An hour later.
The jade door of the secret chamber slowly opened, and Shen Xuan and Wen Ruyu emerged side by side.
At this moment, Wen Ruyu was a completely different person compared to when he went in earlier.
At that time, his aura was weak, his complexion pale, and his breathing unstable.
Now, Wen Ruyu's complexion had regained its rosiness, his eyes were lively again, and his aura was somewhat stable.
Clearly, he had not yet removed all the Primordial Magnetic Evil Light, but the pain that clung to his bones like a jinx had eased considerably, bringing a long-lost sense of relief.
There was an uncontrollable hint of joy between Wen Ruyu's brows.
Wang Zuhua, who had been anxiously waiting outside, immediately approached.
"Senior Brother Wen, how is it going?"
Wen Ruyu smiled faintly: "Fellow Daoist Shen is exceptionally skilled, bringing the dead back to life; it won't be long before the Primordial Magnetic Evil Light within me is completely eradicated."
