sinovels Chapter 735 This child is destined for greatness!
Chapter 735 This child is destined for greatness!
The gap is too big.
That was a crushing defeat on a life level.
If the golden bowl hadn't forcibly sucked him into its world at the last moment, and he had decisively abandoned all defenses and used all his spiritual power to activate the golden bowl, he wouldn't have been left with even ashes from that attack.
What terrified him even more was that, even when the Fire Source itself was critically injured and on the verge of death, it was still able to set up such a flawless trap to lure him in!
"Such deep cunning, such a ruthless nature."
Chen Fan took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He knew that now was not the time to be afraid.
Although the old monster was seriously injured, as long as he didn't die, he could recover at any time.
He must recover his combat strength as much as possible during this period.
With difficulty, Chen Fan formed hand seals and poured the prepared Rejuvenation Pill into his mouth. The violent medicinal power instantly exploded in his shattered meridians, and the excruciating pain, as if a thousand tiny knives were cutting into his body at the same time, made his whole body tremble violently.
He clenched his teeth tightly, remaining silent, letting the sweat mixed with blood completely soak the futon beneath him.
Time slips away quietly, one day, two days, ten days, a month...
Outside, in the devastated underground ruins, the atmosphere was oppressively suffocating.
On the massive altar, the shriveled, corpse-like body of the Fire Source was still firmly nailed down by five dark golden nails.
His eyes were tightly closed, and his breath was extremely weak, as if he would die at any moment.
His withered right middle and index fingers remained crossed, waiting for their prey to take the bait.
However, time passed little by little.
One hour, two hours, half a day, a day...
Aside from the hissing sounds of spatial turbulence, there was no other movement within the ruins. The sword cultivator named Guimu seemed to have vanished from the world without a trace, leaving not even a trace of his presence.
"Click..."
Finally, the Fire Source True Body slowly loosened its crossed fingers.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and the eerie green flames within his sunken eye sockets reignited.
This time, however, the flames no longer held the previous madness and triumph; instead, they were filled with deep exhaustion and disbelief.
"He didn't come... He really didn't come..."
The Fire Source's chapped lips twitched slightly, emitting a hoarse sound like sandpaper rubbing together.
He slowly turned his stiff neck, his gaze fixed on the huge sinkhole where Chen Fan had disappeared, his expression extremely complex.
"What a cunning young man! What a cautious swordsman to the core!"
The Fire Source itself suddenly chuckled softly, its laughter carrying a hint of self-mockery, but also a touch of heartfelt admiration.
"I have lived for thousands of years and have seen countless geniuses and prodigies. How many people, blinded by greed, rushed forward to try and take advantage of me the moment I was severely injured and coughing up blood?"
"But you, without even a glance, without even a probe, ran away faster than a rabbit! That forbearance, that absolute rationality in the face of the situation... if you don't die, you'll surely achieve great things one day!"
The Fire Source itself sighed deeply, its tone filled with helplessness.
He knew that he was completely finished this time.
Not only was his clone destroyed, but his three-thousand-year-old plan was ruined in an instant, and even his very essence suffered a devastating blow due to the forced burning.
The only swordsman who understood the essence of space was also forced into the shadows by him.
"That's enough...that's enough..."
The Fire Source True Form closed its eyes, concealing the resentment within them.
Since the prey didn't take the bait, there was no point in him continuing to play dead.
You must know that his current condition is extremely bad. The five Zhenyuan nails, stimulated by the formation, have been deeply embedded in his bone marrow!
If he doesn't heal his injuries as soon as possible, his physical body will probably not last more than a hundred years before it completely decays.
"Buzz..."
A faint trace of the power of the Void Refining Law slowly rose from his depleted dantian, struggling to resist the altar's suction.
The Fire Source entity no longer paid attention to the commotion outside, and focused all its attention on its body to silently heal itself!
……
Time flies.
One day outside the bowl is equivalent to ten days inside the bowl.
While two months had quietly passed outside, two whole years had already gone by in the world of the Golden Bowl.
Two years later, the stone door to the quiet room finally opened slowly to both sides with a dull thud.
Chen Fan emerged from the shadows.
He changed into a brand new blue robe, and his long hair, which had become somewhat dry due to his serious injuries, regained its luster and was tied back with a simple wooden hairpin.
His face was still somewhat pale, but his calm, deep eyes had regained their former depth and sharpness.
"Eunuch Chen! You've finally come out!"
Hearing the commotion, Eunuch Wei, who had been dozing by the field, immediately dropped his hoe and ran over.
He looked Chen Fan up and down a few times, clicking his tongue in amazement:
"Good heavens, you actually pulled through such a serious injury. Judging from your aura, although you haven't fully recovered, you've stabilized, haven't you?"
"It's almost fully recovered."
Chen Fan replied casually, his gaze sweeping over the thriving spirit field and the Black Emperor and Black Wind peeking out from behind the Dragon Beard Fruit tree. The tension that had been building for two whole years finally eased a little.
"Seventy or eighty percent? That's pretty outrageous." Eunuch Wei curled his lip, leaned closer, and asked in a low voice, "So what are you planning to do next? Go back out and continue fighting?"
"I don't know yet." Upon hearing this, Chen Fan's lips curled into a cold smile. "Let me take a look first."
He didn't explain much, but instead sat cross-legged on the stone steps in front of the meditation room, his left hand forming a hand seal as he slowly probed his divine sense into the core of the golden bowl.
"Buzz..."
With a slight tremor of the golden bowl, the scene outside was clearly projected into Chen Fan's sea of consciousness, like ripples on water.
All that could be seen was the ruins of the Black Stone Square.
The Fire Source itself was firmly nailed to the highest point of the altar, but its appearance had undergone some subtle changes compared to two months ago.
It was visible to the naked eye that although his skin and flesh were shriveled, the ashen aura of someone who was about to die had dissipated considerably.
The eerie green flames in its eye sockets, though faint, pulsed with remarkable stability.
What shocked Chen Fan even more was that a law force field with a radius of about ten feet had actually formed around the Fire Source's true form!
Although the force field was extremely thin, it effectively blocked the altar's suction force, preventing the five Zhenyuan nails from penetrating any further into his bone marrow!