A day and a night had passed. Yun Yang woke up from his long trance and tried to circulate his Qi. He felt his meridians flowing smoothly and as his mystical Qi circulated, his internal organs were no longer in pain. It was obvious that his injuries had taken a huge turn for the better.
However, upon closer inspection, he realized that there were still many obstructions in his internal organs. They were caused by the accumulation of blood clots. He had cultivated the Endless Divine Art for a day and night, with Emmie's Qi of vitality, but it was still the same. It was enough to prove how serious his injuries were.
Yun Yang sucked in a deep breath. A gust of mystical Qi flowed against the current and cleansed his meridians forcefully. He could vaguely hear the rumbling of thunder in his chest and abdomen. Opening his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of extremely thick blood clots and panted heavily. It was only after a long while that he managed to regain his composure.
The movement forced the mystical Qi through the clots, accompanied by an excruciating pain that felt like it was being cut by a knife. Fortunately, the feeling only lasted for a moment before he felt much better.
Yun Yang's breathing calmed down and his nostrils were almost the same as usual. He could not help heaving a sigh of relief. Standing up slowly and stretching his body, he could hear the crackling of his bones.
Just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly stunned, a chill running down his spine.
A voice suddenly came from behind him; it was thought-provoking and heart-stopping.
"Young man, are you leaving just like that?"
Yun Yang's heart almost leaped out of his mouth, skipping a beat in that very instant.
When he had landed here yesterday, his deific consciousness was already close to being a mess. Relying on the last shred of clarity he had, he had chosen this secluded spot at the bottom of the cliff. Then, he had fallen unconscious and left his fate to fate.
However, he clearly remembered that there was no trace of human presence here.
How was it that he had rested and recuperated here for a night, feeling that he was alone in this place? How was it that there was actually someone here who had spoken when he had left? Was there not a cliff wall behind him?
Yun Yang turned to look at the source of the voice. What he could see was indeed a cliff wall. There was nothing wrong with it.
Only the spot where he was sitting was slightly sunken in by about five feet. However, it was still a solid cliff wall.
"May I know who you are?" Yun Yang asked the mountain wall.
The voice heaved a long sigh and did not reply immediately. However, Yun Yang tried his best to listen and discern, confirming that the voice was indeed coming from the stone wall. For a moment, he was even more suspicious. Could it be that this rock … had gained sentience?
The voice said, "Me? I am a … very unlucky person … "
Yun Yang asked cautiously, "May I ask where you are now and what is your intention of asking a guest to stay at this time?"
"I'm right in front of you …" The voice sighed softly, "You don't have any strange thoughts. I don't have any evil intentions. Last night, I was your protector. You spent the whole night healing yourself, but not even a mosquito passed by. Even though this place is slightly hidden, how could it be like this?!"
Yun Yang replied, "I see. Thank you for your kindness. However, when high-level cultivators like us cultivate, how can a mosquito … dare come close? "
The voice chuckled, "Your mystical skill is marvelous and unpredictable. How can I not know that your severe injuries are almost completely healed in a day and night? However, it is also true that your deific consciousness was in a trance last night. I was the one who accompanied you for the whole night. This can't be wrong, can it?"
Yun Yang said, "I thank you again for your kindness in protecting me. May I ask what is your intention of asking a guest to stay?"
The voice said, "It's fate that we've met. Protecting each other is just a small effort. It's really just a gesture of kindness, nothing more. However, this old and useless one has asked a guest to stay because I want young friend to help me with something. I wonder if young friend will agree to it?"
Yun Yang replied, "Help? May I ask what kind of help it is? "
The voice said leisurely, "If young friend can help me with this, this old man will owe you a favor. I'll repay you generously in the future."
"I still don't know if I can be of help to you. It's important to know one's self, but I dare not promise anything!" Yun Yang would not agree to it so easily. His tone was tactful, but there was a hint of rejection in it.
The Bound of Universe was connected to Heaven's Will. Almost every word and action could be witnessed by Heaven's Will. If he agreed without thinking and this fellow came out to dig a hole for him, would he not become the joke of the ages and become a laughing stock?
During this period of time, Yun Yang had been baptized by Little Fatty, Shi Wuchen, and Feng Guohai, the three experts of eloquence. He had long understood that one should not simply speak one's mind, lest one's words bring endless trouble!
Besides, he did not even know who this fellow was. Why would he agree to help him the moment he saw him?
"What I'm asking of young friend Yu is just a small effort. I'm sure you can help."
The voice sounded rather eager as it said, "I can feel that you have an unusually abundant air of vitality in you. As long as you give me some and help me get out of this predicament, this old man will be eternally grateful for your kindness. I dare not forget it!"
Yun Yang's eyes darted around as he asked, "Where are you? I can't even see you. Even if you have the intention, you shouldn't do it aimlessly, right? "
The person's voice sounded dejected. "I'm ashamed to say this … this old man is in the belly of the mountain before you."
Yun Yang asked, "Does this mean that you have been imprisoned and are not a free and independent being?"
Yun Yang's words conveyed two layers of meaning. One was that the other party was not free. Even if he wanted to help, he would have to put in a lot of effort. Secondly, and more importantly, if Yun Yang helped the other party, he would definitely offend the person who imprisoned him. How could he not think about it?
The voice did not speak for a long time. It was only after an hour that the person sighed faintly. "Yes. I've been in this mountain … for a very long time. "
"How long is a very long time?" Yun Yang was intrigued.
From the length of time this person had been imprisoned, he could roughly determine his cultivation base level.
After all, the lower a person's cultivation base was, the shorter the duration of imprisonment would be. He would die within a few years. On the other hand, if the time of imprisonment was long enough, the original cultivation base of the imprisoned person would be more impressive.
"About thirty to forty years …" The voice sounded uncertain as it said, "I've been imprisoned here and can't see the sun and moon changing. I'm really not sure how many years have passed. I can only say that it's a rough estimate."
"Thirty to forty years …" Yun Yang calculated in his heart. If he were to calculate according to this time, even if this person had a spatial ring and some food to sustain his life, he would not be able to hold on for long. If it was not intentional, why would any cultivator stuff a spatial ring with rations that could last for decades?
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