Published: February 7, 2025
Ye Zhongming lay at the bottom of the Sacred Pool, and it took a long time for the feeling in his body to return to his consciousness. The intense pain accompanied by a strong sense of nausea and the rich metallic taste of blood from his stomach to his throat and finally to his mouth made him suffer greatly.
Once he regained control of his body, Ye Zhongming could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, followed by another, which made him feel a little better.
Being at Grade 8 after all, and having practiced secret techniques, he had gradually cultivated up to this level, unlike the eight-star evolution on Earth that relied on potions. Even if both sides were rated at the same level, the real strength of those in the Secret Realm was still somewhat superior.
If it weren’t for Ye Zhongming also practicing secret techniques and activating the energy protective shield at a critical moment, that blow could have truly claimed his life.
The gap of more than two levels was indeed too great.
At this moment, besides feeling discomfort, a strange thought suddenly floated in Ye Zhongming’s mind. The Evil Dragon Yangos, which had been missing for so long, wouldn’t have come in and been eaten by someone, right? Perhaps it was roasted like a winged demon beast?
Struggling to stand up, Ye Zhongming knew he had to quickly complete what he needed to do. Although he had returned to the All-Purpose Sacred Pool through the rainbow gate, who knew if the posthumous child had some way to know what was happening here? Was the Guardian of the Sacred Pool usually cultivating or resting here? If he happened to run into him, no matter how many Staffs of Nature Ye Zhongming had, he would still be outmatched.
Looking around, the eight large braziers at the edge of the Sacred Pool were still burning brightly, illuminating the area, while the statues of the historical masters of the posthumous children watched this intruder.
Taking out the Key of the Secret Realm and comparing it carefully, Ye Zhongming confirmed once again that this key could indeed fit perfectly here.
Listening carefully, he found it was quiet. Ye Zhongming felt a bit more at ease; he didn’t immediately insert the key but sat down to regain some strength before slowly inserting the Key of the Secret Realm.
Hmm…
No reaction?
Ye Zhongming’s heart sank.
Due to Bander’s unexpected appearance, he had basically run out of options on the side of the posthumous children. If this didn’t work, his only way out was to hope that no one would notice him hiding here while he healed up, and then he would have to fight his way out…
Doing so had a ninety-nine percent chance of failing and ending up killed instead. Although the posthumous children were lagging behind, they still had four Grade 8 experts.
So if this wasn’t the way back to Earth, it would fundamentally sentence Ye Zhongming to death.
No… was he betting right?
Ye Zhongming rubbed his chest, frowning, and just as he was about to try inserting the Key of the Secret Realm again, he suddenly felt a very slight tremor beneath him.
Ye Zhongming’s eyes lit up; there was hope!
Then the tremors began to intensify, as if something was surging upward.
Of course, this intensity was relative; it didn’t exceed the boundaries of the Sacred Pool.
Ye Zhongming sensed again and suddenly seemed to realize something, struggling to crawl up to the edge of the Sacred Pool. Then, in several depressions at the bottom of the Sacred Pool, a large amount of milky-white liquid began to spray out.
Watching the holy water gushing out, Ye Zhongming smiled.
In the end, he had guessed right.
As the holy water began to spout forth, the statue of the almighty god servant suddenly shone brightly. Originally the darkest corner of the Royal City, at that moment, it radiated with light as if the statue had come to life or awoken from slumber, opening its eyes to look at the Royal City in front of it.
Everyone in the Royal City was stunned by this scene, and the posthumous children looked at the now illuminated All-Purpose Sacred Pool, all sharing a common doubt.