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Yan Zhaoge was calm, not panicking in the slightest.
Advancing within this darkness, it was undoubtedly another tempering of his mind and will.
Any weakness, laziness, or wavering would allow the darkness to take advantage of it. Through resisting the temptation of the darkness, Yan Zhaoge's willpower rose once more, expelling the impurities within his mind.
At the end, Yan Zhaoge strolled leisurely within the boundless darkness, relaxed and at ease. While there was darkness that could pull people into the deep abyss, it was completely ineffective against him.
At this moment, Yan Zhaoge felt something. Smiling, he raised his head. Above his head in the darkness, a pair of jet-black eyes appeared, silently gazing at him.
Within the silent darkness, Yan Zhaoge did not speak, the black eyes also not emitting any sound, but a strange connection was formed between the two.
The black eyes were emotionless, seemingly acknowledging Yan Zhaoge's existence as they gradually closed, no longer appearing, as if they had never existed in the first place.
Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly. At this moment, his consciousness had freely retreated from the world of darkness.
Seeing light once more before his eyes, Yan Zhaoge played with the small black incense burner rather interestedly.
Flipping it over, he saw two ancient characters inscribed at the bottom of the incense burner.
Devouring Earth.
Yan Zhaoge thought of how Zhao Hao had also shouted these two words when he had clashed with him earlier.
"Earth Devouring Burner?" Yan Zhaoge pondered.
This was not an ordinary treasure, nor was it a spirit artifact, but it seemed to possess its own spirituality and will.
That pair of black eyes was not a mental imprint left behind by someone else, but a manifestation of the Earth Devouring Burner itself after it had gained spirituality.
Yan Zhaoge muttered to himself, "Interesting, wanting to truly grasp this treasure and not use it clumsily like Zhao Hao, I'm afraid that I'll have to spend some effort."
Keeping the incense burner. Yan Zhaoge stood where he was, continuing to meditate quietly.
Previously, he had also expended a great deal of energy. It wasn't that he was completely exhausted. It was also the battle that consumed the most Yuan Qi in history.
Fighting against Liu Shengfeng, Zhao Hao and the others was fine. What was crucial was that his vital energies had fused with the fragment of the Eye of the Thunder Emperor, allowing him to activate An Instant's Thunder and ignite the power of the Saint Artifact fragment in an instant.
Although Yan Zhaoge himself would not act like he was currently retracting the fragment of the Eye of the Thunder Emperor. His Essence Qi had completely dried up, but he also felt like a thief had left.
However, it would not be difficult for Yan Zhaoge to recover.
In his dantian's sea of energy, the mass of chaotic energy vibrated and split into streams of ice and fire. Yin and Yang complemented each other and rapidly nourished his nearly dried up vitality.
Comparatively speaking, the Eye of the Thunder Emperor fragment was much more troublesome.
The purple orb formed by the Sacred Artifact's fragment dimmed. It was like a grey stone bead, without the slightest luster.
As Yan Zhaoge communicated with it mentally, he could only feel a miniscule amount of spirituality as the other party seemed to have sunk into a deep slumber that resembled a fake death.
He wanted to turn it back into lightning and merge it with his right eye, but he couldn't do it for the time being.
As Yan Zhaoge regulated his breathing, he pondered, "After all, it is only a fragment, not the true Sacred Artifact of the past, the Eye of the Thunder Emperor."
"It is rumoured that at its peak, the Eye of the Thunder Emperor, An Instant's Thunder, cleaves the heavens and cleaves the earth. Heaven and Earth Split, and in the next instant, its power will be restored to its original state. "
"Just like how we breathe, an exhalation. It is a bolt of divine thunder that shatters space. As it inhales, the surrounding essence of the heavens and the earth will all replenish itself. "
"And now, having exhausted all of its power, wanting to accumulate it once more, I'm afraid that a very long time will be needed. When it is used the next time, it will be fine if I don't use An Instant's Thunder. Otherwise, it will still be like this time, exhausting everything in one go. "
Yan Zhaoge let out a long breath, his condition recovering greatly, "Luckily, I established a close connection with the Eye of the Thunder Emperor earlier. Otherwise, things would have been much more troublesome this time ah."
