Free Web NovelChapter 1143: Chapter 613: Severely Wounded and Healed! Saint Realm? (2)
But the most crucial point was Zhan Jiuxiao personally taking action.
He gathered his fingers like a knife and unhesitatingly carved a slit across his palm.
Unlike normal red blood, his was deep like molten red gold, each drop containing terrifying fragments of life origin and Daoist rules.
Seven drops of essence blood, imbued with the Supreme might of the War Alliance leader, were forced out, transforming into seven burning blood beads, encircling Jiang Shu’s head in slow rotation.
The terrifying energy from the essence blood directly merged into Jiang Shu’s body, igniting his nearly extinguished flame of life in the most brutal yet effective manner, forcefully repelling the corrosion of the bone rust curse and aiding the refinement of the surging therapeutic energies within him.
The entire Xuanyuan Creation Pool radiated brilliance, its energy surging to form a massive vortex.
The elders responsible for protection and harmonizing the medicinal energies at the pool’s edge went all out, faces solemn, their hair and beards blown back by the energy currents.
After a day, Jiang Shu’s tightly closed eyes on the Jade Platform slightly trembled.
His consciousness struggled upward from the black cold depths of the sea.
First came numbness, then an unbearable pain, like being pierced by thousands of needles simultaneously.
Yet this pain brought a real feeling of being alive.
He abruptly opened his eyes, expecting a shattered shell and dying weakness, but instead, he was greeted by gentle light and pervasive spiritual mist.
Recalling his fatal injuries, Jiang Shu slowly sat up and examined himself, discovering that his previously withered tree-like skin had regained fullness and sheen, his muscles smooth and resilient, filled with a sense of power.
Though the terrible bone rust curse patterns on his body hadn’t completely vanished, the foul gleam dimming them was suppressed by a warm resilient life light, like ancient rock sealed in the depths of the earth vein, temporarily dormant.
More importantly, inside.
Though the Dao Foundation’s position retained slight unhealed fractures and the origin aura seemed somewhat unstable, its core was as solid as before.
The twisted broken law veins, severed after fracture, had been seamlessly reconnected by an essence of mysterious primal purple qi, even vaguely more robust and refined than before!
His Qi and blood surged around him like a great river, the mighty strength naturally flowing through his limbs and bones, needing only some time to nourish and settle to fully return to the peak.
He understood better than anyone, how severe his injuries from the ancient path really were.
If he were to recover on his own, it would probably take at least several hundred years.
The ability to recover quickly now, the cost of this was unimaginable to ordinary people.
The War Alliance’s commitment also proved that his endeavor in the ancient path wasn’t just a one-sided effort.
As Jiang Shu sensed the monumental changes within him, a slight fluctuation touched the restrictions outside the stone chamber.
An imposing stable figure appeared at the pool’s edge.
It was none other than the War Alliance Vice Leader, Zhan Jiuxiao.
His gaze was intense, sweeping over Jiang Shu entirely, a hint of an imperceptible satisfaction crossing his eyes, followed by even deeper gravity.
"It appears the Creation Mystic Pool lives up to its name, you being awake is good."
Zhan Jiuxiao’s voice was deep and powerful, with a metallic friction quality, foregoing pleasantries and heading straight to the core.
"How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"
"Indeed, no discomfort. This time I must thank Uncle Zhan."
Jiang Shu rose, bowing with a clenched fist, his words sincere.
He knew this time, the War Alliance had undoubtedly invested plenty of heavenly materials and earthly treasures on him.
Within the War Alliance, there were undoubtedly voices opposing it.
Getting through this smoothly, Zhan Jiuxiao surely made great decisions.
"There are no major issues with your body and Dao Foundation; the foundation remains intact, requiring only a few days of rest to restore power."
"Did the War Alliance use..."
Zhan Jiuxiao raised a hand to interrupt him, continuing, "Resources used on you are for the preservation of the War Alliance, no need for more words."
His gaze shifted towards the mist in the pool, as if penetrating space, resting deep within the unreachable ancient path,
"Your recovery situation is better than I anticipated."
"Then, the matters within the ancient path, you must know best."
Jiang Shu’s expression tightened, ancient battlefield visions flashed before him, those mad images, the wicked altar, and finally that malevolent tray of the embryonic death world.
He said deeply, "Uncle Zhan, the core of the Ancient Battle Soul Path harbors an evil altar, devouring Void fragments, battlefield malice, and residual thoughts of all beings to forcibly nurture a malicious infant small world embryo."
"Its will is filthy and greedy, harboring utter destruction towards all intruders, including us."
Zhan Feng, Zhan Yun, and the others are still inside."
Mentioning these names, Jiang Shu’s tone grew somber.
When he left the ancient path, though still clear-headed, he had consumed too much, and if not for falling asleep to recover and resist the curse on his body, he might not have endured.
Indeed, had it not been for the War Alliance’s intervention.
In that final moment, his thought was to traverse back to the Demon Domain.
In his mind, the scene of Huer Dan’s uncertain fate still loomed.
Zhan Jiuxiao paused in silence, the mist in the pool seeming to stagnate for a moment.
When he spoke again, his tone was heavy yet sincere.
"Our collective effort to tear open the barriers of the ancient path yesterday to rescue you startled its core will. Now forcefully breaking through with power might explode the fragile embryo, consequences unforeseeable."
"The summoning restrictions on Zhan Feng, Zhan Yun, and others were completely shielded by the embryo’s laws, impossible to locate precisely."
His gaze was fervent in directly meeting Jiang Shu’s eyes, quietly imploring.
"Only you can re-enter, one, because you are familiar with the paths and understand the core’s origin and its mutation."
"Secondly, you possess the Heart of Space, though it is now fractured, its Dao Rhyme remains, the most likely to sense the same source aura."
He revealed his palm, an inch-small seal sculpted from some blue-gray stone quietly hovering.
The seal held an ancient simplicity, the handle seemingly traced with cloud patterns, imparting a peculiar spatial fluctuation, its aura was not vast, yet exceedingly concentrated and deep.
This is the Void Origin Seal, an extraordinary item I acquired years ago, highly resonant with the space Dao Principle."
Zhan Jiuxiao moved the seal toward Jiang Shu.
"If you find them, no matter their location, if conditions permit, immediately channel your space law into this seal."
"It possesses no offensive or defensive abilities, its sole function is to briefly and clearly convey the space coordinates where it resides."
At that time, I assure you to act and lock the location, forcefully summoning."
Jiang Shu hesitated not for a moment, reaching out to receive the cool Void Origin Seal.
This small seal felt weighty in his grasp, extending a gentle spatial sensation from his palm.
"Understood!"
He answered with conviction.
Jiang Shu understood that the War Alliance poured significant efforts into him mainly to seek those prodigies trapped in the ancient path.
If these prodigies were truly all lost.
The War Alliance would suffer an enormous blow.
The entire alliance would enter a phase of stagnation between generations.
Indeed, the fundamental reason is, compared to Venerables and others, he has ventured into the ancient path, possessing greater understanding.
At that moment, the space next to the Jade Platform gently rippled like water waves.
A blurry human silhouette stepped out.
The silhouette was not tall, even rather indistinct, seemingly formed from the purest, space fragments accumulated over countless ages.
Standing there, the surrounding mist naturally twisted away, light appeared to undergo subtle folding.
Though it exerted no intimidating pressure, it left an impression of silence before an ancient abyss.
Jiang Shu’s pupils narrowed, just a glance unconsciously stirred fervent turbulence in his sea of consciousness regarding space laws, like a drop of water falling into an endless void ocean, failing to create even a ripple, leaving only its smallness and absolute surrender.
