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Moyun Jue quickly approached Baili Hongzhuang, reaching her side in no time. However, Baili Hongzhuang's brows furrowed gradually as she believed that Moyun Jue's injuries couldn't have completely healed within ten days. Considering his condition, the immense pressure he had endured from the forty-first level to the ninetieth level could potentially worsen his wounds.

"You haven't fully recovered from your injuries, and suddenly bearing such tremendous pressure could pose hidden risks to your future cultivation," Baili Hongzhuang said, looking at Moyun Jue with confusion. She believed that someone as capable as him would understand these concerns, so why did he rush ahead so recklessly?

"Are you worried about me?" Moyun Jue's smile grew wider in response to Baili Hongzhuang's mix of dissatisfaction and concern.

Seeing his reaction, Baili Hongzhuang glared at him. "Even at a time like this, you still have the mood to joke around. Your body is your own, and if something goes wrong, you'll surely regret it."

Based on her judgment, Moyun Jue's talent for cultivation was undoubtedly exceptional, and he would likely become an outstanding cultivator in the Saint Xuan Continent. It would be a pity if his future was jeopardized due to avoidable problems.

Observing Baili Hongzhuang's response, Moyun Jue's smile remained on his face. "Don't worry, my injuries are no longer a problem."

Baili Hongzhuang looked at Moyun Jue with skepticism. "Really? Considering the severity of your injuries, it's unlikely for them to heal so quickly."

Moyun Jue nodded with a smile, his voice exuding a convincing power. "You've overlooked one thing. For someone like me who is accustomed to getting injured, the healing speed of wounds is faster than ordinary cultivators."

As Moyun Jue's words fell, Baili Hongzhuang paused for a moment, a pensive look appearing in her eyes.

Just as Moyun Jue had said, some cultivators who frequently suffered injuries had faster wound healing than ordinary practitioners due to their body's adaptability.

Recalling the numerous wounds on Moyun Jue's body, Baili Hongzhuang understood this point.

"Nevertheless, you still need to be cautious. If you can't handle it, then cultivate in your current position," Baili Hongzhuang advised.

"I understand." Moyun Jue smiled faintly and promptly sat down beside Baili Hongzhuang.

"I never expected the elemental power on the ninetieth level to be so abundant. If I could cultivate here on a regular basis, my cultivation speed would surpass that of ordinary practitioners," Moyun Jue remarked, even someone as knowledgeable as him was surprised by the current state of the Heavenly Stairway.

Not only that, he couldn't fathom why the elemental power on this stairway was so dense. It was far beyond his expectations.

"At this level, the master of the ruins must be an extraordinary being, employing methods that ordinary people cannot comprehend," Baili Hongzhuang nodded slightly.

"Indeed," Moyun Jue's deep voice carried a tinge of sigh. These methods employed by the powerful beings were beyond their complete understanding.

"I believe the ultimate inheritance of the master of the ruins must be on the top level," Moyun Jue's gaze fell upon the coffin. Although it was strange to have a coffin placed at the top, it was the only possibility.

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