vrcanaries Chapter 1891 At the critical moment, it was still it that saved my life.
Chapter 1891 At the critical moment, it was still it that saved my life.
After settling the Crimson Flame Fox, Mingchuan, under the worried gazes of Lingxu Zhenren and the others, immediately turned to Ye Yan.
He took a deep breath, placed his hands on Ye Yan's body, and the pure and powerful spatial spiritual energy mixed with his unique power of the origin of all rivers flowed into Ye Yan's nearly depleted meridians and dantian like a warm tide.
At the same time, he separated several strands of his divine sense and carefully probed into Ye Yan's sea of consciousness.
As soon as he entered, Mingchuan felt a chilling, filthy thought filled with madness and malice lingering at the edge of his sea of consciousness, constantly eroding Ye Yan's dim soul light.
Ye Yan's consciousness was forced to shrink to its core, like a candle flickering in the wind, weakly resisting.
"What a vicious thing!" Mingchuan's heart sank.
This is no ordinary evil thought; its inherent filth seems to be a condensation of the world's most negative emotions and fragments of chaotic laws.
He tried to envelop and purify it with his own divine sense, but found that the evil thought was extremely stubborn and had a strong corrosive and assimilative effect. As soon as his divine sense came into contact with it, he felt waves of coldness and irritation.
Mingchuan decisively took out the Soul-Cleansing and Mind-Tranquilizing Pill that Jinman had just given him, used his spiritual power to dissolve the medicinal power, forming a cool and calming flow of medicinal power, and slowly sent it into Ye Yan's sea of consciousness.
Wherever the medicine reached, the rate at which the gray evil thought eroded slowed down slightly, and Ye Yan's tightly furrowed brows seemed to relax a little, but it was far from being completely dispelled.
Time passed little by little.
Sweat beaded on Mingchuan's forehead as his spiritual energy continued to deplete.
The Nine-Turn Rejuvenating Pill also entered Ye Yan's body, repairing his damaged dantian and meridians, but the stalemate in his sea of consciousness remained unbroken.
Ye Yan's breath was still weak, and his face was ashen.
"Not enough... If this continues, Master's soul will be slowly eroded!"
Mingchuan was anxious, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a solution.
He recalled the Star Pivot Token that Ye Yan had brought back. The righteous power of the stars contained within it might be useful, but at this moment, the Star Pivot Token seemed to have fallen into a kind of dormancy, and its connection with Ye Yan was extremely weak, making it difficult to activate.
Just as he was about to risk it all and forcefully confront that evil thought with an even stronger divine sense—
hum!
The Nine Dragons Sword suddenly began to vibrate violently without any warning!
On the sword, the nine lifelike dragon-shaped patterns lit up with dazzling golden light in turn!
"Clang—!"
A clear and resounding dragon's roar and sword cry echoed throughout the quiet room!
The next moment, a golden dragon aura, condensed as if it were solid and majestic and domineering, shot into the sky from the hilt of the sword. After circling in the air for a moment, it seemed to have intelligence and rushed straight towards Ye Yan's brow!
"This is……"
Mingchuan was startled, but did not stop him.
He sensed from this dragon energy a vast, masculine, and righteous energy that could cleanse evil spirits. He believed that cultivating with Ye Yan's life force would be of no harm.
The golden dragon energy entered Ye Yan's brow without any hindrance and rushed straight into his sea of consciousness!
Within the sea of consciousness, the lurking gray evil thought seemed to sense a deadly threat, suddenly contracting and writhing, emitting a silent shriek, attempting to gather strength to resist.
However, Jin Guanglong's momentum was unstoppable, and wherever he passed, it was like the scorching sun melting snow!
The cold and filthy thoughts were quickly dissolved and evaporated under the impact of the supremely yang and righteous dragon energy, making a hissing sound as they turned into wisps of black smoke that drifted out from Ye Yan's seven orifices and were then annihilated by the purification array in the meditation room.
