Chapter 104 Chapter 104 "...But this is all I can give you...
There is no spiritual energy from heaven and earth in the heart of the tree to absorb.
The speed at which power is replenished is far less than the speed at which it is consumed in the process of resisting the ravages of the Yuanchu Fire.
Therefore, every point is extremely valuable.
As the divine power quickly dissipated, the connection between Wu Zhu and Jiu Zhao's demonic blood gradually weakened.
It was like two broken lotus roots that had been stretched to the extreme, with only a shaky transparent thread left connecting the middle.
No matter who stepped forward and pulled it lightly, it would completely fall apart.
Correspondingly, the wounds on Jiu Zhao's body were slowly recovering.
The bloody and charred skin at the edges looked better now, no longer so shocking.
Wu Zhu couldn't cure her completely - in fact, ever since he lost the submandibular bead, even though he could occasionally absorb Jiu Zhao's power through the blood contract, according to his current condition, his strength was not even one-tenth of what it was at its peak.
The huge loss of divine power caused him to finally give up on maintaining the appearance of Zhu Yan and return to his original form.
Similarly, his spirit was weak and he had to degenerate into the form of an animal to stay alive.
Jiu Zhao was covered with phoenix feathers, and his dragon scales exploded.
Her burns were nourished by divine power and healed bit by bit, but the scales on his body were burnt crispy and fell off piece by piece.
Wu Zhu knew that what he was doing was wrong.
But he refused to think deeply.
It seems that once something is revealed, the situation will completely get out of control.
In his drowsiness, Jiu Zhao's frown, which had been tightly furrowed with pain, relaxed.
She murmured softly, and before she woke up, her body unconsciously moved closer to Wu Zhu, rubbing against him gently, eager to obtain more divine power.
Feeling Jiu Zhao's intimacy, which was completely different from when he was awake, Wu Zhu sighed slowly, "Master is so greedy."
As he was talking to himself, his body gradually became transparent.
“…But that’s all I can give.”
A self-deprecating smile appeared on his lips, and he withdrew his hands from casting the spell, turning them into red smoke that penetrated into Jiu Zhao's forehead.
…
"Master, you don't think we'll commit suicide here, right?"
The temperature of the Yuanchu Fire was getting higher and higher, but Jiu Zhao still showed no signs of Nirvana.
There was no one around her, and the young man's voice, expressing such an inappropriate sentiment, came from her mind—
Unable to endure the high heat of the Yuanchu Fire, Wu Zhu took advantage of her coma and inconvenience in resisting, abandoned the body he had worked so hard to condense, and escaped into the depths of her spiritual platform in the form of his Yuan body, never to come out again.
After returning to Lingtai, Wu Zhu became much more obedient and no longer used Zhu Yan's voice to cause trouble.
This made Jiu Zhao somewhat restrained the murderous intent that was aroused when he saw that he treated his body as a free inn and could come and go freely.
Now, listening to his ambiguous questions, she could only numbly ask back, "Were you really blind from the moment you were born? Otherwise, how could you be so ignorant? Suicide for love happens between men and women who are in love. There are no men and women in love here—"
"Could it be that you are in love with me?"
Jiu Zhao's mental state is not good, and daily practice has taken away all her energy.
She ended the conversation with a sentence that could have choked Wu Zhu to death, then lowered her eyes and began to treat the new wounds on her body.
Using the phoenix feather to barely cover the severely burned part, she crossed her legs with a blank expression, closed her eyes and prepared to start a new round of practice.
Suddenly, Wu Zhu's strange, almost dreamlike, voice popped up in his head again: "Yeah... Could it be that I love you?"
Jiu Zhao didn't say anything.
She paused for a few moments in closing her eyes, looking at a cluster of primordial fire falling from the sky like a meteor.
The firelight illuminated her dark, emotionless eyes.
As if he heard nothing, Jiu Zhao entered into a state of meditation and began to practice.
Not until her mind returned to silence and no trace of the previous conversation remained did she silently open her eyes and raise her wrist to take a look.
The bright red caused by the blood contract in the veins faded a little.
It is far less eye-catching than the large and small burn marks on the arms.
Jiu Zhao watched silently.
…
When Feng Yu's growth rate can no longer alleviate the extent of the injuries to his body.
Jiu Zhao simply transformed back into her original phoenix form.
She dispersed her immortal power into each feather, using the animal's body's stronger defense than the human body to resist the Yuanchu Fire.
In the original form of a phoenix, animal instincts can easily overwhelm reason, which is more in line with the expectations of the inner demon.
She used to be wary of Wu Zhu, fearing that she would fall into his trap, but now that her life was at stake, she couldn't care less.
The divine power sealed in the body of the God Emperor still did not respond.
At this point, Jiu Zhao couldn't help but smile bitterly: the wise and gifted Father God had missed a step after all. Even if he gave him all the divine power, it failed at the critical moment and he couldn't activate it. It seemed that the only outcome waiting for him was still death.
It is too difficult to mobilize the power of the top gods with the identity of a mere celestial being.
Jiu Zhao tried countless times, but the barrier surrounding his dantian not only remained motionless, but instead showed a tendency to thicken in times of danger.
With conventional methods failing, she tried to recall the battle situation in the Sunless Abyss, hoping to find some patterns.
At the beginning, the enemy she faced was the demigod Wu Zhu, whose strength was infinitely close to that of a god, and her own life was in serious danger.
Based on these two points, Jiu Zhao came up with two guesses.
Or, when you are really about to die, the divine power will be released automatically.
Or, if it feels an impact of equal force, the divine power will awaken on its own.
There is only one natal feather left, and once it is used up, he will die completely.
Jiu Zhao would not experiment with his own life unless it was absolutely necessary.
Then, the only way left is to borrow the divine power from Wu Zhu.
Although Jiu Zhao understood that Wu Zhu was deeply bound to her and had been laying the groundwork for so long, no matter what the purpose was, Wu Zhu would not let her die here as long as there was a glimmer of hope for survival - but she did not rashly mention this to him.
The fading of the blood color in his veins reminded her that Wu Zhu's true heart was gradually emerging.
All that is missing now is the right opportunity for him to discover his feelings and turn his liking into love.
Love.
Jiu Zhao silently recited the word again.
She didn't know why, but she, who used to pursue true love the most, has now become someone who exploits sincerity and emotions.
If she was still the carefree goddess living in Lihentian, such a change in herself would be enough to make her suffer and worry for a long time - but now, if she closed her eyes, she would face her father who might be poisoned, and Zhu Yan who was waiting for her to refine the magic and go back to save her life. If she opened her eyes, she would face the primordial fire that was everywhere and burned her body and soul. The current situation no longer allowed Jiu Zhao to be coy and hypocritical.
After a brief moment of confusion, Jiu Zhao's eyes became clear again.
She lowered her long neck and looked at the feathers that kept falling from her body after it was burned to charcoal.
A decision was silently brewing in my mind.
…
Ever since returning to Jiuzhao's body, Wu Zhu's perception of changes in the outside world has become less clear.
He remained silent all day and gradually lost his five senses.
The only thing that was clear was that his and Jiu Zhao's souls had reached the end of their strength after suffering day after day.
Whether he lived on as a puppet or died in defeat within the tree's heart, the crown prince of Sanqing Heaven was a win for him. He had no attachment to this world anyway, and as long as he could exact revenge on these immortals, especially Sichen, before his death, he would be content.
Because of their blood connection, Wu Zhu can even simulate Jiu Zhao's state in his mind.
If someone could split the Phoenix Tree open at this time to take a look, they might see a "roasted chicken".
Or was it just an over-roasted chicken with a dark, wrinkled exterior?
The phoenix feathers that protected the body were already few in number, and the Yuanchu Fire, which had reached its peak power, further burned the flesh, blood, and soul.
Jiu Zhao had already used up all his energy to stay alive, and they hadn't communicated for a long time.
Anyway, the day of her death has not come, and he can always linger on in the spirit altar.
Even if I really was going to die—
Wu Zhu didn't think too much about death.
No nostalgia, no fear.
He was even somewhat looking forward to and happy to die with Jiu Zhao.
As usual, Wu Zhu separated a wisp of his spiritual consciousness to check Jiu Zhao's current situation.
If he is awake, he will lie dormant obediently.
If she fell unconscious, he would release his remaining divine power and attach it to the most serious wound to relieve her pain a little.
This was all he could do.
God knows, his strength was almost exhausted, and every time he used his divine power, he had to pluck out a few dragon scales to enhance the effect.
Without divine power, there is no ability to heal oneself.
Where the dragon scales fell off, the skin and flesh that could not heal for a long time slowly rotted.
Fortunately, I am blind.
It was so rotten that maggots appeared and the bones were exposed, but you couldn't see them.
Having said that.
Jiu Zhao's spirit platform is so clean, even if it is rotten, how could it really be infested with maggots?
Wu Zhu was making a joke to himself in a miserable state. When his spiritual sense was half extended, Jiu Zhao's voice suddenly rang out in his mind.
It's low, but clear.
With a hint of resignation like stagnant water: "I have waited for decades, and I don't know if this result meets your expectations.
"But there's no way. I seem to be really going to die."
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