Seventy-two cycles of time later, the aurora swept across as promised.
This time, Yan Ao did not draw Zhao Xing back into his body.
After the aurora passed, Yan Ao asked Zhao Xing, “How do you feel?”
Zhao Xing’s true spirit still couldn’t fully capture the aurora that reflected the Divine Nine Marsh God, so he said, “No special feeling — I just saw a flash of light.”
Yan Ao looked over at Bowen and asked, “Is there still danger here?”
Bowen nodded, “Yes. The aurora mirrors the Divine Nine Marsh God and preserves some of its divine realm’s power. We are fine when we see it, but when Zhao Xing sees it, his true spirit will be impacted.”
“But this is also precisely a beneficial moment for his cultivation.”
Yan Ao nodded slightly.
Danger and opportunity coexist; to completely avoid danger is to reject opportunity.
Bowen glanced at Zhao Xing, “There is another way to minimize the danger while allowing Zhao Xing to gain this chance.”
“No need.” Yan Ao and Lu Ya spoke together, rejecting Bowen’s suggestion.
Bowen said no more and silently returned to the inner world of Zhao Xing’s body.