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Chapter 72: Returning to His Side A brilliant golden sun rose up from between the sea of clouds, its gentle warmth seeping into his cold body, driving off the faint, lingering chill that kept seeping through his spiritual sea. Chen Moqing lowered his eyes, and saw his own faintly glowing, ice-cold body—his physical form utterly destroyed now, reduced entirely to a state of pure spirit. His whole cultivation had scattered away like flowing water, plummeting all the way back down to early Qi Refinement. Once again, all his past cultivation had come to naught, and yet he felt no discouragement at this—instead, a quiet, unexpected joy rose up within him. So long as he could survive, there was still hope; he still stood upon the path of climbing toward the great Dao. "Young friend, your journey has carried you far, why not sit a while, and have a cup of tea first?" The gentle voice drifted into his ear; Chen Moqing raised his head, and found the crane-robed old man before him stil...