Thinking about it, Ling Chuxi shuddered. She had narrowly escaped death. Standing tall above the waves, Cang Yuan's sturdy figure started to fade, leaving behind a light shadow that was hard to see.
"I will leave now. He should be able to survive for half a year. If the time comes and not enough Ink Jade Crystals can be found to awaken me, he will be beyond salvation," Cang Yuan's voice murmured by her ear, and then his figure disappeared as he fell into a deep sleep.
Duan Xiaomo's mind ocean became calm once again. Those grids that were destroying his mind still remained, but they were much weaker than before, and some places had even started to break apart.
When she opened her eyes, Ling Chuxi realized that her entire body was drenched in sweat. Just now when she had entered Duan Xiaomo's mind, she did not notice any oddities, but now she knew that the Celestial Core had also left quite an impact on her own mind.