Shen Luo slowly opened his eyes, and the ceiling of the Putuo Mountain guest room came into view. His internal organs ached slightly, and he had obviously returned to reality.
He lay on the bed for a long time before slowly sitting up.
This dream experience made him feel even more depressed. When the devil's calamity came, no force, even if there was a powerful force behind them to help, could escape. They could only rely on themselves.
Shen Luo quickly shook his head, stopped thinking about the dream, and sat cross-legged in the bed.
The external injuries on his bones and muscles had long been healed by Nie Caizhu using willow branches, but the damage caused to his internal organs by the Nine Heavens Spiritual Secret Technique was too great. He needed to recuperate quietly and it would not be easy to recover completely.
He did not take out the healing pill and take it. It was a life-saving pill and there was not much left, so it had to be saved for the critical moment.
After Shen Luo closed his eyes and sat quietly for a while, he urged his mind to practice an unknown martial art.
A layer of blue light appeared on his body, but unlike before, these blue lights were in the form of silk threads, emerging from the Dantian, and dispersed into the acupuncture points of the limbs and head, then passing through various meridians and internal organs, and finally flowing back to the Dantian.
At this moment, his body surface looked like it was covered with a layer of blue cocoon, with streams of blue light rotating on it.
This time in the dream, his cultivation broke through the Taiyi realm, and he has completely mastered the Seventy-Two Transformations. His comprehension of Taoist practice has also reached a new level. With the help of dream experience, his comprehension of the nameless technique has also reached an unprecedented level.
This method of treatment is exactly what he created by integrating the Seventy-two Transformations, Huangting Sutra, and the Secret Book of Body Refining.
While thinking, the blue light on Shen Luo's body flowed rapidly. With every circle, the injuries in his body would heal a little bit.
After just one day and one night, the paleness on his face had disappeared, his rosy complexion had completely returned, and his internal injuries had mostly healed.
At this moment, a sharp whistle was heard, and the blue light on Shen Luo's body fluctuated for a while, then quickly dissipated, and he opened his eyes.
I saw a ball of white light flying in the room, it turned out to be a sound transmission note.
"Caizhu or Bai Xiaotian?" He raised his hand and sucked the sound transmission talisman over. He scanned it with his spiritual sense, raised his eyebrows, and stood up and walked out.
In the living room, two figures were standing there. One of them was unknown, but judging by his clothes, he was a disciple from Mount Putuo. The other one was tall, but he was a black bear demon.
However, Bai Xiaotian and Nie Caizhu were not here. It seemed that they had returned to their respective residences.
"Senior Protector, why did you come here in person? Please take a seat." Shen Luo said enthusiastically.
"Mr. Shen, you are too polite. It seems that your complexion has almost recovered. That's good. If you have any chronic illness left because of the Nine Heavens Secret Art, I will blame myself." The black bear looked at Shen Luo, concealed the surprise in his eyes, and smiled.
"Thank you for your concern, Senior Protector." Shen Luo also said with a smile.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the three of them sat down.
"We are all grateful to you for your efforts in this disaster at Mount Putuo. I came here today on the orders of the sect leader to bring you some gifts of thanks. I hope you, Shen, don't refuse." said the black bear demon.
Shen Luo was stunned for a moment, then he recalled that Fairy Qinglian seemed to have said this after they defeated the demons. However, he had almost forgotten it because he was dreaming.