In the warm sunshine, Mu Yu felt the power gradually returning to his body. It was a long-lost, familiar yet unfamiliar feeling, as if the lost part of himself was slowly being recovered. His consciousness penetrated into every corner of his body, feeling the flow of power. It was like the rising sun, soft and full of vitality.
His heart was filled with joy and expectation. This was the power he once had, the elemental power that controlled his body. He once lost it, and the feeling of helplessness and loss enveloped him like a huge shadow. But now, that power has returned again, lighting up the light of hope in his heart.
He began to adapt to this force, like a helmsman to the waves of the ocean. He learns to control it, to guide it rather than be led by it. He felt connected to this force, as if it had become a part of him, a force he could trust and rely on.
As time went by, Mu Yu gradually mastered this power, and he began to use it to strengthen his body and improve his abilities. He is no longer an ordinary person, he has become the kind of existence he once dreamed of. He returned to his body again and regained his own strength.
Previously, Mu Yu's body was eroded by the power of destruction, as fragile as autumn leaves swaying in the strong wind. The body that was once full of vitality was now distorted by pain, becoming dilapidated and weak. His skin was like bronze eroded by time, losing its luster, dry and wrinkled. His bones were like dead branches scorched by fire, fragile and twisted.
A powerful force surged in his body. It was the power of yin and yang. It was violent and chaotic, like a scourge, rushing through Mu Yu's body and destroying everything. However, this force is not simply destroying, it is more like transforming and integrating. This is a painful suffering, but also a possibility of new life.
His body was so damaged by the power of destruction that it was almost unrecognizable, but his soul was still as bright as a star. That was the light that Luo, Xi and Qilin fought hard to protect. They used their powerful divine power to protect Mu Yu's soul tightly, preventing him from falling into endless nothingness. Their powers intertwined into an invisible net, pulling Mu Yu's soul back from the brink of destruction.
Their power competes with the power of yin and yang. It is a battle between protection and destruction. This is a difficult waiting, waiting for new life to emerge from the old shell. Waiting for the birth of a new way of being.
Although Mu Yu's body is dilapidated, his soul is tenacious. That was his last hope and the last persistence of Luo, Xi and Qilin. Under their protection, Mu Yu's soul struggled in pain, like a phoenix in the fire, never giving up.
Over the past two years or so, Mu Yu's physical body has gone through an arduous repair process. He was immersed in pain, and every repair was like sewing rags with needle and thread. Although it was difficult, he persisted. His physical body is no longer the fragile body it once was, but is reborn from the ashes, a stronger and more powerful one.
What's special is that the power of destruction in his body has played a wonderful role in the past two years. That power was originally the culprit that destroyed his body, but now it became the nutrient that nourished his body. It was like the stars at night, illuminating his path of cultivation, and more like an invisible pusher, pushing him to the peak of death.
The peak of death is the highest state of cultivation, a height that countless practitioners cannot reach in their lifetime. However, during the past two years, Mu Yu's body was filled with power. He felt like a fireball about to explode, full of strength and enthusiasm. Every cell in his body is singing and celebrating his new life. His power is like a huge wave in the ocean, one wave after another, never ending.
The power of thunder in Mu Yu's body began to pulse, like a star about to explode, containing endless energy. It was a destructive power, a power that could turn everything into nothingness. It surged through Mu Yu's body, filling every cell of his body with endless power.
The breath of destructive power is like a storm in the dark night, violent and cold, with a determination to destroy everything. It was like a dark red flame, racing through Mu Yu's body, bringing a powerful sense of power and majesty. This power is like a wild beast waiting to be unleashed.
With the blessing of the power of destruction, the power of thunder in Mu Yu's body became even more powerful. What was originally just a weak current is now like a silver dragon, writhing and dancing in the body. Their power is growing, their majesty is rising, and their sense of power leaves deep traces in every cell.
Every beat of thunder power is like a preview of destruction. That kind of power makes people feel both fear and awe. This is an irresistible force, an irresistible temptation. Mu Yu could feel his body changing, which was an improvement in strength and majesty.
His body seemed to have turned into the center of a huge storm, with the power of destruction and the power of thunder intertwined to form a huge energy vortex. This kind of power made him feel as if he had become the master of the world, and that powerful feeling filled him with confidence and determination. He knows that whenever and wherever he wants, he has the ability to change the world.
Mu Yu's consciousness quietly returned to her body. Her thoughts were like a wisp of smoke, slowly drifting back to reality. In the past two years, her soul seemed to be wandering in an endless dream, and now she finally found her way back.
Her eyes opened slightly, and dazzling light instantly fell on her pupils. She blinked, adjusting to the sudden light. This is a whole new world, full of unknowns and surprises. Her consciousness gradually became clearer and she began to perceive everything around her.
She smelled the fragrance of green grass and felt the warmth of the breeze blowing on her cheeks. She heard the cheerful singing of birds on the branches and the neighing of cattle and sheep in the distance. These voices were like long-lost old friends, filling her heart with familiarity and kindness.
Mu Yu moved his hands slightly and felt the blood rushing under his skin. Her fingers curled slightly, as if embracing the world. She felt her heartbeat, and the steady and powerful rhythm convinced her that she had returned to reality.
Her consciousness traveled throughout her body, spreading from her fingertips to every inch of her skin.
