1114: Chapter 328 Husband_4 1114: Chapter 328 Husband_4 Waves of blue smoke rose and fell.
Su He took a step forward, his feet landing in the rainwater, and intense pain assaulted him instantaneously.
His legs weakened, dropping him to his knees.
His figure flashed forward, panic flickered across his eyes, but he paid no mind to the additional rainwater soaking into him.
He quickly drew in his wings, tightly protecting Ji Feixue within.
This girl’s body was grievously injured, and she lay unconscious, her instincts battling both Buddha Force and Dark Qi.
If she were to endure such pain, her rhythm would likely be thrown off, worsening her condition!
Feeling that Yiren in his arms was unharmed, Su He finally let out a slight sigh of relief, struggling to his feet and moving forward step by step.
In the Inner World, Toad blinked, watching Su He shudder, yet curiosity arose, extending a claw to tap on his forehead, temporarily connecting to the severed sensation with Su He.
It was not a masochist, it simply wondered what kind of pain the Turtle Kid was experiencing.
The moment the shared sensation opened, Toad’s eyes suddenly focused, then became lifeless.
Her body stiffened, toppling backward straight as a stick.
Then, with a plop, it shattered into dust.
Immediately, a wisp of blue smoke condensed anew within Su He’s Intention Orifice.
Reappearing, terror filled its eyes.
Shivering with a cold quiver, it thoroughly sealed off all connections with Su He, reinforcing several more seals.
Then, it looked on sympathetically as Su He painfully made his way toward Green Mountain.
Every step was an excruciating torment.
…
In Buddha World, Monk Wu Guo chanted an Amitabha Buddha and was reborn within a lotus, standing on a lotus pedestal and peering around at his surroundings.
His gaze swept across the Sealed Emperor Great World, obstructed by the Mystery Huang World, then at the ruined Buddha World.
Turning his head towards the severely injured Xu Ancestor, he sighed and brought his palms together, “Amitabha Buddha, the feud between Buddha World and the Dragon Turtle Tribe nearly incited chaos among All Heavens.
Should living creatures suffer because of this, it would be a sin of both you and me.
Do any among the three companions dare engage with me in a battle to the death?
To cease only when one of us perishes!
Regardless of who lives or who dies, how about we end matters here?”
Red Ancestor roared, “Bald Donkey, only when Buddha World is on the verge of destruction do you think of a duel.
Isn’t it too late?”
With his roar, he charged towards Buddha World, only to see Monk Wu Guo finger point and a beam of gold light shot up into the sky from Buddha World.
Red Ancestor immediately sensed danger, his figure flashing as he quickly retreated.
“Amitabha Buddha, Buddha World will surely fall!
But, comrades, might you speculate—how many among you will survive should Buddha World perish?”
Xu Ancestor sneered and stepped forward.
If he could slay Monk Wu Guo once, he could do it twice.
Previously, things had been too urgent; he hadn’t managed to Reverse Cut to the Root, allowing Monk Wu Guo’s self-explosion to injure him, but not this time.
As he emerged, a steady voice from Wasteland came forth.
“Xu Ancestor, let me handle this battle!”
Wasteland’s translucent body erupted with the roar of a tsunami.
Xu Ancestor examined him silently for a long while, then nodded slightly.
With the fall of his clan brother from the Yue Tribe, the Dragon Turtle Tribe indeed needed to produce another ancestor-tier combatant.
Wasteland was already on the verge, just needing a push to cross into that Boundary Status.
A vigorous, life-and-death battle was a rare opportunity.
Without waiting for an answer, Wasteland roared and sent a Mountain Divine God Seal hurling straight at Monk Wu Guo.
Monk Wu Guo drew a semicircle before him with a single palm, condensing a pure golden, semi-transparent shield that blocked the Mountain Divine God Seal, lifting it high into the air with a flick.
However, at that moment, Wasteland was already up close, ramming into Monk Wu Guo, shattering space, and, with Monk Wu Guo on his head, plunged into the broken void.
Upon reappearing, Monk Wu Guo was pressed down onto the Dustless Sea by Wasteland, who then unleashed a water pillar from his mouth, bombarding Monk Wu Guo into the Dustless Sea.
Previously, through the projections of the stars from Thai Zu, news had arrived.
The Dustless Sea was the Kangua, connected by fate; traversing it was possible.
Of course, Wasteland was aware of Dustless Sea, even having visited more than once without perceiving the Hexagrams, only pervasive water toxins.
To break through the water toxins, one could either slowly refine their way to the core or have a true battle to utterly destroy the fundamental structure of the Dustless Sea’s water Yuan.
Wasteland, witnessing Monk Wu Guo tumbled into the Dustless Sea, roared and plunged down after him.
In an instant, the waves of Dustless Sea roiled tumultuously.
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The deluge poured down, Su He was in so much pain that he became numb, gripping Ji Feixue in his arms, the only assurance that he was still alive.
In agony, numbness, step by step moving forward, leaving behind footprints—or rather, claw prints—of varying depths.
Unable to maintain his human form and his Turtle Body unsuited to holding his bride, Su He had now revealed his Peacock Body, still shielding Ji Feixue beneath his wings, forging ahead.
Time was indeterminate, perhaps decades, centuries, or merely days, hundreds of days.
When Su He’s body miraculously adapted to such severe pain, the rain in the sky unexpectedly began to ebb, and even the dark clouds dispersed.
The storm had passed, leaving clear skies.
Su He stood bemused upon the earth, momentarily unsure of what to do, somewhat uncomfortable with the sudden absence of pain.
After a long daze, his numb brain slowly began to recover.
He gently unfolded his wings, looking down at Ji Feixue underneath.
His wife still lay in slumber, brows slightly furrowed.
Su He examined carefully, satisfied she was unharmed by the rain, and somewhat relaxed.
Setting Ji Feixue aside, he took a deep breath, and Phoenix True Fire ignited over his body.
For those of the Phoenix Clan, Phoenix True Fire was the best means of healing.
Su He himself was not injured, he was merely exhausted in body and spirit.
Every cell had been tormented to its limit.
Phoenix True Fire caressed his entire body, and after three full days and nights, he had finally recovered.
Transforming back into human form and picking up Ji Feixue, noticing Green Mountain now three-tenths closer, Su He smiled again and resumed his journey.