The Da Luo Golden Classic not only forcibly protected Chen Ping’s soul, but also repaired and nourished the damaged soul texture in real time.
The fragments of his soul that had previously been torn apart and scattered by the Soul-Refining Fire were carefully gathered, pieced together, fitted, and reshaped by the golden light, returning steadily to their places.
Those memories and obsessions, warm pasts, and deep-seated hatreds forcibly stripped away and nearly erased were all fully recovered and firmly engraved deep within his soul, never to be erased.
The boundless pain quickly faded, and the chaotic consciousness gradually cleared. Chen Ping slowly regained his spiritual sense, clearly “seeing” the full picture within his sea of consciousness.
At the center floated an ancient, gilded Da Luo Golden Classic, surrounded by golden light; In the corner, the ice-blue orb lay dormant peacefully, its aura incredibly familiar.
He immediately mobilized his remaining faint divine sense and whispered a voice transmission: “Beiming Yuan, is that you?” ”
Beiming Yuan’s weak yet relieved voice immediately responded, filled with the relief of having survived a disaster: “It’s me, Chen Ping.” Your soul is still alive and well, which is a great blessing. ”
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