But at this mont, Xu Ping had no ti to care about others and could only focus on surviving.
His injuries were too severe; he must find a safe place to heal as soon as possible.
...
Three months passed quietly.
In a secluded cave deep within an unknown mountain forest, spiritual light flickered.
Inside the cave, a ticulously arranged small Spirit Gathering Array was operating, array patterns shimring with gentle light.
At the center of the Array, Xu Ping sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, a calm expression on his face, running a Cultivation Technique to repair his injuries.
Suddenly, the small Spirit Gathering Array burst with unprecedented radiance, madly devouring the thin Spiritual Qi within a radius of dozens of miles, forming a miniature Spiritual Qi vortex, all pouring into the figure within the array.
It’s unknown how much ti passed.
Xu Ping’s tightly closed eyes abruptly opened.
Sizzle—
Two beams of concentrated azure light shot out from his eyes, like lightning cutting through the darkness, instantly illuminating the entire simple cave.
"Hoo..."
Xu Ping exhaled a deep breath of turbid air.
This breath was extrely long, and after it left his body, it surprisingly condensed without dispersing, turning into a grayish-white air arrow with a faint burnt and thunderous violent aura.
With a ’puff’ sound, it pierced through the rock wall ahead, leaving a bottomless small hole.
"The injuries are finally completely healed." A hint of relief appeared on Xu Ping’s face.
He looked within himself, and in his ridians, the destructive thunderstorm that raged like a viper had been dispersed and obliterated by the abundant Mana and boundless vitality.
The broken and damaged areas swiftly healed under the strong recovery, becoming sturdy and broad once again.
The Mana around him circulated smoothly like the tides, endlessly flowing.
The charred cracks on his skin had disappeared, and beneath his bronze skin, his vitality surged and emitted a subdued yet powerful sense of strength.
His injuries were terrifying at the ti, and if it were an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator, recovery would have been much slower, and the foundation might even suffer damage.
Fortunately, his recovery ability far exceeded that of ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators, combined with abundant vitality, allowing him to recover so quickly.
However, while the injuries were healed, the unease in his heart remained.
"Such an existence..."
Recalling the terrifying Thunder Spirit, a deep dread and lingering fear flashed in Xu Ping’s eyes.
"Unlike ordinary Late-Stage Nascent Soul, its thunder was so pure and its power so imnse that it likely touched the edge of Divinity Transformation."
From a distance of a hundred and eight thousand miles, it used Thunder Power from a secret realm to launch an attack across space, gravely injuring him, a Fourth Rank Body Refining Nascent Soul True Monarch.
If he hadn’t decisively detonated his Wood Spirit Avatar to briefly disrupt the opponent’s will and trigger the thunderstorm, gaining that life-saving mont.
He might have already been annihilated, becoming another wisp of dust fading into the Thunder Secret Realm.
"In that being’s domain, perhaps only a true Divinity Transformation Celestial Monarch descending could attempt to subdue it."
"If I could refine that terrifying Thunder Spirit’s essence into my Canghua Divine Wood Sword... I might even achieve a Fifth Rank supre treasure!"
"The sword array’s power would reach an unimaginable realm."
This passionate thought couldn’t help but surface in Xu Ping’s mind.
However, this fla of passion burned only for a mont before being rcilessly extinguished by a bone-chilling bucket of ice water.
"Wishful thinking!"
Xu Ping shook his head forcefully, the heat in his eyes fading away.
Such an existence was far beyond what he could covet right now.
Even joining forces with Hongyi and that senior wouldn’t be enough.
At the very least, he would need to reach the peak of Late-Stage Nascent Soul or cultivate an extraordinary Body Cultivation Technique like "Nirvana Golden Body" to have even a slight qualification to contemplate.
Pushing down the turbulent thoughts in his heart, Xu Ping flipped his palm, and two grayish-white stone boxes, neither gold nor jade, engraved with mysterious Restrictions, appeared in his palm.
They were the containers sealing the two captured Thunder Spirits.
One was the pale golden Thunder Spirit he captured when he first entered the secret realm, with relatively weak but extrely pure essence.
The other was that powerful dark golden Thunder Spirit, although sealed hastily at the last mont with so essence leaking, its Thunder Power still far exceeded the forr.
"Although I couldn’t obtain the most powerful Thunder Spirit, capturing these two Thunder Spirits is enough to transform the Canghua Divine Wood Sword, allowing it to securely enter the realm of Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure."
Feeling the berserk and pulsating Thunder Essence even through layers of seals from the stone boxes, a trace of genuine joy and anticipation finally appeared in Xu Ping’s eyes.
Now that the Thunder Spirits were captured and his injuries healed, it was ti to return to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
With a flip of his hand, the grayish-white stone boxes promptly vanished into the Storage Ring.
Then, he waved his hand to retract the Spirit Gathering Array, carefully erasing all remaining traces and auras within the cave.
After that, his figure transford into an extrely faint azure smoke, silently blending into the shadows of the mountains and forests, cautiously heading in the direction of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
...
Two months later, the autumn wind whistled, and all trees wilted.
Xu Ping quietly returned to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
The first thing he did upon his return was to head to Blue Water Peak.
At this ti, True Monarch Lan Ling was in the crucial preparation period for a Realm Breakthrough, with his Qi harmoniously contained, leaving no room for any external evil to intrude or for any disturbance to his Yuan Yin.
After a simple mont of warmth, Xu Ping returned to Cyan Cloud Peak.
With True Monarch Lan Ling preparing for a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul breakthrough, Xu Ping also had much to do.
After all, refining the Thunder Spirits into the Canghua Divine Wood Sword was no simple task.
If it failed and his Life Treasure was damaged, he would suffer backlash as well.
Cyan Cloud Peak, underground cave abode.
Rich vitality and pure wood spirit aura filled the air.
In the center of the cave, the Profound Celestial Embryo glead lushly.
Nearby, the Dragon Blood Fruit tree was shrouded in a red glow, a few Dragon Blood Fruits growing plumper with a captivating fragrance, nearing maturity.
"It seems that in the year or so I’ve been away, you haven’t slacked off, nor have you secretly consud the ’Ten Thousand Snakes’ blood essence I left you."
Xu Ping nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction showing on his face.
His gaze fell on the Water Lake Mouse guarding nearby, and a flash of approval passed through his eyes.
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