He descended and sat cross-legged on the snow-covered ground, some distance from the pool but still within the array's range.
He tapped his bag of holding, and the Ninefold Pagoda appeared before him, radiating strong golden qi along with a deep, resonant pulse of energy.
The moment that pulse spread and struck his soul, Gu Qinghe flinched, clutching his chest in pain.
When I took it… I didn't feel anything.
He raised his hand, golden qi gathering at his fingertips as he guided it through his meridians. Using that method, he gradually calmed the tight, painful pressure in his chest.
His breathing steadied. The stiffness in his joints faded, and the discomfort disappeared. Gu Qinghe was fully recovered.
To use the pagoda effectively, he tossed it forward, allowing it to expand on its own once it reached the ground.
