"Ugh, so comfortable!"
"Haha! We are saved, we no longer need to face death!"
"Hee hee, truly, heaven does not seal off all exits! Having survived this great disaster, there must be good fortune ahead."
Zhao Sheng didn't even need to remind them, Yama, Thunder Roc, Xian Kong, Ou Feng, and He Tai—all five Nascent Souls—flew down into the pile of ore within a thirty-foot radius, their bodies bathing in the faint glow, their faces revealing ecstatic expressions.
Before long, the five, Yama among them, sat cross-legged around the pile of ore, unable to wait as they began channeling their energies to heal their wounds.
Zhao Sheng stood outside the range of the faint glow, his Divine Thought enveloping the five, observing the changes in their bodies.
At first, the fine crystal grains that covered their skin gradually shrank and vaporized, releasing a stream of pure and immense nature's spiritual energy.
