In the Sun Bead Lesser World, spiritual mist hung like a thin veil, wrapping the realm in a dreamlike, serene, and mysterious atmosphere. Hu Yuan gently guided the final Nine-Turn Life-Prolonging Pill into Long Xianxiong's mouth. The pill instantly transformed into a stream of golden light, shooting like a falling star across the night sky as it slipped silently down his throat. That breathtaking sight seemed to mirror his deep-seated hopes and anxieties for his uncle.
The halo of the Chaos Purifying Lotus gently enveloped the sleeping dragon's body, resembling a merciful mother nature soothing an injured and exhausted child with her endless radiance. At the site of the festering wounds, emerald Dragon Scales grew slowly yet resiliently, vibrant with life like the resurgence of all things in spring. Yet, between Long Xianxiong's brows, a furrow had gathered into a dense pall of black Qi, heavy as a gathering storm cloud that sent a chill through anyone who beheld it—a testament to the unyielding and terrifying nature of the Star-Devouring Curse.
"Yuan'er, take a break," Long Xianjun said, a trace of imperceptible tremor in his voice as he gently pressed down on his son's trembling wrist, his grip filled with profound tenderness. He knew Hu Yuan had spent seven days and seven nights continuously refining pills; no matter how powerful one's Hunyuan Spiritual Root might be, enduring such endless depletion of energy and pain was nearly impossible.
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