Beneath the World Tree, spiritual energy swirled through the air, several times denser and purer than in the outside world.
The moment Ming Xin landed, he felt every pore across his body naturally open, greedily absorbing the pure Life Force as his depleted Dao power began recovering at an accelerated rate.
Ancient Venerable Qing Xuan's avatar did not manifest immediately, but the immense trunk swayed slightly, scattering drops of luminous rain filled with life's source power. They merged into Ming Xin's body and aided his recovery.
The light rain was remarkably effective. Ming Xin immediately felt refreshed, and more than half his exhaustion faded away.
"Many thanks, Ancient Venerable." Ming Xin cupped his hands in gratitude.
"Compared to the favor you have shown my realm, little friend, this modest nourishment is hardly worth mentioning."
The Ancient Venerable's thoughts came with sincere gratitude before turning solemn. "Little friend, although we repelled a powerful enemy this time, the hidden danger remains. We may also have angered the Void Clan's higher ranks."
Ming Xin nodded. "I understand. Nether Prison holds no low status within the Void Clan. Having suffered defeat this time, they will certainly not let this rest. Next time, those who come will likely be even more troublesome."
"Precisely." The Ancient Venerable sighed. "According to scattered records passed down through my people, the Void Clan possesses a rigid hierarchy. Someone like Nether Prison, who can wield the Nirvana Domain, may already be considered a powerhouse in his own right, yet above him are even more terrifying existences. They command deeper authorities over Destruction and Nirvana. There are even rumors that an ancient Void Ancestor close to 'that one' lies sleeping."
"'That one'?" Ming Xin caught the crucial detail.
The Ancient Venerable's thoughts carried profound dread. "The origin of the Void Clan,