Chapter 40 Blood Contract Healing and Straight Man Energy Fusion
Blood covenant healing and straight male energy fusion
A turquoise light enveloped everyone like warm spring water. The air, rich and tangible, brimmed with the breath of life, infused their lungs with an indescribable sense of comfort, as if every cell leaped with joy, greedily absorbing this once-in-a-lifetime nourishment. The cold, metallic austerity of the outside world was completely sealed off, leaving only this strange space brimming with life, yet tinged with ancient silence.
"Huh... Huh... My old turtle ancestor is finally safe..." Xuanjia collapsed on the cold but not biting ground, his green eyes staring at the soft halo on the dome, his four claws facing the sky, looking like he had survived a disaster, and the eight trigrams patterns on his shell were softened a lot.
"Wang! Are you...are you alright?" Man Gu clutched his bloodied shoulder, the bone visible. His massive body trembled slightly, his eyes filled with fear and worry for Li Jiuyou. If Jiang Xuelan hadn't intervened with that space ray, he would have been dead.
Li Jiuyou's scarlet-gold eyes swept over Man Gu's wound, his brow furrowed as he growled irritably, "You won't die! Take care of yourself!" His words were tough, but a subtle glint of concern flickered in his eyes. Man Gu was his most loyal subordinate, having followed him since their humble beginnings, a bond like a brother. He subconsciously tried to channel his demonic fire to help Man Gu stop the bleeding and heal his wound, but the moment he thought, the chaotic true fire deep in his dantian stirred, clashing once again with the lingering icy energy within him. He groaned, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, and a sharp, needle-like pain pierced through the Soul Mist wound on his back.
"Hiss..." The severe pain made him subconsciously raise his hand to cover his chest, and the red-gold demon fire flickered uncontrollably in his body.
"King!" Man Gu became even more anxious.
"Don't touch him!" a cold voice rang out. Jiang Xuelan had barely managed to stand, his face still as pale as paper, the blood at the corner of his mouth particularly glaring in the green light. His icy blue eyes scanned Li Jiuyou's condition, then glanced at Man Gu's bleeding shoulder. His voice carried an unquestionable command: "Your demonic fire source is agitated. Forcing it will only aggravate the injury and backfire on you. Leave Man Gu's injuries to me."
"Bullshit! It's none of your business!" Li Jiuyou glared at Jiang Xuelan, his eyes red and golden, as if someone had stepped on his tail. Asking him to accept help from this icy-faced guy? That was worse than killing him! Especially since just now... this guy had saved him (although it was mainly to save Man Gu). This feeling was so awkward!
"Shut up!" Jiang Xuelan's voice grew even colder, carrying the pressure of a superior. His icy blue eyes, like the depths of a cold pond, pierced Li Jiuyou. "Do you want to die here and bring everyone down with you, or do you want to test your pitiful pride to see if it can withstand the backlash of the Chaos True Fire?" He raised his hand, and a trace of extremely pure, soothing, icy blue cold air gathered from his fingertips. It wasn't an attack, but pure healing energy. He slowly directed it towards Man Gu's bloody shoulder. "If you don't want him to be crippled, then stay put!"
Li Jiuyou's face turned pale from choking. Crimson-gold demonic fire erupted, but he forced it back under Jiang Xuelan's cold, all-seeing gaze. He knew exactly how dire his situation was! With his essence roiling and the chilling Soul Mist corroding, forcing his attack would have disastrous consequences. He watched as Jiang Xuelan's fingertips gently cast a wisp of icy-blue immortal energy over the wound in his savage bone. With a sizzling sound, the swirling flesh froze and stopped bleeding at a visible speed, even beginning to slowly repair itself. His violent emotions felt like they had been doused with a bucket of ice water, leaving only resentment and... an indescribable sense of suffocation.
"Hmph!" He snorted heavily and turned his head away, out of sight, out of mind. The pain of the ice and fire clashing within him, and the damnable, searing pull of the blood pact, made him so irritated that he wanted to tear this place down.
A Che approached Jiang Xuelan cautiously, looking at his pale face and the blood at the corner of his mouth, his big eyes filled with tears: "Brother...your injury..."
