What met his eyes was a moist pink glow and crystal clear walls. Fang Yuan was dazed for a moment before realizing he had already returned to the Fox Immortal Blessed Land from the Northern Plains through the Star Gate.
However, his trip to the Northern Plains was mentally exhausting and extremely perilous, a narrow escape from death. Even with his Six-Armed Heavenly Corpse body, Fang Yuan's heart was filled with fatigue.
After returning to the Fox Immortal Blessed Land, he made some simple arrangements and then fell headfirst into a deep sleep.
He slept for who knows how long before he finally woke up slowly.
He was too tired. Even now, Fang Yuan just wanted to lie down and not get up.
*My body is already filled with death qi, completely transformed into a zombie. **It does not know fatigue. But my soul is my original soul; it has its limits and can be damaged.*
A thought flashed through his mind, and Fang Yuan slowly sat up.
His heart was at peace, giving him a refreshing feeling.
Sleep also had the effect of calming and nurturing the soul.
Fang Yuan spat out a mouthful of turbid air and stretched his limbs slightly. He felt as if his whole body was rusty, giving him a heavy and sluggish feeling.
He was not surprised. He knew this was a side effect of using the killing move, Ten Thousand I—his soul had been greatly exhausted. Thus, controlling such a powerful zombie body proved difficult.
"Where is the Land Spirit?" Fang Yuan asked. His voice had become very hoarse and unpleasant, like the harsh grinding of gravel and ice, leaving a dry and icy feeling.
"Master!" the next moment, the Land Spirit, Little Fox Immortal, sounded in Fang Yuan's ears.
Her voice was still sweet and lovely, but now it was laced with worry and sadness.
Fang Yuan turned his head. He saw Little Fox Immortal with reddened eyes, appearing at his left side.
"How long was I asleep?" Fang Yuan nodded and asked.
"Master, you have been asleep for two days and three nights," Little Fox Immortal replied.
Fang Yuan was startled for a moment. Two days and three nights was the time within the Fox Immortal Blessed Land. Five days in the Fox Immortal Blessed Land equaled one day in the outside world. This meant that from the moment Fang Yuan left the Great Unity Wind Curtain until now, less than a day had passed in the Northern Plains.
Fang Yuan felt at ease.
He hadn't overslept. He had previously discussed and confirmed a temporary cooperation with Black Loulan, and soon, he would have to return to the Northern Plains.
Little Fox Immortal saw Fang Yuan lost in thought. Thinking he was feeling sad, she opened her mouth to comfort him: "Master, Master, don't be sad. You've turned into this, and it's very ugly, but there must be a way to turn you back. I believe that one day, Master, you will become your original self again. Master, you must cheer up!"
Fang Yuan was speechless, and smiled, reaching out an arm to pat Little Fox Immortal's little head.
Little Fox Immortal tried to dodge, but ultimately allowed Fang Yuan's terrifying zombie hand to rest on her head.
She lowered her head and said nothing.
Fang Yuan gently rubbed her head, and Little Fox Immortal finally couldn't hold it in, bursting into tears: "Master! Your palm is cold, but I still really like it!"
After saying this, she tightly hugged Fang Yuan's thigh and sobbed.
Little Fox Immortal was still so cute, like a five or six-year-old girl, innocent and delicate. She wore a colorful dress, and her snow-white fox tail drooped on the ground, revealing her disappointment.
A Land Spirit is formed by obsession combined with the great power of heaven and earth. Unlike a will, it cannot lie.
Everything Little Fox Immortal said was straightforward truth.
Fang Yuan's face was calm. He didn't speak, only slightly retracted the fangs protruding from his lips, and his strokes on Little Fox Immortal's head became even softer.
He diverted his mind to look inward.
The first aperture was deathly silent. Inside, there was not a trace of primeval essence, only Fang Yuan's first natal Gu.
The originally glistening crystal-violet aperture walls had turned into gray stone. The stone walls were covered in tiny cracks. The culprit for this damage was the Spring Autumn Cicada in the center of the aperture.
The Spring Autumn Cicada's body flickered between cyan and yellow, and the surging aura of a Rank Six Immortal Gu filled the entire aperture.
If this was the original peak Rank Five aperture, it would probably have burst. But since the aperture was now dead, it was better able to withstand the pressure of the Immortal Gu. Although it did have its limits, it was still a long way off.
At the same time, Fang Yuan noticed that the aperture was completely dry, unable to produce any more primeval essence.