit Step to transform into illusory shadows and afterglows, like a blue dragon, and forcefully carved out an exit amidst the surging attacks of the Demonic Spirit.
His Spiritual Qi burned wildly, each breath like flames scorching his dantian, but Qin Yu's gaze remained firm, and he gritted his teeth to hold on. Finally, under the explosive aftershocks of the last shockwave, he transformed into a streak of light that pierced through the air, forcibly breaking free from the encirclement of the Demonic Spirit and disappearing into the dark depths of the Northern Dark Abyss Valley.
Behind him, dozens of Demonic Spirit roared and their deathly aura surged, but they could only watch helplessly as Qin Yu's figure gradually dissipated into the black mist.
Qin Yu collapsed onto a desolate rock, his breath coming in short gasps, his chest heaving violently, and his clothes soaked with sweat. He braced himself with his hands on the ground, his Spiritual Qi nearly depleted, the echoes of the Demonic Spirit's furious roar still reverberating in his ears. At this moment, he felt as if his entire body was being burned by raging fire, but he forced himself to remain calm and dared not let his guard down.
However, the moment he looked up, his eyes suddenly trembled.
Not far away, a spiritual herb, radiating a soft glow, grows quietly in the cracks of the mountain rocks, seemingly not belonging to the mortal world.
Its slender and elegant form, barely a foot tall, has a stem that seems to be carved from jade, crystal clear and translucent, shimmering with a faint azure halo, as if it has absorbed the pure energy of the heavens and condensed into form. Each leaf unfolds like a nebula, feathery and light, with drops of crystal-clear liquid at the tips, refracting a seven-colored shimmer in the dim moonlight, as if carrying the spiritual essence of the universe.
The flower stamens are particularly eye-catching, as small as stars, and when in full bloom, they resemble a cascading Milky Way, shimmering with light and emitting a refreshing fragrance that penetrates the soul, cool to the bone, as if cleansing the gloom deep within the heart. The roots are faintly visible, swirling with ethereal shadows like clouds, deeply embedded in the mountain rocks and spiritual soil, tightly connected to the veins of heaven and earth, endlessly regenerating.
The moment Qin Yu gazed at it, he felt the deathly aura surrounding him begin to dissipate, as if it were being attracted and devoured by the spiritual herb. Instead, a faint vitality resonated, seeping into his bloodline. His soul, exhausted from the battle, trembled slightly for a moment, as if it had been gently awakened.
An incredulous look of surprise flashed in Qin Yu's eyes, and he murmured:
"The Clear Sky Soul-Revitalizing Ganoderma... is actually here... Heaven's will truly favors me, Qin Yu!"
At this moment, the tension and exhaustion in his heart dissipated somewhat, and a long-lost burning light rekindled in his eyes. He knew that this spiritual herb was the only hope to save Miss Qingwan's life.
Qin Yu stared intently at the Qingxiao Clear Sky Soul-Revitalizing Ganoderma. His eyes held both intense longing and cautious coldness. He knew all too well that the preciousness of such a rare and precious object was often accompanied by unseen dangers.
He took a deep breath, slightly raised his hand, and the Black Bone War Spear, driven by his spiritual power, transformed into a chilling phantom, swirling around him. At the same time, Qin Yu lightly stomped his feet, his Spiritual Qi surging, and his Spirit Protection Screen instantly opened, a layer of bluish-white light firmly enveloping his body. Immediately afterward, he activated his Qi Shield Spear Wall again, using the spear as the array's core. Array patterns faintly appeared around him, forming an invisible barrier that isolated the deathly aura and lurking killing intent from all directions.
Amidst the desolate mountain rocks, the wind howled in deathly silence, as if unseen eyes were watching. But under the protection of layers upon layers of shields, Qin Yu steadied his mind and walked slowly but firmly toward the spiritual herb.
As they drew closer, the radiance emanating from the Clear Sky Soul-Revitalizing Ganoderma grew even more dazzling, like moonlight pouring down, enveloping Qin Yu's figure. With each step, he could feel the remaining death energy within his body being dispelled, and even his meridians, which had been depleted of spiritual power, gradually regained a faint flow of energy.
