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It took some time, but Yang Kai finally managed to reseal the demonic energy throughout his body and return to normal.
The process, however, had completely drained the sealing power that the Azure Tree had painstakingly accumulated. In the herb garden of the Small World, the Azure Tree no longer displayed any gold or silver hues. Instead, it looked rather withered — clearly a result of Yang Kai having drawn too much of its power earlier.
With a faint sigh, Yang Kai reached out and produced a jade bottle. Inside, a droplet of liquid that resembled mercury rolled slowly about.
Divine Primordial Water! A treasure Yang Kai had only recently traded for with an Emperor Realm powerhouse who had gone to the Azure Sun Divine Temple for an investiture ceremony. He hadn't expected it would come in useful so soon.
Divine Primordial Water could stimulate the growth of spirit plants, drastically shortening their maturation period. However, it was exceedingly rare and of immense value — few people ever managed to obtain any. With the Azure Tree's sealing power depleted, Yang Kai had to plan ahead and use this water to replenish its consumption.
Otherwise, if he was forced to enter a demonic state again, he would have no residual sealing power left to pull himself back from the brink.
Through his repeated episodes of demonic transformation, Yang Kai had come to realize that each time required more sealing power than the last.
By his estimation, he could probably endure only two or three more episodes at most before the ancient demonic qi within him could no longer be sealed at all. When that time came, he might very well be lost to the demonic state forever, his mind beyond recovery.
Perhaps… the Dragon Transformation Secret Art could serve as a delaying measure. During this most recent episode, he had maintained the Dragon Transformation alongside it, and his mind had been considerably clearer than during the previous two occasions. The Dragon Transformation Secret Art evidently exerted some suppressive effect on demonic corruption — at the very least, it could help him retain his consciousness.
Should he call Zhu Qing back and accompany her to Dragon Island? Dragon Island harbored vast quantities of Dragon Blood Flowers. If gathered and refined into Dragon Blood Pills, they could help him perfect the Dragon Transformation Secret Art.
But Zhu Qing had gone to the Northern Frozen Wastes. There had been no word since — whether she was alive or dead, he had no idea.
He shook his head, setting those thoughts aside, and checked his condition once more.
His physical body was in no great trouble. With the demonic qi crisis resolved, he was merely a bit weak — a few days of rest would see him fully recovered.
It was the damage to his spiritual soul that gave Yang Kai a genuine fright.
Within the Thousand Illusion Dream Realm, everything he had experienced had been nothing more than illusion. Yet his soul had participated in it directly, and in that hyper-realistic environment, Yang Kai had entirely forgotten his true identity, believing himself to be Wu Niu.
Every injury Wu Niu had suffered had been reflected directly upon his soul.
The titanic battle against Mo Duo had already wounded him badly enough. Being struck at the final moment by the Great Demon God's distant attack — an impact that nearly shattered his soul to pieces — had been an experience beyond imagination. Yang Kai seriously doubted that without the Seven-Colored Warm Spirit Lotus protecting him, he would have truly perished inside that illusion.
It was the Seven-Colored Warm Spirit Lotus, this supreme treasure of heaven and earth, that had preserved his soul and allowed him to return to reality. Had anyone else suffered the same fate, they would almost certainly never have awakened.
All illusion realms possessed the ability to blur the line between real and false — to say nothing of a top-tier secret realm like the Thousand Illusion Dream Realm.
Only now did a wave of belated dread wash over Yang Kai. At the same time, an indescribable exhaustion swept through him, so heavy that he wanted nothing more than to collapse and sleep.
But he at least remembered that this was someone else's territory. He had spent over two full years inside the Five-Colored Pagoda, completely breaking his agreement with the Star Soul Palace. He had no idea what kind of questioning awaited him once he stepped out.
He opened his palm. The butterfly-shaped key was still resting there. Its cool touch confirmed to Yang Kai that everything he had experienced had not been a dream — it had truly happened.
Die had transformed into a butterfly right before his eyes, and then became this very key.
He called out softly, but received no response.
Within the illusion, Die had been vivid and alive. Now she had become a cold, lifeless object, devoid of any spirit. Yang Kai couldn't even discern anything remarkable about it. The butterfly key in his hand looked like something one might find at a street stall — novel in shape, perhaps, but otherwise unremarkable.
Still, this was a secret realm! With it, Lingxiao Palace's future development would flourish.
Yang Kai gripped the key and stored it away in his Small World.
He rose slowly to his feet and looked around. Only then did he realize he appeared to be inside a grand hall that looked somewhat familiar. The hall was entirely empty — the only feature was a softly glowing doorway standing not far away. After thinking hard for a moment, Yang Kai still couldn't recall when he had ever been to this place.
The softly glowing doorway, however, was most likely the exit.
He drew a deep breath, then unsteadily made his way forward.