Lying on the ground, Li Rui's eyes were engulfed in darkness. He could vaguely hear the conversation not far away and knew that reinforcements had finally arrived.
He wasn't sure what exactly happened afterward, but there were all sorts of roaring and exploding sounds continuously in his ears, like the New Year's celebrations.
Eventually, everything returned to silence. Wrapped in a warm current, Li Rui's consciousness became clearer until he could finally open his eyes.
The good news was that he was still alive; the bad news was that he only had two limbs left. Fortunately, this was only in the Secret Realm and did not affect reality.
He lifted his head and found himself leaning against the thigh of an old Daoist, who, from his attire, bore some resemblance to Daoist Chongxu.
"Young benefactor, I seem to sense the qi of the Shenxiao Thunderbolt Heart Scripture on you," Zhenyue said amicably.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
