Wan Qiao lifted the young man, carried him to her bed, and laid him down. She gently stroked her own face and then sat on the ground, waiting for him to wake, her visage softened by a tender smile. This young man stirred emotions within the Divine Origin Queen’s heart, feelings she herself had not known. Whenever he showcased his knowledge, she felt proud, akin to the pride of a mother, and now as she looked at him, her gaze resembled that of a mother admiring her son. For Wan Qiao, her bond with Yan Xiaobao grew increasingly intimate. As the young man lying on the bed groaned, the sun was setting. At that sound, Wan Qiao instantly stood up. Her eyes widened with hopeful anticipation, and when she saw him rising, her lips trembled faintly. His hand gripped his head, and as he slowly opened his eyes, the sound of his teeth grinding was audible. The rays of the setting sun shone sharply in his eyes, and he groaned once again before sitting upright. Though his body was consud by incredible pain, it brimd with an energy he had never felt before. The energy erupted from his body, and as he sensed the sudden surge in power, he was taken aback. Without even opening his eyes or glancing around, he crossed his legs and sat. His hands placed atop his knees,
the process began within his Upper Dantian. He was astonished to see massive amounts of Yin Energy rging with Yang Energy, creating a ceaselessly flowing martial power that condensed into a Golden Treasure Pearl within his Upper Dantian. The sheer amount of Yin Energy far surpassed anything he had witnessed before, and after sensing the force of Wu Wei’s energy, he was stunned to discover he had ascended to the sixth star of King-level. He had leapt from a one-star King to a six-star King overnight. As for how he managed such a feat, it was entirely beyond his comprehension.
From the Upper Dantian, transitioning to the Lower Dantian, Yan Xiaobao was once again startled by the blue cloud. But to his amazent, the blue cloud had vanished. Instead, seated in ditation was a burly, towering figure. He was clad in the filthiest garnts Yan Xiaobao had ever seen. His face was concealed behind scraggly hair and an overgrown beard. It was evident that this unassuming man was the monk previously ntioned by Wolf.
As Yan Xiaobao ventured toward the Lower Dantian, the monk ceased his ditation, his face breaking into a smile as he approached Yan Xiaobao. His strides were deliberate, unhurried, and his hands were clasped before him. Step by step, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on his path.
"Yan Xiaobao, I am also Yan Xiaobao," the monk spoke, now only two paces away from the young man. His eyes finally opened, and the young man was astonished to find that the monk’s eyes were as blue as the blue cloud. Though the man appeared middle-aged, his gaze was brimming with wisdom—wisdom that could not be gained in a single lifeti.
Bowing deeply, Yan Xiaobao understood that what stood before him was nothing more than a figure pieced together from countless mories of the past; yet even so, Yan Xiaobao recognized that this entity still possessed a mind capable of deep thought. Yan Xiaobao knew that this older aspect of himself could impart great lessons to him.
When he noticed the monk gazing at him with a faint, tender smile, Yan Xiaobao’s mories began to stir. Within that smile lay the weight of deep sorrow. As words almost escaped his lips, Yan Xiaobao felt them lodge in his throat, an indescribable inability to speak overtook him.
"You are faced with a decision of utmost importance, a choice that must be made for the greater good," the monk said with a soft sigh, his hand reaching out to Yan Xiaobao’s head and stroking it with an understanding smile.
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