For the first time in two hundred years, her decaying optic nerves began to regenerate. The outline of a pupil appeared within the murky whites of her eyes.
She cultivated the path of the Ming Sword Heart, merging with her sword, which naturally gave rise to enlightenment in the Martial Dao and birthed a discerning eye.
Now, nourished by the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, her decaying shell was revitalized. Her withered meridians were like parched land receiving a welcome rain, her shriveled flesh and blood revived inch by inch, and even the Sword Bone that had lain dormant for two hundred years was rejuvenated under the washing of the Spiritual Flow.
"Spiritual Qi... This is Spiritual Qi!"
The mud-caked old man frantically tore at the earthy shell on his body. The moment his newborn skin touched the air, it surprisingly stirred the Earth Spirit Qi within a ten-zhang radius into a vortex.
