Sword Language Immortal Sect.
Purple Dome Peak.
Luo Xiu sat cross-legged on the mat in the courtyard, slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, then closed his eyes to begin an inner vision with his Divine Sense.
In his Divine Sense perspective, he could see another version of himself.
That "self" was a mass of purple energy, covered with dense cracks in its flesh and bones, and even lacked a left arm.
Threads of blood qi were repairing and filling those cracks, but the speed was very slow, and the degree of repair was very weak, unable to achieve complete restoration.
"Alas, it still seems impossible!"
Luo Xiu suddenly sighed, opened his eyes, decisively ending the inner vision with his Divine Sense.
Whenever he saw the condition of his Taoist Body, he felt gutted and heartbroken, finding it unbearable to look at.
