Chapter 2057: Wound

He Lingchuan clearly isn't at immortal level, but with the three immortals of Between Between Between Beijia plus two divine descents and the former state preceptor Qingyang added in, they still couldn't kill him—even with Sudha assisting from the side, He Lingchuan once again made him look at him with new eyes.

He thought for a moment and said: "Speaking of which, you guys breaking the siege this time was actually a bit of luck—Qingyang wanted to self-destruct earlier but failed, and from her expression she seemed quite surprised; also, in the Wood King Cauldron, you originally might have been blown to death by Pan Qing self-destructing his Primordial Spirit."

"Pan Qing?" Sudha and He Lingchuan both stared, recalling the battle scene inside the cauldron.

That's right—Pan Qing was gravely wounded and unable to continue, so He Lingchuan chopped off his head, truly dying with hatred.

But after being beheaded, his Primordial Spirit still emerged, raging helplessly at He Lingchuan.

At the time, everyone thought it was because it couldn't believe it had died at He Lingchuan's hands, but after Liu Qingdao mentioned it, huh—"Senior brother is saying, Pan Qing also wanted to self-destruct his Primordial Spirit back then, but failed?"

"The Wood King Cauldron is sealed, so the power of an immortal's self-destruction would only be greater." Liu Qingdao stroked his beard, "Of course, I'm just guessing offhand. After all, there's still his Between Between Between Beijia companion inside the cauldron—maybe he didn't want to blow up his own people."

He Lingchuan noted: "Elder Liu's observation is extremely valuable—if two great powers wanted to self-destruct but both failed, hmm……this matter afterward needs more attention, we should try to verify it."

One self-destruction failure could still be a mistake; two failures both not succeeding—eighty percent chance something quietly changed.

After the Battle of the Inverted Sea, some laws of heaven and earth quietly shifted. Some are easily tested, some are deeply hidden and hard to trigger. How many immortals are there in the world, and how many would be driven to the point of self-destruction?

If the laws changed and Qingyang and Pan Qing were unaware, that would also be understandable.

Don't Liu Qingdao and Sudha also not know?

But if immortals can no longer self-destruct their Primordial Spirits, or if the power of such self-destruction is greatly diminished, this would have a profound impact on future warfare.

In the Inverted Sea, when the Phantom Sect immortals self-destructed their Primordial Spirits, it caused enormous trouble for the demons.

He Lingchuan returned the same way, meeting up with the Dragon God Army reinforcements along the road.

Seeing him return unharmed, the commanders were overjoyed.

Before even reaching the camp, the sky had already brightened.

He Lingchuan returned to his quarters, dismissed his attendants, shut the doors and windows, leaving only Lingguang.

After he put away the Jinglong battle armor, Lingguang glanced over and was startled, rushing over: "You're badly wounded!"

He Lingchuan's clothes looked as if they had been soaked in blood and then half-dried, now tightly clinging to his flesh—if you tried to tear them off forcefully, you might even rip the skin.

For this situation, the experienced military medic Lingguang had plenty of tricks. He pulled out a large gourd from the medicine box and shook it, water sloshing inside: "Bear with it a bit."

After speaking, he poured the clear liquid from the gourd onto He Lingchuan.

He Lingchuan winced as his whole body trembled, only hearing a few hissing sounds—the dried blood stains on the wound surface melted, turning back into bloodwater flowing down, no longer sticking to his clothes.

Lingguang hurriedly stripped off his clothes, then sucked in a sharp breath of cold air:

"What weapon wounded you? Zhu Xiuer's net?"

He Lingchuan's body was covered in fine wounds, like thread marks—at first glance they indeed resembled the red weals left by the cave spider queen's web. But he had one or two half-inch-deep wounds on his chest, abdomen, and outer thighs, the wounds very neat.

Lingguang originally thought it was blade or spear injury, but on closer inspection it didn't look like that.

"Divine technique."

The mighty Nine Abysses Great Emperor, imposing before others, after removing his battle armor revealed deep exhaustion, his face as pale as a ghost—"The effect is probably to tear a person apart. Originally that divine technique clung like bone maggots, constantly trying to burrow into the bones, but later was scattered and driven away by primordial energy."

The marvelous use of primordial energy is something ordinary cultivators cannot comprehend. Now it can actually counter divine techniques—He Lingchuan feels even more optimistic about the future.

"After the battle ended, I swallowed the spider queen's blood pearls."

Zhu Erniang gave him several blood pearls, which can transform into elite spider demons or be used for rapid wound healing. Before, if he took them directly, although they healed wounds quickly, afterward he would be utterly exhausted; now, with his own strength growing and the injuries he sustains being ever stranger, the healing effect of the blood pearls has actually decreased, but the side effects have likewise weakened to insignificance.

Used for emergency hemostasis, they are indeed very effective.

"Did you suffer the legendary Chariot-Splitting Technique?" Lingguang hurriedly treated his wounds: "You endured the divine technique?"

"I suffered backlash." The medicine was too stimulating, He Lingchuan groaned in pain, "Fortunately I have primordial energy and the Jinglong battle armor—otherwise I would have shattered into several pieces on the spot."

Divine technique is divine technique—it pierced through two layers of defense—no, three, plus one more layer of his protective gangqi—yet still managed to wound him this badly.

"Your breastbone and ribs are each broken in two places, spleen and liver damaged! The tendons in your leg are almost severed, just a hair's breadth away!" Lingguang shook his head, "And the organs inside your abdomen!"

"How so?" Hearing this, He Lingchuan also felt a faint ache in his belly, "I also always feel unwell, but internal inspection finds nothing."

"Oh, it's nothing."

"……" A few washed dates lay on the table; he picked them up and swallowed a handful.

"You need to rest a few more days." Lingguang worried, "This isn't just a flesh wound."

"Where would I get the time?" He Lingchuan closed his eyes, feeling the sour sting of needle and thread through flesh, "The day after tomorrow we attack Yaoguo."

"Then you just don't go to the battlefield!" Lingguang fumed.

He Lingchuan laughed heartily.

After the wound treatment was finished, he touched his monkey head, then went to open the doors and windows.

The sun rose.

He instinctively wanted to stretch toward the newly risen morning sun, his hand just lifting up when he couldn't help but hiss.

Really painful!

But now, the obstacles blocking him from Yaoguo, from Bai Tan, and from victory have already been cleared away!

The final stage of the Dragon God War, prepared for nearly four months, can finally begin!

……

North of Luofeng Pond.

The forest battlefield where the Nine Abysses Great Emperor and Qingyang and others fought has now been burned into a wasteland, everywhere scorched earth and rubble.

Luo Xie requested Qingyang's corpse be taken to the edge of Luofeng Pond for burial.

Just now the Nine Abysses Great Emperor personally swung his blade, giving her a stele inscribed with several large characters:

"National Preceptor Without Equal."

Luo Xie then had those characters painted in red, very conspicuous.

After He Lingchuan and the others left, the Black Armor Army was still cleaning up the scene, doing post-battle work.

Luo Xie and the others also specially inspected the place where Qingyang sat in meditation to pass away—that is, that huge tree branch.

Having inspected only half of it, suddenly a subordinate called out: "Chief, the tree bark has turned white."

Others chimed in: "This place too."

"Mine too, the whole area turned deathly gray, touch it and it..."