The Monks Enter the Border

Accompanied by layers of mysterious runes flowing and spreading like misty dust across the vast wasteland, they began to disperse and recede.

And within this ancient and extremely dark wasteland, a glimmer of hope emerged.

Under the joint efforts of the six Monks, Jian Wushuang's condition began to stabilize.

The divine blood no longer gushed forth, and the shattered meridians started to rapidly mend.

The Undying and Imperishable Immortal Body was already an unparalleled and heaven-defying constitution, and after receiving their care, it was recovering rapidly.

The elderly Monk known as the Grandmaster, who was wise from his countless years of age, couldn't help but be amazed when he saw the terrifying speed of his recovery.

Not long ago, he had felt that Jian Wushuang, who had fallen into a coma, was no different from a corpse, with no trace of life left. His body had been reduced to powder, and even his Immortal Source had disappeared.