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He slapped Yu Yuan's shoulder with a smack.

A muffled grunt could be heard.

Countless mana and spiritual energy leaked out.

Yu Yuan spat out blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He stared blankly at Yu Xian, unable to hold back his tears, and two lines of clear tears streamed down his face.

"My Nascent Soul, shattered?!"

Yu Xian gently reminded him, "Not just the Nascent Soul, oh."

Yu Yuan sensed again.

That was right, not just the Nascent Soul.

His Dantian had shattered too, his meridians were blocked, not a drop of mana left, and now all that was left to him was a body riddled with holes.

Yu Xian said with a smile, "Ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, once their Nascent Soul shatters, will naturally perish along with their cultivation, but you are different. Your master has returned your Nascent Soul to its origin, dispersing it into your limbs and bones, building a solid foundation for you once more.