Streams of divine medicine elixir continuously spilled out, entering Zhou Yan's divine body, and then permeating into his divine soul.
Zhou Yan felt that, under the mysterious power of the soul spring, his soul, despite being injured, was gradually recovering.
Although this recovery felt like stitching a soul with needle and thread, a pain only Zhou Yan could comprehend, it was undoubtedly a form of progress.
At the same time, Zhou Yan gritted his teeth and persevered, while also diverting his attention to use powerful divine energy to derive the golden leaf of the Hidden God Fragment, a feat bordering on the insane.
This was something no cultivator could accomplish, yet Zhou Yan gradually ignored the pain, multitasking, and managed to handle it.
The injuries to Zhou Yan's soul were actually recovering under such conditions, gradually improving from seventy percent, to seventy-one, seventy-two, seventy-three...
