In the cave, it was dark and deep.
Mu Qianxue cradled Ling Feng, walking forward for about a hundred meters before seeing a small pool ahead, filled with spiritual energy, bubbling and frothing. Wisps of pure bloodline energy almost formed dragon-shaped mists above the pool's surface.
The pool water was light red, seemingly like blood, with energy almost seeping out.
No wonder it was a Spiritual Pond that filled only once every five hundred years, and no wonder that Demon Emperor looked so pained.
Mu Qianxue carefully laid Ling Feng's body flat by the pool, raised her jade hand, and gently caressed Ling Feng's cheek, whispering softly as if in a dream, "Brother Ling, don't worry, soon you won't suffer like this anymore."
Ling Feng's body bore countless deep scars to the bone, and with the side effects of using Chaos Rebirth, his cultivation had once again fallen below the Divine Origin Realm.