"No problem." Jiang Xuelan's voice softened, but remained brief. He concentrated on tending to Man Gu's wound, consuming a significant amount of his icy blue immortal energy. Every movement of his energy triggered the resistance of the demonic core heat within his dantian and the stirrings of the God-Slaying Gu. The dull ache in his lower back became more pronounced. He could sense that the fragment of ice in his sea of consciousness, nourished by the rich aura of life, seemed to be slowly healing, but it was only a drop in the bucket. The real problem was the demonic core power that was like a thorn in his flesh, and... the constant "contamination" from this volatile turkey beside him.
At this moment, the gravekeeper who had been standing silently in front of the altar slowly turned around.
His cloudy gray eyes, like a dusty ancient mirror, silently scanned the crowd. His gaze lingered for a moment on Jiang Xuelan's pale face and Li Jiuyou's suppressed anger and pain, finally settling on the tiny, swaying sapling at the center of the altar, radiating a vast vitality. His face, like dry bark, remained expressionless, but the heavy sorrow and protectiveness that filled it grew even stronger.
He raised his withered fingers, like old tree roots, and very slowly pointed at the shadowy sapling in the center of the altar. His hoarse voice, like sandpaper rubbing against the marks of time, slowly spread in this silent space:
"...Chaos...Altar..."
"...Jianmu...newborn..."
"...This is...the only...way to survive..."
Chaos Altar? The birth of Jianmu?
Everyone was shocked! Their eyes were all fixed on the ancient altar and the tiny shadow of the sapling on it.
The altar was constructed entirely of a dark, dark gray substance, neither gold nor stone. Its surface was covered with naturally occurring chaotic patterns, resembling swirling nebulae. It exuded an ancient, primordial, all-embracing, yet destructive power. At the center of the altar, the shadowy sapling, less than half a foot tall, took root in the core of the chaotic patterns. Its lush green, its veins translucent, emanating a pure vitality that seemed to nurture all life. Two diametrically opposed forces had achieved a perfect symbiosis and balance here!
"Senior! What you mean is..." Xuanjia's green eyes flashed with an unprecedented brilliance, and his tortoise shell trembled with excitement. "This Chaos Altar can mobilize the power of chaos to reconcile yin and yang? Can it help the Immortal Lord and King Li resolve the conflicting forces within their bodies?!"
The gravekeeper's cloudy gray eyes looked at Xuan Jia and nodded slightly. He turned his gaze again to Jiang Xuelan and Li Jiuyou, and pointed a withered finger at the area at the core of the altar where the chaotic patterns were most dense. His voice was filled with an unquestionable sense of fate:
"...Ice and fire...clashing..."
"...only chaos...can be tolerated..."
"...blood of the immortal demon..."
“…Invoke…the origin…”
"...altar...harmony..."
"We need... two people... to enter... the core..."
Entering the core together?!
Jiang Xuelan and Li Jiuyou's expressions instantly became even uglier!
After finally escaping from that damned ruins mechanism, they were being thrown into the same "cage" again? And they had to "activate the Origin" on the same altar? What's the difference between this and tying them both to a barrel of explosives and lighting a fuse?!
"Impossible!" Li Jiuyou was the first to jump up, his crimson-gold demonic fire nearly spinning out of control. "I'd rather be eaten by the Soul-Sinking Mist than sit on an altar with that icy-faced guy!"
Jiang Xuelan's icy blue eyes were as cold as ice, and a chill emanated from his fingertips. "Senior, is this method... too dangerous? Our powers are clashing fiercely. Forcing us to be at the same core and triggering our origins could trigger unpredictable changes." He wasn't cowardly, but rather fully aware of the raging heat of his demonic core and the fury of Li Jiuyou's primordial fire. If they lost control, let alone healing, this vibrant land would be blasted to smithereens in an instant!
The gravekeeper's cloudy gray eyes watched them silently, a gaze that seemed to penetrate time and space, seeing through all their resistance and struggle. He said nothing, only slowly raising his other, withered hand.
A faint but extremely pure wave of thought spread from him like water waves, gently brushing over the tiny shadow of the Jianmu seedling in the center of the altar.
The shadow of the seedling, which had been swaying quietly, suddenly erupted with a soft green glow! A vast, ancient thought, filled with endless compassion and entrustment, surged towards Jiang Xuelan like a tide!
This thought is so familiar!
—Protect…the sapling…my…inheritance…
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