THE PALACES OF THE TWELVE SACRED BEASTS

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Chapter 51: Palace of Egoism

The waters started swirling around from the bottom, creating big waves on the surface. The splashes of water began raining down from the impact, yet Qian Lü's surrounding was unaffected.

Silver glow glistened from the palm above Gu Ting Yu's heart. Qian Lü raised his head, pressing his thin lips together.

The human's physique was way too weakened; as time went on, the body would be crushed because of the inability to completely accommodate Ming Lei's powers.

Currently, the five volcanic stone statues which were carved with incantation markings were only temporarily suppressing Ming Lei's rampage inside the human's body.

The healing technique which was used to support the primordial spirit was the [Spirit Binding Technique].

By depending solely on this unique technique, Qian Lü had been able to retrieve lost souls from the hell gates numerous times.

"For now, I shall let you live." Qian Lü panted lightly as fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The Spirit Binding Technique was a form of medium binding a soul to a dead body. However, the actual process of making a human regain full consciousness again required more work than that.

In this land full of vitality and magic, the name [Xue Lian Insect] made people fear and yearn for it.

The Xue Lian Insect was the corresponding opposite of the Yuan Ming Flower.

The Yuan Ming Flower bloomed on the land where the Evil Source dissipated; the only living beings that could go near them were the Sacred Beasts who lived within the palaces. The surroundings were filled with deadly venom, and its dew could provide a huge amount of life force to anyone who drank it.

The Xue Lian Worm had originated from an isolated island on the extreme end of the northern countries, where a high amount of snow blanketed the land all year long. The size of it was not bigger than that of a person's thumb. It was snow-white in color and was hard to locate, since it buried itself deep within the snow. Legends said that the blood of the Xue Lian Worm would change itself according to the surrounding temperature.

Only if its blood was clear of all impurities, would it truly be a rare form of a life-saving remedy. Otherwise, if the blood was contaminated with even the slightest redness, it would cause the patient unimaginable pain and they'd die from its poison, since there was no cure for it.

Qian Lü carried the unconscious Gu Ting Yu and placed him deep in the bamboo forest that was covered in purplish fog.

The source of the fog was the thousand-year-old bamboo which was deep purple in color.

Qian Lü split open the purple bamboo with his palm, and the bamboo leaves swayed, falling onto the ground. The thousand-year-old purple bamboo that had absorbed the spirit of the clear spring now released clear, sweet, icy-cold spring water. It flowed out from the opening. At the bottom of the emptied bamboo, there was a tiny white creature, clinging onto the stem.

And there was the Xue Lian Worm which would determine the life or death of the human.

"I'm feeding you the Xue Lian Worm that I've been raising for a thousand years," he leaned forward and took it into his mouth. After adapting to its naturally cold physique, Qian Lü supported Gu Ting Yu in his arms, then leaned his thin lips onto his, "...so you better spit out Ming Lei for me."

Their lips touched as they shared the same breath. Qian Lü's light scent lingered on their connected lips, as the Xue Lian Worm slowly slipped into Gu Ting Yu's throat.