The air in the medical pavilion smelled of bitter wolfsbane, roasted clove, and fresh honeysuckle.
Three weeks had passed since the Void Breaker had touched down upon the emerald slopes of the Azure Cloud Sect in the newly forged universe.
Lin Ke lay propped up on a bamboo daybed by the arched window, his chest and forearms wrapped in clean linen bandages. Beneath the cloth, thick compresses of Apothecary He’s black marrow healing wrap seeped into his skin. That kept his newly recompiled tissues cool and supple.
Through the open window, the morning sun hung golden and warm over the fertile plains of Canglan.
It wasn’t the sterile, artificial glare of the old monolith. The light was rich, vibrant, and alive.
Across the valley, fields of golden spirit-wheat—three times larger and heavier than any harvest in ten thousand years—rippled in the gentle morning breeze. Students who had spent decades choked by old family bottleneck taxes sat cross-legged on the lawns, breaking through training stages with easy, smooth-flowing ease.
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Lin Ke closed his eyes and summoned his internal tracking data one more time:
