Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 247 - 248: Life After the Catastrophe (1st Update) (Please Bookmark, Tip, and Recommend)

Chapter 247: Chapter 248: Life After the Catastrophe (1st Update) (Please Bookmark, Tip, and Recommend)

This blast was powerful enough to blow away all creatures within a hundred miles of the entire sea area. Countless water evaporated, creating waves that roared like a tsunami.

The power of a Saint self-destructing was enough to shake heaven and earth.

Shortly after the explosion, a figure swiftly returned to the site of the explosion, and that figure was none other than the ancient dragon turtle.

He continuously looked around, seemingly searching for something until he finally saw a body floating on the sea.

He moved quickly, diving down to grab the body and then promptly left.

Not long after the ancient dragon turtle left, two figures suddenly appeared at that location, both having broken through space to arrive, controlling the fearsome existence of the Space Law.

Two Saints arrived at the scene.

These two Saints also continuously looked around, observing everything in the vicinity.

"Chu Heng really self-destructed, who forced his hand?" Although he ranks low among the Saints, there are only a few Saints in the entire Martial Kingdom, and there shouldn’t be anyone bold enough to confront him openly."

One Saint, with sparkling eyes, spoke as though bewildered.

"Our Saints from the Martial God Academy would not make a move, and the old folks of the royal family of the Martial Kingdom and the Four Great Sects wouldn’t either."

"Although the Saints from the Four Great Sects might have a motive, blatantly killing Chu Heng is not within their guts. Right now, the only ones capable of doing all this must be those old folks from the Black Market."

Another Saint analyzed and spoke.

For a Saint like Chu Heng to be killed in Martial Kingdom is not an easy task; after all, even though Chu Heng was at the first tier of Divine Power, he was indeed a Saint.

There aren’t more than twenty Saints throughout the whole Martial Kingdom, and to kill a Saint like Chu Heng, one must be at least a Saint in the seventh tier of Divine Power or higher.

With such a narrowed scope, there were very few who could do this.

"Those old folks in the Black Market dared to move against Chu Heng? Don’t they want to make peace?"

"Not necessarily, let’s first find out what exactly happened."

As the Saint spoke, he suddenly vomited a mouthful of fresh blood, and in front of him, a water mirror condensed.

The image in this water mirror was the last moment of Saint Chu Heng’s self-destruction, but the mirror shattered in an instant.

Within it, only a white-haired man appeared, with no one else visible.

Predicting a Saint, even with their status as Saints, was extremely difficult, let alone predicting something that had already happened. Recreating all of this in an instant was not easy.

"Such a strange person, could it be that he is not a Saint from our Martial Kingdom?"

The Saint, upon seeing this white-haired man, furrowed his brows.

There had never been anyone like this among the Saints of the Martial Kingdom, and no wonder he suspected this person might not be from Martial Kingdom.

After all, they knew all the Saints of the Martial Kingdom.

"No, this white-haired man is not a Saint. The power in his body is demonic power!"

Another Saint suddenly realized and recognized the identity of the ancient dragon turtle.

"This should be a demonic god, and this sea area must be his domain," he sighed heavily as he spoke, "Chu Heng chased Chu Fengmian into this sea area, likely intruding into this demonic god’s domain, which led to the god slaying him."

Although they speculated, they never imagined that Saint Chu Heng would actually be killed by a demonic god.

"Chu Fengmian probably also died at the hands of that demonic god. Otherwise, he would have been killed by Chu Heng’s self-destruction. It’s a pity, all the immense wealth on his person, including the Abundance Stele, has now fallen into the hands of that demonic god."

Another saint sighed and spoke, lamenting the massive wealth on Chu Fengmian they had hoped to obtain, which now seemed unattainable.

They couldn’t justify a direct confrontation with a demonic god.

"Let’s go. Well, it’s good that the trouble with Chu Fengmian is finally resolved. Just report Chu Heng’s situation back to the academy."

The two saints exchanged glances and then simultaneously, they moved and departed.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Ancient Dragon Turtle carried Chu Fengmian’s body back to a cave on a deserted island.

Chu Fengmian’s body was mutilated and bloodied by the explosion, with injuries so severe that even the Battle Dragon Technique couldn’t heal him immediately.

Chu Fengmian’s breath had grown extremely weak, as if he could perish at any moment.

"With such a powerful explosion, he still has breath left. The young master really has profound luck. I just don’t know if he can survive this time."

The Ancient Dragon Turtle looked at Chu Fengmian and sighed.

The injuries on Chu Fengmian could no longer be healed by external force. Whether he could survive and recover or succumb to his wounds depended solely on Chu Fengmian himself.

All the Ancient Dragon Turtle could do now was guard the entrance to ensure no one disturbed Chu Fengmian.

By now, Chu Fengmian had completely passed out. His mind was a blank, overwhelmed by the explosion’s severity.

Even though he had urgently gathered his strength to its limit, he was still on the brink of death. Within the blurred flesh of Chu Fengmian, the phantom of the ancient war dragon was still discernible.

In this phantom, precisely one hundred drops of ancient war dragon’s blood had converged and transformed into a miniature version of the ancient war dragon, continuously supplying power within Chu Fengmian’s body.

One day, two days, three days.

Chu Fengmian still hadn’t woken up, his mind still blank, but his injuries seemed to have slightly improved.

This comatose state persisted for nearly three months until, after three months, Chu Fengmian’s injuries had completely healed.

The aura of Spiritual Power on his body had calmed, and his strength began to return.

At last, Chu Fengmian slowly opened his eyes, the first sight that greeted him being a cavern.

Chu Fengmian turned his head and immediately saw the Ancient Dragon Turtle beside him.

The Ancient Dragon Turtle, sensing Chu Fengmian’s awakening, quickly approached.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

Chu Fengmian slowly got up, feeling sore and numb. Although he had no idea how long he had been asleep, Chu Fengmian knew it wasn’t short.

"Young master, you have been unconscious for three months."

Three months.

With the ferocious recovery capabilities of the Battle Dragon Technique, non-fatal injuries typically healed in a day. The fact that Chu Fengmian had been unconscious for three full months before finally waking indicated the severity of his wounds.