Faint red lines ignited beneath the boy's skin. They were thin at first, then bloomed like molten veins of dawn weaving across a shattered landscape.
Practitioners all around instinctively activated their spiritual senses.
What they saw… stole their breath.
Mana pathways that had been completely severed… stunted channels that no healer dared attempt to mend… vessels that had shriveled from starvation and agony...
They reconnected. One after another.
Not crudely. Not forcefully. But with an alignment so precise and so natural, that even veteran healers felt their hearts clench.
The Celestial Race proxy inhaled sharply.
Even he couldn't hide his shock.
"…It's knitting everything back… without resistance."
The Dawnblade Sect practitioners exchanged looks of pure disbelief.
"Our sect treasures can't do this," one murmured.
"Even the Phoenix-Blood Elixirs…" another added shakily, "could never repair complete vessel collapse."
