Chapter 11
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I don't … "He suddenly coughed violently.
The hot air of the divine fire leaked out of his chest and swept through his broken meridians.
Intense pain seeped into every inch of his flesh. Blood kept pouring out of his mouth.
He heard Rong Ran and Helan Ze's panicked voices.
His consciousness couldn't help but blur.
He fainted.
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Ye Yunlan was in a nightmare.
He felt that his body was falling again and again until he fell to the bottom of the pitch-black abyss where he could not see the light of day. His bones were shattered from the fall.
He collapsed on the ground.
In the dim light, the Gods and Buddhas on the walls were all watching him. They hid in the shadows. Their expressions were different. Some were sympathetic, some were merciful, some were angry, and some were mocking. However, when they were reflected in his eyes, they all slowly became twisted and ferocious.
Only in the endless distance above, there was an extremely faint light.
He raised his hand to grab it, but he couldn't touch it.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally woke up in a cold sweat.
He found himself trapped in a ball of soft material. Above his vision was a white jade dome that was filled with ethereal Qi.
The divine fire in his heart was suppressed by a strong spiritual power that didn't belong to him. The hot air no longer flowed out, but his meridians still hurt.
He struggled to get up. His black hair fell from his shoulders. He looked down and found that he was lying on a cloud bed.
It was not a magical artifact that was made by imitating clouds. Instead, it was a real cloud bed that had been extracted from the clouds in the sky and cut out.
This was clearly an immortal's technique that could only be achieved after transcending the sixth level of the mortal realm.
There was only one person in all of Tenzong who had such a cultivation base.
Qiyun Jun.
This was Qiyun Jun's abode, Yuntian Palace.
Ye Yunlan's heart sank.
He struggled to get off the cloud bed, but his body was in pain and powerless. Suddenly, he heard a man's cold voice. "You're awake?"
Ye Yunlan suddenly raised her head and saw a tall and big man standing outside the palace.
He was wearing a white robe and had silver hair. His face was handsome and indifferent. He looked like an emotionless immortal from the nine heavens.
Ye Yunlan subconsciously reached out to draw his sword, but he was shocked to find that the Missing Shadow Sword was not by his side.
Qiyun Jun strode into the hall. His footsteps were neither slow nor hurried, and his entire being seemed to have perfectly blended into the surroundings.
The Dao runes were flawless and impeccable.
The other walked to his side and cast a shadow over him.
Her wrist, which was resting on the bed, was suddenly grabbed by the other party. Qiyun Jun's slender fingers pressed on his pulse, and cold spiritual energy pierced into his body to investigate.
Ye Yunlan suddenly shuddered.
"Let me go!"
He wanted to fling the man's hand away, but the difference between their cultivation levels was like heaven and earth. The power of a mortal evolution state was far from what his current injured and weak body could compare to.
In a situation where he didn't have a sword in his hand and couldn't use any forbidden techniques, he couldn't break free from the other party's grasp.
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