Published: February 26, 2025
After entering the Fang Sheng Hall, Tan Yun quickly assessed his injuries. The wound on his chest was deep, and blood continued to seep through his fingers.
He could feel the remnants of Zhao Yan Ting's divine consciousness lingering, trying to invade his mind. Tan Yun gritted his teeth and focused his thoughts, channeling his ancestral power to resist the intrusion.
As he stabilized his breathing, the atmosphere in the hall shifted. The walls radiated a calming energy, helping him to regain his composure. Tan Yun knew that he needed to recover quickly; there could be more enemies drawn by the commotion outside.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, summoning the Heaven and Earth Ancestral Qi. The energy flowed into him, knitting the flesh and blood of his wound together. Slowly, he began to feel the pain dulling.
With each passing moment, Tan Yun could feel his strength returning. The Fang Sheng Hall was a sacred place, and its power was helping him heal at an astonishing rate. But he couldn't afford to be complacent; he needed a plan for what came next.
Tan Yun opened his eyes, determination burning within them. He would not let Zhao Yan Ting's death be in vain. He had to find the next move against the enemies that threatened the Human Race.
He rose to his feet, feeling almost fully rejuvenated. With a swift motion, he activated the map jade tablet, bringing a detailed map of the surrounding area into view.
His mind raced with possibilities. There were several paths he could take, but he needed to choose wisely. The Beast Clan was likely to retaliate, and he had to be prepared for anything.
After a moment of contemplation, he decided on a route leading towards the Forbidden Area. It was risky, but it could also provide the advantage he needed.
Tan Yun focused on gathering his remaining strength and, with a final glance at the Fang Sheng Hall, he stepped through the portal, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead.
The horrifying wound on his chest was healing at an extremely slow rate.
Tan Yun looked down at the wound, frowning deeply, “It seems that as my realm rises, not only does my ability to challenge beyond my level decrease, but even the speed at which my wounds heal has slowed down by dozens of times compared to before.”
“Once I leave the Ancient Fire Prison, I must quickly search for the cultivation methods left by my ancestors. Only then can my ability to challenge beyond my level and the speed of my injury recovery reach the once unimaginable level.”
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Tan Yun stayed in the Fang Sheng Hall for a full three months before his injuries finally healed.
While three months passed in the hall, only a brief moment had elapsed outside.
Tan Yun stood up, shed his blood-stained white robe, and changed into a purple robe before stepping out of the Fang Sheng Hall, standing in the Primordial Void.
Tan Yun took the ancestral ring that had floated in the void after Zhao Yan Ting's death into his hand. Upon inspection, he found that inside, apart from some refining materials and elixirs, there were indeed eighty million Supreme Ancestor Stones.
After collecting the spoils, Tan Yun dissolved the heart of primordial chaos god-slaying sword formation, storing the eleven primordial chaos divine swords and the primordial chaos god-slaying sword in his mind.
Looking down at the devastated Fire Domain mountains, after a moment of contemplation, Tan Yun transformed into a beam of purple light and shot deep into the mountains.
“Roar, roar…”
Along the way, the roars of ancestral beasts came from various volcanoes, deafening to the ears. “Shut up, or I won't hesitate to exterminate you and take your Beast Cores!” While flying, Tan Yun released an aura comparable to the fifth layer of the ancestral emperor realm, instantly silencing the strange fire beasts below, causing them to crouch on the ground.
After flying for half a month, Tan Yun found a cliff within the mountains. He opened up a cave dwelling a hundred feet square on the precipice and summoned the Fang Sheng Hall.