Northern Continent, deep within a mountain range, in a cave hidden by dozens of powerful formations.
Elder Ji of the Golden Cloud Immortal Sect sat against the rocky wall, his breathing rhythmic but heavy with a lingering fatigue.
His entire injuries, though fully recovered through the miracle of Heavenly Saint regeneration and countless pills, still felt a phantom itch whenever the wind whistled through the cave's entrance.
Not to mention his soul and foundations has been broken, and he couldn't muster any strength stronger than Profound Saint at his current state at all.
But still, for the past twelve months, he had watched over the charred and broken form of Jiang Chen.
The youth had not stirred once, still locked in a deep, comatose state as his Formless Void Divine Physique worked in the silence of his marrow to repair the damage dealt by the Supreme's Sword Intent.
