Cai Zhen vanished. In one heartbeat, he was a fragile figure drifting meters away. In the next, he was beside Thera, his movements defying the very laws of the multiverse.
He caught her collapsing form with one arm, his touch gentle but firm. He checked her pulse, feeling the faint beat of a goddess pushed to the brink of extinction. Instinctively, he began to channel a healing technique, a skill drilled into him over centuries of cultivation. But there was no Qi here.
Instead, he reached for something else. He tapped into the unfamiliar wellspring that had just ignited in his dantian, Faith.
He poured this strange energy into Thera. It circulated through her meridians, as a gentle, revitalizing light.
With every cycle, her pale skin regained a hint of color, her shallow breathing deepening.
He didn't stop. He turned his gaze toward Angra, the Demon God who was currently pinned by the swarm of divine swords.
