After the great battle, Qin Ming felt his fatigue vanish like a cloud dissipating after a storm. It was as if he had taken a restorative pill; his languid spirit was instantly revived. Even though he bore injuries, bleeding from multiple wounds, it was clear to see that he radiated renewed vitality.
"What a wonderful place!" he exclaimed, the pain in his body somehow less intense.
The stone door behind the two gradually closed, but the inside of the Mountain and River Spirit Nest was far from dark, as spiritual light surged up from the earth’s veins.
Although there were stone tables and bronze lamps within the Nest, the overall formation was natural.
In front of them lay a small pool, within which two types of spiritual light entwined with each other, like two fish chasing one another.
A crack in the Spirit Nest spewed forth mist, resembling a giant tree, with rays of light scattering down like falling leaves.
The Spirit Nest was not more than a hundred square meters, its stone walls displaying strange patterns. Upon closer inspection, one could see natural cloud-like designs, some even resembling characters.
Li Qingyue spoke, "The characters formed from natural patterns are something outsiders nearly always seek to replicate. One can gain insights into extraordinary power from them."