Cultivate the Seven-Star Herb to obtain the Bronze Token.

A cold bronze chill suddenly transformed into thousands of steel needles, piercing along the meridians straight into the dantian.

The old man’s straw cloak moved without wind, as seven bronze chains shot up from the bottom of the pool, forming the Big Dipper Trapping Dragon Formation in midair.

“Endure three incense sticks’ time, then the spirit spring is yours to take,” the old man said, but before his words finished, the chains morphed into illusions of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs.

Shen Yi saw the people from Black Wind Stronghold pierced through the crown of their heads by the chains, with scarlet medicinal liquid seeping through the chain links into his own wounds.

Suddenly, the system interface popped up a spiritual energy trajectory map: [Foundation Establishment Stage trap detected, recommended synchronous operation of Big Dipper formation diagram for reverse analysis.] Shen Yi bit his tongue, letting fresh blood drip onto an ice crystal, refracting seven star rays.

Following the system’s prompt, he infused spiritual power into the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of his foot, which resonated with the vibration frequency of the chains.

“Interesting,” the old man murmured softly, and the chain illusions abruptly transformed into a shower of peach blossoms.

A figure in sheer gauze, Gao Yao, stepped through the floral rain, her slender jade fingers brushing Shen Yi’s blood-stained collar. “Why struggle so, Young Master Shen?”

Suddenly, Shen Yi grabbed that hand and pressed it against his chest, as the black iron dagger slid out from his sleeve. “Illusions are illusions after all.”

The moment the dagger pierced the phantom, the chains emitted a mournful dragon’s roar.

The system’s light screen flickered wildly: [Spiritual power resonance reached 100%, backlash transfer commencing!]

The old man staggered back three steps, his bamboo hat blown away by a fierce wind, revealing a face covered in talismans.

The seven chains shattered with a clatter. The cold pool suddenly boiled like a cauldron, and the clear spring, wrapped in a whirlpool of spiritual energy, lifted Shen Yi up.

“For three centuries, you’re the first to see through the Peach Blossom Calamity,” the old man wiped blood from the corner of his mouth and threw out a bronze gourd. “Only three drops can be drawn from the spirit spring daily; more would rupture the meridians.”

Seated cross-legged upon the reformed spirit spring eye, Shen Yi circulated the microcosmic orbit through thirty-six key acupoints marked by the system.

Pale cyan spiritual energy slithered like a serpent into his pores, condensing into a vortex in his dantian.

Meridians once corroded by venom now shimmered with jade hues, and damaged organs visibly regenerated at a rapid pace.

[Spiritual power purity has surpassed the critical threshold!] the system suddenly flashed a golden notification.

Shen Yi felt as if his crown was split open by thunder; his five senses instantly encompassed the entire valley.

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