After the middle-aged man left, the room fell into a deathly silence. The only sound that could be heard was Jianchen's faint breathing. Jianchen stared blankly at the roof of the wooden hut. His Saint Weapon had been destroyed, and over ten years of hard work had gone to waste. Moreover, it just so happened to be the time when he needed strength the most. Jianchen found it very difficult to accept this.
He wanted to return home. He wanted the Huayun Sect to pay the price. He wanted revenge. There were far, far too many things he had yet to do, and to do all of them, he needed great strength. But now, he had been reduced to a cripple. Moreover, it was said that he would never be able to cultivate Saint Force again. Even if he could cultivate again, who knew how long it would take for him to reach the level of an Earth Saint Master again. At this time, the Kingdom of Gesun was facing a calamity. Whether or not Changyang Prefecture could continue to exist was still unknown. He simply did not have the time to cultivate again.
At this time, the closed door was opened again, and a plain-looking, honest-looking little fatty of about 20 years old walked in. He was wearing a simple cloth robe.
The little fatty arrived by Jianchen's side. Seeing Jianchen open his eyes, his face immediately lit up with joy. He said, "Hey, you've finally woken up. You've been unconscious for many days."
The depressed Jianchen acted as if he did not hear the little fatty's words. His eyes continued to stare blankly at the roof of the wooden hut.
Seeing Jianchen's empty eyes, a trace of suspicion appeared on the little fatty's face. He raised his head to look at the roof of the wooden hut before waving his hand in front of Jianchen's eyes. He said, "Hey, are you alright? Why do you keep staring at the roof? What's there to look at?"
Jianchen still did not reply.
He didn't even bat an eyelid.
The little fatty scratched his head and frowned. He murmured, "I heard my father say that you were supposed to be dead, but your soul didn't dissipate. Could it be that your soul was damaged? Don't tell me you've become stupid."
The little fatty stretched out a pair of chubby hands, wanting to shake Jianchen, as if to make Jianchen come back to his senses. However, when he saw the terrifying wounds on Jianchen's body, his hands suddenly stopped in mid-air. He muttered, "You're so heavily injured. If I move your body, it will definitely worsen your injuries. No, no, I can't do that. Hey, are you okay? Did you hear what I said?" The little fatty's bright eyes stared unblinkingly at Jianchen, full of hope.
Jianchen's eyes finally moved. He stared at the little fatty with a stupefied expression and asked softly, "Who are you?"
"Haha, you've finally spoken. It seems you haven't become stupid. I thought something had happened to you." The little fatty immediately became happy and introduced himself, "Hello, I'm Xiu Tianyu. However, the people in the village call me little fatty, so you can call me that too. Right, do you still remember your name?"
"My name is Jianchen." Jianchen said weakly. After he finished speaking, his somewhat empty eyes stared blankly at the ceiling again.
"Wow, so you still remember your name. It seems you haven't become stupid. That's great." The little fatty immediately became excited, as if he was happy that Jianchen had not become "stupid".
The little fatty quickly calmed down. He stared curiously at the hideous wounds on Jianchen's body and asked, "Jianchen, the wounds on your body are so scary. What kind of magical beast did you get bitten by? How about I ask my father to help you catch that magical beast? Don't worry, my father is very powerful. He will definitely catch that magical beast and avenge you."
"Hey, why aren't you talking again? Why don't you like to talk?"
"Hey, hey, hey, what's so good about the roof? Why do you keep staring at the roof? I built this little wooden house two years ago. Is there anything wrong with it?"
"Hey, Jianchen, say something. Don't you like to talk to others?"
Then, Jianchen did not say a word and stared blankly at the roof. The little fatty was so anxious that he kept scratching his head and ears.
"Tianyu!" A voice rang out from behind. The middle-aged man who had left earlier had returned to the room.
"Father, come get him. Why does he keep staring blankly at the roof? He clearly hasn't become stupid." The little fatty looked at the middle-aged man in a pleading manner.
The middle-aged man said gently, "Tianyu, this little brother has suffered some trauma. He hasn't recovered yet. Let him calm down for a while."
"Oh, so that's how it is. Father, I'll be going then." The little fatty left the wooden house.
The middle-aged man arrived before Jianchen and took out a round pill the size of a thumb. He said, "I know it's hard for you to accept the trauma right now. Don't think too much about it right now. Focus on recovering. Surviving is the most important thing." With that, the middle-aged man flicked the white pill into Jianchen's mouth.
