On the edges of the Abyss of Buried Gods, mist rolled and billowed like a light gauze, ethereal and illusory. These mists seemed to be the remnants left behind after the collapse of time rifts, vibrating slightly in the air and radiating an unsettling aura.
Hu Yuan and his party finally succeeded in escaping from the Abyss of Buried Gods, bringing Hu Shouzhen safely out with them. Clear exhaustion marked every face, yet their eyes betrayed a joy and determination born of surviving a near-death ordeal.
Hu Shouzhen's injuries were not light, but his spirits were fairly good. He sat upon a boulder, eyes half-closed, regulating his breathing. Xiaoling bustled about nearby, plucking spirit plants and spirit fruits suited to healing injuries and restoring the soul, guided by the state of Hu Shouzhen's wounds.
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