After a while, he flew directly into the underground of Burning Incense Valley.
Upon entering, he passed through row after row of empty stone pillars and arrived in front of a stone platform.
On it, a Daoist sat cross-legged.
By his side, strands of blue flames steamed, expanding and contracting intermittently.
With the continuous expansion and contraction, his weak breath was also steadily recovering.
Hearing the noise, he slowly opened his eyes.
"Senior Brother Qin!"
Qin Tairan hummed in acknowledgment, looking at him with concern, "Junior Brother Xuyang, how are your injuries?"
Ascendant Master Xuyang sighed, and with finger like a sword surrounded by blue flames, he plunged it into his own chest in front of Qin Tairan.
Then, with a fierce expression, he forcibly pulled out a silver thread from inside his body.
Whew!
After pulling it out, he took a long breath.
"With the aid of the Prosperity and Decline Fire, my injuries are continuously recovering."