However, although Yun Ya’s life force had begun to recover, the speed was far slower than she had imagined. Especially the heart in his chest cavity, which was like a bottomless pit, each beat absorbing large amounts of essence power.

Of these two drops of flesh essence, more than eighty percent of their effectiveness would be consumed by it.

Fortunately, before all the efficacy was gone, the demands from the heart meridian gradually decreased. It seemed as if this big eater was finally getting full.

The light outside the window gradually dimmed, and Feng Miaojun knew it was almost dark outside.

But Yun Ya had not woken up.

“Yun Ya,” she pressed tightly against his body, and seeing no response, she patted his face.

Too gentle. She added a bit more force to her hand.

This time, his long eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if uncomfortable, or as if troubled by something. But just like that, his face returned to calmness.

“This is bad,” Feng Miaojun murmured. For cultivators like them, consciousness could never be as scattered as ordinary people’s. Severe injuries might cause unconsciousness, but after the body’s vitality recovers, one should wake up.

In other words, the fact that Yun Ya still couldn’t regain consciousness was likely due to problems with his soul. This wasn’t surprising; inside a violently erupting volcano, anything could happen. Besides, Yun Ya was facing a huge unknown variable at that time, which was the King of Yan.

For most cultivators today, since they didn’t need to refine their souls, many didn’t even understand their own souls and sea of consciousness deeply. This was particularly different from the immortal cultivators of ancient times. Therefore, cultivators generally didn’t have good treatment methods for soul injuries; the commonly used approach was to remain in deep sleep, allowing natural recovery.

Fortunately, Feng Miaojun wasn’t completely helpless. In the Celestial Demon Secret Scroll, she practiced, at least half of the content focused on how to temper one’s soul, along with various unique techniques.

In an instant, she had an idea. But the thought was too crazy; normal cultivators would never adopt it.

However, besides this, there seemed to be no other way.

Feng Miaojun pondered for a few breaths before making up her mind. She returned to the courtyard, gave the King of Wei and others thorough instructions to ensure security, then came back, removed her clothes and shoes, and lay face-to-face with Yun Ya, holding him tightly.

“I’m here to help you, Yun Ya,” she whispered in his ear. “If you can hear me, don’t be too hard on me.”

Attempting such divine powers for the first time, she was still somewhat anxious, taking a deep breath before closing her eyes.

Soon after, wisps of white smoke flowed out from her seven apertures, quickly gathering together to form a tiny figure. The facial features and body shape were identical to Feng Miaojun’s, just dozens of times smaller.

Her primordial spirit had left her body.

Without further hesitation, she zipped into Yun Ya’s ear like a wisp of smoke.

Yes, since Yun Ya’s divine consciousness was sunk in the deepest part of his consciousness, the most direct and effective method she could think of was to personally enter Yun Ya’s sea of consciousness to awaken him.

However, doing this was a major taboo in cultivation.

A cultivator’s sea of consciousness varied greatly, all being virtual worlds evolved according to the principles of heaven and earth that the owner had comprehended. Even if it was just a pool of water, the laws contained within were completely different from the mortal world.

Simply put, the rules of reality didn’t apply there. Rashly entering someone else’s sea of consciousness would result in getting lost at best, or perishing at worst, with little chance of a good outcome.

Unless one was at death’s door and wanted to seize the body, almost no cultivator nowadays would dare to do so.

But Feng Miaojun had no other choice, and could only try her best.

Besides, she also had her confidence.

What would Yun Ya’s sea of consciousness look like? Since she had made up her mind to force her way through, she was also curious. However, as soon as her soul entered, she didn’t see anything that could be called a “sea,” but instead found herself in a dim alley. She looked around, not knowing where she had entered from because there were paths in all directions—front, back, left, and right.

This was a crossroads.

The alley was narrow, allowing at most three people to pass through, with black walls of unknown material. This wasn’t the real world, so each alley was completely identical in width and height.

Feng Miaojun walked forward along the alley, and after two hundred and fifty steps, she reached the next crossroads.

She thought for a moment and decided to follow the principle of “always turn right” going forward. But before taking a step, she casually made a mark on the wall.

One intersection, then another, followed by yet another… She walked for a full quarter of an hour, her brows slightly furrowed, her pace getting slower and slower. The distance between every two intersections was the same, two hundred and fifty steps.

Every intersection was a “cross” shape, with no second type. At each intersection she passed, she would make a mark.

Logically, since the maze was so square, and she always turned right, she should return to her starting point after at most a dozen turns.

However, that didn’t happen.

Feng Miaojun had observed; that every intersection she passed through was brand new.

In other words, this was an infinitely expanding labyrinth. And the reason she never encountered an intersection she had passed before was very likely because… Feng Miaojun crouched down, feeling the ground for a while, then took out her water flask and poured most of the clear water onto the ground, forming a shallow puddle.

Of course, in someone’s consciousness world, this clear water wasn’t real either; it was just something she had visualized to assist herself.

At this moment, she hoped to use the properties of water.

Under her watchful gaze, the clear water fell to the ground and then began to flow… flowing forward.

Indeed, she nodded gently.

The water didn’t flow fast, but it was enough to show that the ground wasn’t level, and even had a considerable slope. The so-called “flat ground” was just her illusion.

It turned out she had been walking downhill all along. The paths ahead and behind only differed in being upper or lower levels, but would never intersect or overlap. So this seemingly horizontal maze had her constantly descending as if walking in a spiral corridor.

This wasn’t fun at all. Feng Miaojun knew that this labyrinth was likely open-ended; she could walk here for a hundred years and never reach the end.

Perhaps this was the barrier in Yun Ya’s sea of consciousness against outside intruders. Unlike ordinary people, cultivators’ seas of consciousness weren’t without protection. The means to isolate from the outside world and resist invasion were diverse, could be an impenetrable gate, mountains of knives, seas of fire, or vats of oil… as long as the owner of the sea of consciousness could conceive it and accomplish it, nothing was impossible.

After all, this wasn’t the real world.

It seemed that Yun Ya hadn’t erected a gate in his sea of consciousness, but instead used an endless labyrinth to isolate the inside from the outside. Having come this far, she couldn’t help but admire this man’s cunning. If other defensive measures were adopted, intruders with no way in might turn around and return the way they came, escaping the sea of consciousness. But the method Yun Ya used was to keep the intruder here, never finding a way out, so that he, the owner, could deal with them at his leisure.

Only now, the one he had confounded was Feng Miaojun.

Only by successfully passing through this barrier could she truly enter Yun Ya’s sea of consciousness.

Even a sea of consciousness was a cultivator’s projection of the mortal world. Logically, this labyrinth must have a way out, what was called “a thread of life,” an iron law that any world must follow. But the problem was that the person who set up the labyrinth was Yun Ya, a man full of cunning; Feng Miaojun had never met anyone more sly than him. Who knew where he had placed the door of life?

What should she do now? Yun Ya’s soul had shrunk away somewhere unknown, and she had no way to call him to open the door.

She walked and thought, unable to find a good solution when suddenly she saw a black shadow flash by in front of her.

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