The next day, under a large tree in a forest, the tree branches covering that area suddenly began to tremble slightly. Immediately, a small white tiger with a pair of wings on its back crawled out from the tree hole covered by the tree branches. A pair of bright and pure eyes curiously looked all around as it continuously emitted a "wu wu wu wu" sound from its mouth.
The White Tiger's small head looked around and cried out for a long time. In the end, it sniffed the surroundings and left. The direction it left in was the same direction that Jianchen had gone.
The White Tiger was still very young. Its short limbs were unable to support its body to run on the ground. It could only crawl and roll forward step by step at an extremely slow speed.
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After an unknown amount of time, Jianchen finally awoke from his muddled state. He opened his eyes with some difficulty. The first thing that entered his eyes was a wooden roof. Although it was a little damaged, it was still very clean.
Suddenly, a splitting headache attacked Jianchen's head, causing Jianchen to involuntarily groan in pain. His head was extremely painful, causing his face to instantly become extremely pale without a trace of blood. His facial muscles constantly twitched and a heavy feeling of dizziness came over him. Jianchen's head tilted to the side and he fainted.
Not long after Jianchen fainted, a creaking sound rang out and the wooden door of the wooden hut opened. A twenty-year-old, tiger-looking fatty walked in from outside. He directly arrived in front of Jianchen and looked at the unconscious Jianchen. He extended his hand to rub his head and muttered, "Strange, I clearly heard a sound just now. Why hasn't he woken up yet? He's already been unconscious for three days." Afterwards, the fatty left the wooden hut.
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The White Tiger did not sleep or rest for three consecutive days as it continuously crawled and rolled in the same direction. It even fell a few times when it encountered a steep area. However, its tender skin did not cause any harm to it. It was just that its snow-white fur had turned grey and was covered in mud.
After three days of hard work, it had finally arrived at the place where Jianchen and the eight Heaven Saint Masters were fighting.
The White Tiger used its nose to sniff the area in front of it. It immediately let out a hurried 'wuuuuu' sound, as if it was very sad, as if it was crying. It then put in even more effort to crawl forward. Very soon, it arrived in front of a ground dyed red with blood. The blood here had already dried up, leaving behind a blood-red mark on the ground. There were even some dried up pieces of organs left on the ground.
The little white tiger continuously let out sorrowful cries. Its small tiger head looked around and finally sniffed the dried blood on the ground. Then, it put the pieces of the internal organs into its mouth and ate them one mouthful at a time.
Although the innards were already dried up, they still contained a lot of energy. After eating the crushed innards, the little white tiger's four limbs seemed to become more powerful. It was able to support its body and stand up straight. In the end, a few sharp canine teeth grew out of its mouth at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The White Tiger swallowed the organs on the ground as it let out a sorrowful 'wuuuu' sound. Not long after, the organs on the ground had been completely devoured by the White Tiger.
At this time, although the White Tiger's body did not change too much, its movements became even more nimble than before. Its four limbs were sturdy and powerful, and when it walked, it was no longer as difficult as before.
The White Tiger opened its mouth and directly bit off a piece of dirt on the ground. A moment later, it spat the dirt out from its mouth. The dirt that it spat out had already returned to its original color. The dried up blood that had been mixed in with the dirt had already disappeared.
For a total of ten hours, the White Tiger constantly gnawed at the dirt on the ground, absorbing the blood within the dirt. Not only did it contain Jianchen's blood, it also contained the blood of a Heaven Saint Master. It contained quite a bit of energy. To the current White Tiger, this was a rather good supplement.
As it absorbed more blood, the White Tiger also became more robust. The teeth that had just grown out of its mouth also became sharper and sharper.
After absorbing all of the blood in the dirt, the White Tiger strolled around the area in a rather sturdy manner. Its nose constantly sniffed around, and in the end, it ran towards a direction as if it was flying. The pair of wings on its back also unfurled, flapping up and down as it ran.
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Scenes constantly flashed through the unconscious Jianchen's mind. At times, he would see a chaotic space, and at other times, he would see a strange gas. At times, he would see an old man with a head full of white hair and a ruddy complexion. At times, he would see a large red cloud drifting through the sky, constantly raining down ten thousand bolts of lightning that could tear space apart. At times, he would see two divine swords, one purple and one green, happily flying through the air like a pair of lovers, letting out a carefree sword hum. At times, he would see an old man with white hair and a ruddy complexion controlling the two divine swords to fly through the air, constantly chopping off the heads of Magical Beasts. At times, he would see the two divine swords combine in the air, bringing with them the power to destroy the world as they battled in the endless void, causing the space to shatter.
