At the bottom of the jade bottle, Beiming Abyss’s remnant soul curled up within a faint mass of black mist.
Over the past five days, he had also regained some vitality by relying on the golden light of the Da Luo Golden Classic and the essence of the Soul-Nourishing Liquid. The black mist, which had been on the verge of dissipating, became somewhat solid.
Although still too weak to act, and even speaking seemed difficult, at least it was no longer as before, at any moment when it could be completely annihilated.
Occasionally, he would emit a faint aura, as if conveying gratitude to Chen Ping.
After sensing this, Chen Ping only nodded slightly without saying much—at this moment, all his energy was focused on recuperating his soul.
He knew that only by quickly regaining his strength could he have a chance to rebuild his body and return to the Sixteenth Heaven to avenge his grievances.
On the evening of the fifth day, the afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the ventilation openings of the secret chamber, casting a faint golden glow that fell onto the stone platform, intertwining with the light inside the jade bottle.
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