The Northern Border, Divine Martial Sect.
In a gloomy, deep-set grand hall, a long streak of rainbow light shot through the air and landed inside. It finally transformed into a large man who collapsed to the ground.
PTHOO!
The moment Perfected Huan Wu fell to his knees, he couldn't stop himself from spitting blood. But with a pained expression, he cupped his hands over his mouth and swallowed the blood back down.
After all, this "blood" was actually the essence of his Dao Foundation. Spitting out even a single mouthful would normally take him more than ten days to recover from. Now, however, it was gushing out uncontrollably, showing just how severe his injuries were. Not to mention, he had even abandoned his physical body, escaping with only his Soul.
"Senior Brother!"
Just then, a young man walked out from within the hall. He had an anxious look on his face, and upon seeing Perfected Huan Wu's state, he hurried forward to help him up.
"Xuanwu... The pill! The pill!"