In just a few breaths, the evil thoughts that had troubled Ye Yan for so long were completely swept away!
The golden dragon energy did not dissipate; instead, it gently surrounded Ye Yan's weak soul aura, transforming into a thin golden light film that protected him.
Above the light membrane, tiny dragon shadows could be faintly seen moving about, emanating a stable and nourishing aura.
The lingering pain on Ye Yan's face finally subsided completely. Although he was still unconscious, his breathing became steady and long, and his complexion began to regain a faint hue.
Mingchuan breathed a long sigh of relief, slowly withdrew his hands, and felt a wave of exhaustion. His back was soaked with cold sweat.
He looked at the Nine Dragons Sword, which had returned to calm, and couldn't help but sigh again.
In the crucial moment, this sword saved my life...
“Ming-ge! Old Master Ye…” Ji-zhou asked nervously from the side.
Mingchuan wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Don't worry, the evil thoughts have been eliminated, and the soul has been stabilized for the time being."
"However, his soul is severely damaged and requires a long period of rest and recovery. The injuries to his dantian and meridians can be managed with the Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Pill and subsequent conditioning."
Jinman breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great... I was really scared just now."
Mingchuan exhaled a breath of stale air and turned to Lingxu Zhenren, "Senior, you are also seriously injured. Quickly recuperate. Leave this to us."
Seeing that Ye Yan's condition was stable and that the Crimson Flame Fox had been sent into the secret realm, Master Lingxu finally felt a great weight lifted from his heart, and immediately felt a wave of dizziness and weakness.
He stopped forcing himself, nodded, sat cross-legged on a futon on the other side of the quiet room, took the pill, and began to heal his injuries through internal energy cultivation.
Mingchuan told Jinman and Jizhou to go and rest first, leaving only two attentive disciples outside the door to await instructions.
He himself moved a futon and sat by Ye Yan's bedside, restoring his health while keeping watch over her.
The only sounds in the quiet room were the even breathing and the faint scent of medicine.
Mingchuan's gaze fell on the Star Pivot Token that Ye Yan was still tightly holding in his hand, and on the copy of "Star Mark Record" that had slid to the side, which was neither silk nor leather.
His gaze gradually became sharp and deep.
This matter cannot be delayed, but we don't know when Master will wake up...
Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at that moment.
Mingchuan sat cross-legged on the futon beside Ye Yan's bed, his eyes slightly closed, and the "Myriad Transformations Return to One Technique" slowly circulated within his body, restoring the spiritual energy and mental energy consumed during the previous treatment.
However, most of his attention remained focused on Ye Yan, sensing every change in his master's aura.
The golden dragon energy emitted by the Nine Dragon Sword had now completely merged into Ye Yan's sea of consciousness, transforming into a warm yet resilient protective light membrane that continuously nourished Ye Yan's severely damaged soul.
The subtle dragon shadows moved across the light membrane, carrying an endless vitality.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Yan's pale, paper-white fingers twitched very slightly.
Immediately afterwards, his eyelashes, which covered his eyelids, trembled, and he let out a barely audible, dry groan.
Mingchuan opened his eyes instantly, leaned forward, and softly called out, "Master?"
Ye Yan's brows furrowed tightly, as if fighting against some lingering dizziness and pain. His eyelids struggled a few times before finally slowly opening a crack.
At first, his eyes were unfocused and confused, as if they were looking through a thick fog, unable to concentrate.
But soon, that disarray was replaced by a sudden, burning urgency!
"Uh……"
Ye Yan tried to speak, but could only manage a breathy sound; his throat was as dry and hoarse as if sandpaper were being rubbed.
He wanted to move, to sit up, but his body felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and wouldn't obey him at all. He only slightly raised his neck, which aggravated all his injuries, causing him to groan in pain, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.
"Master! Don't move!" Mingchuan hurriedly pressed down on his shoulder, his strength gentle yet irresistible. "You are badly injured, your soul has only just stabilized, please don't rush!"