"Tsk, after returning this time, I definitely have to properly strengthen my attainments in formations," Yan Zhaoge shook his head, turning to look in another direction.
There, Ye Zhongzhou, Zhang Yao and the others supported each other, bandaging their wounds and regulating their breathing to alleviate their injuries.
Seeing Yan Zhaoge look over, Ye Zhongzhou sighed emotionally, "Junior Brother Yan, it was all thanks to you this time. Otherwise, we would all have lost our lives."
"Not only would we have died at Liu Shengfeng's hands, more importantly, the opening of the Great Nine Underworlds Door would have been disastrous."
Yan Zhaoge walked over, "Senior Brother Ye is polite. At a time like this, having the ability to do something, I naturally couldn't just stand by and watch."
"It's just that in order to break the formation earlier, I needed some time to prepare. I've made you suffer."
Zhang Yao shook her head repeatedly, "Senior Brother Yan, don't say that; it was you who saved us."
Li Jingwan said, "If Senior Brother Yan had not stopped the opening of the Great Nine Underworlds Door in time, we would still have died at the end of the day, still having the possibility of falling into Liu Shengfeng's hands, suffering even more pain, even more torture."
As she said this, she swivelled her head to look in the other direction. There, Liu Shengfeng lay limply on the ground, half dead, while the other two fallen practitioners who had already been killed by Yan Zhaoge had already vanished without a trace.
Ruan Ping was currently bandaging his wounds. His face was pale and his expression weak, but his gaze was cold.
He stood right by Liu Shengfeng's side, looking down on him as he lay on the ground.
Liu Shengfeng barely managed to squeeze out a fawning smile that was filled with fear, "Senior … Brother Ruan, you are a great person and do not stoop to petty offenses … ah!"
The latter half of his words were stuck in his throat, replaced by a tragic cry.
Ruan Ping forcefully stomped down on Liu Shengfeng's body.
Liu Shengfeng's chest had long since been a mess of flesh and blood. Now, being stomped down by Ruan Ping, he was instantly in so much pain that he wished he were dead.
Ruan Ping laboriously moved his foot, then stomped down on the wound on Liu Shengfeng's severed arm.
Liu Shengfeng sucked in a breath of cold air, unable to even let out a tragic cry.
Yan Zhaoge came to Ruan Ping's side. Looking at him, Ruan Ping was silent for a moment before saying, "Many thanks for saving my life."
"You're welcome," Yan Zhaoge nodded. Ruan Ping hesitated slightly, "You want to stop me?"
Yan Zhaoge waved his hands, "What are you talking about? Sparing his life was specifically for you to deal with."
As he said this, Yan Zhaoge made a grabbing motion with his palm, threads of black light being sucked out from the wound on Liu Shengfeng's severed arm, landing within Yan Zhaoge's palm, "I was just a little interested in the technique he used to temporarily reconstruct his severed arm."
Keeping the black light, Yan Zhaoge turned and walked away, "Do what you need to do; don't worry about me."
Ruan Ping nodded, gazing down at Liu Shengfeng once more. A look of despair instantly surfaced within Liu Shengfeng's eyes.
Looking at the tragic cries of Liu Shengfeng, Ye Zhongzhou frowned slightly, sighing, not saying a word. Li Jingwan and Zhang Yao both turned their heads to the other side.
Xiao Yu, who was also of the same clan as Liu Shengfeng, was currently a little dazed, seemingly thinking about something.
Yan Zhaoge's gaze instead turned towards the place where the golden tower had previously been.
That place was already a stretch of dilapidated walls, but amidst the rubble, there seemed to be something existing.
[It's going to be 515 soon; I hope that I can continue charging towards the 515 Red Packet Rankings. On the 15th of May, the rain of red packets will be able to reward the readers as well as publicise my work. Being together is also love; I will definitely do my best!] (To be continued.)
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