Finally, he knelt before the spiritual herb, gazing at this seemingly miraculous existence. The moment his fingertips touched it, a refreshing coolness surged into his body from his palm, reaching his sea of consciousness, clearing his mind and Kong Ling his thoughts.
"Truly a peerless celestial treasure..." Qin Yu murmured softly, then formed hand seals and activated the Spiritual Breath Essence Condensation Method, transforming spiritual energy into fine threads that gently wrapped around the roots of the grass stems to avoid damaging its medicinal properties through rough harvesting.
Instantly, ripples of Spiritual Qi spread around the mountain rocks, filling the air with light, as if the entire world was witnessing the moment this immortal herb was harvested.
With a low hum, the aura of the Clear Sky Soul-Revitalizing Ganoderma gradually subsided, transforming into a radiant spiritual herb that landed steadily in Qin Yu's palm. In an instant, a refreshing aura surged into his chest, and his mind was immediately calmed.
Qin Yu gripped the Clear Sky Soul-Revitalizing Ganoderma tightly, a determined glint in his eyes:
"Qingwan, this item will surely save your life!"
Having said that, he didn't linger. He immediately turned around, his Black Bone War Spear protecting him, and swiftly left the desolate mountain cliffs, rushing towards the place where Mu Qingwan hiding.
Qin Yu swiftly returned to the secret realm. With a gentle touch to the Qi Shield Spear Wall, the array patterns instantly cracked open, and he flashed inside. The firelight in the secret realm was dim, Mu Qingwan remained unconscious, her face as pale as paper. Death energy swirled around her, like gray-black vines, constantly eroding her aura and soul.
Qin Yu's eyes were firm as he held up the Clear Sky Soul-Revitalizing Ganoderma with both hands. In an instant, the spiritual herb emitted a dazzling bluish-white light, like a cascading silver river, illuminating the entire secret realm as if it were daytime, and filling the air with endless vitality.
"Miss Qingwan, hang in there..." Qin Yu murmured softly, then activated the Spiritual Breath Essence Condensation Method, channeling his spiritual power into the spiritual herb.
The roots and stems of the spiritual herb gradually transformed into azure light, while the seven-colored light within the flower's stamen peeled away bit by bit, condensing into liquid that floated in mid-air, like fragments of a star gathering into a teardrop, crystal clear and brimming with unparalleled vitality.
Qin Yu held the drop of spiritual liquid in his palm and slowly fed it into Mu Qingwan's mouth.
In the blink of an eye--
Boom!!!
A burst of violent Spiritual Qi exploded outwards, like a giant wave crashing against a dam. The entire secret realm trembled violently, and rubble fell from the surrounding stone walls. Mu Qingwan's body shuddered violently, and death energy surged outwards, transforming into countless ferocious gray-black ghost shadows that roared and pounced in all directions.
Qin Yu's eyes turned cold. Black Bone War Spear horizontally in front of him, and the runes on the spear suddenly lit up. Black flames and gray light intertwined, forming a barrier that forcibly suppressed all the deathly ghost shadows.
At the same time, the medicinal power of Clear Sky Soul-Revitalizing Ganoderma fully erupted.
Suddenly, circles of bluish-white light shone all over Mu Qingwan's body, from her dantian to her limbs, from her blood vessels to her Soul Sea, as if countless starlight were exploding within her. That vitality was like a raging torrent, frantically attacking the shackles of death energy.
Her body trembled violently, her face contorted in pain, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of her lips. But in the next instant, the blood was evaporated by the bluish-white light and transformed into spiritual energy.
Boom--!
Countless deathly gray shadows were completely shattered and dissipated into the void. In their place came a vast spiritual aura, like a spring breeze and rain, sprinkling the entire secret realm.
Qin Yu felt that Mu Qingwan in front of him was like a sleeping fairy, and the radiance emanating from her body was unbelievably beautiful. The silvery light poured down like moonlight and was surrounded by starlight, turning the entire cave into a fairyland.
Finally, at the last moment of the Spiritual Qi cleansing, Mu Qingwan exhaled a breath of stale air, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were as clear as a spring, reflecting the bluish-white starlight, and they even carried a touch of newborn vitality and gentle light.
Qin Yu let out a long breath, his clothes soaked with sweat, but his eyes sparkled with relief and joy.
"Miss Qingwan, you're alright now."