Finally, Jianchen saw the two divine swords shatter into fragments that filled the sky. From within, two faint purple and green rays of light flew into the ground of a mountain range, disappearing without a trace … …
After an unknown amount of time, his sleeping consciousness finally slowly awakened. Jianchen slowly opened his eyes. Suddenly, a wave of headache attacked Jianchen's brain again. However, compared to before, the injury this time was much lighter. Therefore, Jianchen endured for a while, and the pain gradually disappeared.
Jianchen's gaze was somewhat blank as he looked around. He discovered that he was currently lying in a small wooden house made of wood. He was sleeping on a hard wooden bed, and there were many footprints on the wooden floor. The small wooden house was not big, only about two zhang in length and width. The furnishings inside were also very simple.
"Where is this?" Jianchen looked around blankly, his face filled with confusion. Just when he wanted to climb up from the bed, a heart-wrenching pain came from his body, mercilessly destroying Jianchen's expression.
The intense pain caused Jianchen to uncontrollably let out a groan. His forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat. His originally somewhat rosy face had also become pale because of the destruction of the pain.
Jianchen clenched his teeth and strenuously raised his head to look at the situation of his body. At this moment, he was immediately stunned. A huge hole with a diameter of thirty centimeters had appeared in his chest, almost splitting his chest in two. His entire body had become a horrible sight to behold. Dried blood scars and vicious wounds were everywhere, causing one's hair to stand on end.
Looking at the situation of his body, memories surged out from Jianchen's head like a tidal wave. The scene of the battle with the eight Heaven Saint Masters immediately appeared in his mind.
"Am I not dead?" Jianchen's face became blank for a moment, but he soon came back to his senses. His eyes immediately filled with wild joy.
"I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm actually not dead!" Jianchen was unable to hide his excitement. His entire body began to tremble slightly, but soon after, it affected the wounds on his body. The pain caused Jianchen to grit his teeth and grit his teeth. It was unspeakably painful.
After a while, the intense pain slowly receded. Jianchen's entire body seemed to have collapsed as he lay on the bed, gasping for breath. When he calmed down, he immediately focused his mind and calmed down, sensing the situation of his body.
The situation of his body was like an incomparably clear picture that appeared in Jianchen's mind. Jianchen's perception was actually ten times stronger than before, but he didn't have time to feel happy about this. He didn't even notice the changes in his body before he was completely stunned by the terrible situation in his body.
The injuries in his body were extremely severe. It was simply a terrible mess. His five viscera, six bowels, and various other organs had all disappeared. Even his heart had been shattered into powder. Suffering such heavy injuries shouldn't have been able to survive, but Jianchen was still alive.
This wasn't even the most serious thing. What Jianchen couldn't accept was that the Light Wind Sword that he had painstakingly cultivated for ten years had actually disappeared from his Dantian. Even the Azure and Violet Sword Spirits that resided in his Dantian were nowhere to be found.
His Saint Weapon had been completely shattered, and not a single bit of it was left. His Dantian had lost its source of power, and his ten years of painstaking cultivation had gone down the drain.
Jianchen was completely stunned. Having lost his Saint Weapon, he was no different from a person who had lost all of his martial arts. He had gone from a talented expert to an ordinary person who didn't know any martial arts. This matter was not a light blow to Jianchen.
"Could it be that I've already become a cripple?" Jianchen's eyes were empty as he stared blankly at the ceiling. His heart was filled with unwillingness. This was because he still had many things to do, and to do these things, he needed to possess great strength.
"Creak!"
At this time, the door was opened and a middle-aged man in simple clothes walked in. He was about 40 years old and had a resolute face. Although he was wearing rough clothes embroidered with patches, it still couldn't hide the extraordinary temperament of the middle-aged man.
"You're awake." The middle aged man calmly looked at Jianchen and said.
Jianchen returned to his senses and looked at the middle aged man with a blank expression. He softly said, "Thank you for saving me."
The middle aged man walked in front of Jianchen and looked at his injuries. He lightly smiled and said, "You're really lucky. Even after suffering such heavy injuries, your soul still hasn't dissipated. If it was anyone else, even if they were a Heaven Saint Master, they definitely wouldn't have been able to survive."
The middle aged man paused for a moment before continuing, "Your injuries are very bad. All of your organs have been destroyed. Unless you have a high level Radiant Saint Master to heal you, it will be very difficult for you to recover."
Jianchen remained silent. Right now, his mood was extremely low. His Saint Weapon had been shattered, and he had lost all of his martial arts. This was a very big blow to him.
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