Five balls of life fire burned in Saintly Star's body, shocking the heavens and the earth. It was as though there was a starry sky in his body that had transformed into a sea of fire.
Beside him, the eight Nascent Soul cultivators of the Soaring Cloud Sword Sect were meditating with their eyes closed.
During this period of time, they had spent a lot of effort to help Saintly Star suppress the poison.
That poison was too special, causing them to be extremely wary.
Even the Soaring Cloud Ancestor's eyes were filled with fatigue. In order to plant the Alliance Leader's Golden Crow in his grandson's body, he had truly done everything he could. Now that he saw that his grandson had recovered, his expression was filled with relief.
"Yun'er, what are you going to do next? Step into the Golden Core Realm?"
