He radiated divine light, and suddenly, three layers of holy light shattered, his physical body seemingly forced together from behind, charging forward.
Yu Ziqing again flew dozens of miles, crashing into the mountain before stopping.
Yu Ziqing stood up, feeling his own body, with the muscles and flesh of his arms tearing inside, and his bones showing slight cracks.
The heartbeat that had stopped for a moment now began to thud, the stagnant qi-blood circulated rapidly, healing this minor injury.
Flying back all the way, he saw trees in the forest below shattering into a large area, creating a gully stretching for miles.
At the end of the gully, the body of the White Water Egg folded into that strange shape, shivering as it appeared to breathe more out than in.
Yu Ziqing mobilized his qi-blood to restore his body, grinning as he walked up.