"This is a Class 8 Radiant Spirit Pill. Although it can't completely heal your wounds, it can at least mend that huge hole in your chest." With that, the middle-aged man left.
Jianchen's entire body was enveloped by a layer of milky-white light. The tiny pill was filled with extremely dense Radiant Saint Force. The Radiant Saint Force was so powerful that even when Jianchen controlled it as hard as he could, it was not even a hundredth of the Radiant Saint Force.
This was a difference in 'quality'.
Jianchen's entire body was enveloped by Radiant Saint Force. His wounds healed at an unbelievable rate while new flesh rapidly grew out of the huge hole in his chest. Before long, the hole was completely covered up.
At the same time, Jianchen's terrifying wounds healed at a visible rate. The dried blood that had already formed scabs peeled off from Jianchen's body like a layer of old skin, revealing the white, tender skin underneath. It did not even leave behind a single scar.
In just ten minutes, Jianchen had completely changed. The wounds on the surface of his body had completely healed without leaving behind a single scar. His entire body seemed extremely perfect. At this moment, the Radiant Saint Force finally ran out and gradually dispersed.
Although Jianchen's wounds had completely healed on the surface, his internal wounds were still the same. The Radiant Saint Force within the Class 8 Radiant Spirit Pill was extremely powerful, but it was not enough after all. It was unable to completely heal Jianchen's internal wounds.
Even so, Jianchen was still moved. Some light returned to his empty eyes as he sensed the changes in his body. He sighed sorrowfully and murmured, "What do I do now? How do I recover my strength? I need to be powerful. What do I do now?"
At this moment, Jianchen's head shuddered. Only then did he suddenly discover that there seemed to be something extra in his head. His soul seemed to have become even more powerful than before.
Jianchen was immediately stunned when he sensed the changes in his head. He returned to his senses and immediately closed his eyes. With a thought, he suddenly arrived in a strange space.
The surroundings of the space were chaotic. Nothing could be seen clearly. At the center of the space, two streaks of light, one violet and one azure, hovered in the air. They wrapped around a small rock that glowed with multicolored light as they slowly revolved.
"T- these are the sword spirits. Why have they come here? And where am I?" Jianchen stared at the sword spirits in front of him with his mouth agape. He was filled with doubt.
Suddenly, the sword spirits trembled slightly and sent out a message. The sword spirits had their own intelligence and thoughts. It was just that they were too weak to speak. They used a mysterious method to convey their thoughts to Jianchen so that Jianchen could understand.
"Space of consciousness? This is my space of consciousness? "Jianchen understood what the sword spirits were trying to convey.
Soon after, the sword spirits continuously sent out waves of consciousness to convey their thoughts to Jianchen in a mysterious way.
A moment later.
Jianchen finally understood his current situation.
"I was already dead. It was the sword spirits who saved me and protected my soul …"
"Now my soul has already fused with the sword spirits …"
Jianchen finally understood his current situation. He didn't know whether to be happy or worried. After communicating with the sword spirits, he understood that his soul had already fused with them and was living in a very special way.
He didn't even know if he was the original him or if he was the sword spirits.
Jian Chen was stunned for a moment before calming down. This result left him extremely shocked and in disbelief. His soul had actually fused with the Azulet Sword Spirits, and the Azulet Sword Spirits also maintained their own intelligence. Although it was a fusion, the two still maintained their original thoughts. It was just that they existed in an extremely peculiar way.
"Just what is going on? How did it become like this?" Jianchen muttered to himself in his space of consciousness. This kind of thing was just too mysterious to him.
Another stream of consciousness was transmitted from the sword spirits.
"I'm still me. The Azulet Sword Spirits are still here. They've only used this method to save me and preserve my life," Jian Chen murmured after understanding what the Azulet Sword Spirits were trying to say.
…
He couldn't feel the flow of time in his space of consciousness at all. It was as if time had stopped. Jianchen didn't know how long he had been in there. Finally, he began to accept this reality and left the space of consciousness.
When Jianchen opened his eyes again, the first thing that entered his vision was still the roof of the wooden hut. At this time, Jianchen truly noticed that his soul had become much stronger than before. He could even easily sense everything within a thousand meters. Previously, he had been feeling down, so he didn't notice the changes in his soul.
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