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Yan Zhaoge lowered his head to look at Fang Zhun whose skin was pale as paper, as though he was in deep slumber, before looking at the black hole once more.
The Lofty Prestige Mirror's light was gradually losing its grip on the black hole.
Having lost the intentional effect of Yuan Zhengfeng and Fang Zhun, the entrance to the black hole gradually began to close.
The endless space-time turbulence presented a chaotic scene. Yuan Zhengfeng's figure gradually moved further and further away, disappearing within it.
The old man wasn't tall, and was even a little thin. He had always been towering and majestic, and at this moment, it was as if he was the center of the world.
Standing within the air, Yan Zhaoge lifted Fang Zhun's body with his true essence, bowing solemnly towards the vanished Yuan Zhengfeng and the black hole.
Maintaining his bowing posture for a long time, Yan Zhaoge said softly, "Grand Master, please take care. We will definitely meet again."
With a swipe of his palm, his true essence surged, enveloping the faint mist of blood remaining on Fang Zhun's body before collecting it.
Yan Zhaoge sucked in a deep breath, looking at his second apprentice-uncle once more.
Probing with his true essence, Yan Zhaoge could feel that Fang Zhun's situation was indeed extremely terrible.
Sacrificing his own essence blood and will to form a sword had caused Fang Zhun to suffer a great blow to his vitality, almost causing him to perish.
Yuan Zhengfeng's words were not wrong. Even if he was not devoured by the black hole, the current Fang Zhun could still perish at any time.
The reason why Yuan Zhengfeng had gone all out in sending Fang Zhun out was actually because he had held on to the slightest hope that Yan Zhaoge and the others would be able to save Fang Zhun.
They especially hoped that Yan Zhaoge, who was currently present, would be able to save them at the first possible moment.
Yan Zhaoge did not disappoint Yuan Zhengfeng as he retrieved six long, thin golden needles from his Shadow Shrinking Pouch, wielding them like the wind as they quickly landed on six of Fang Zhun's major acupoints.
Then, his true essence poured unceasingly into Fang Zhun's body.
The true essence of Yan Zhaoge's entire body was currently extremely abundant, just that it had yet to be refined. At this moment, using it to stabilize Fang Zhun's condition was naturally not a problem.
At the same time, another nine golden needles landed on Yan Zhaoge's body. Yan Zhaoge once more applied the needles, leaving them on Fang Zhun's body, not removing them.
Finally, Yan Zhaoge brought his palms together, the Clear Qi Robe enveloping Fang Zhun's body once more.
A golden thread extended from each of the fifteen golden needles, connecting with the Clear Qi Robe, guiding the streams of clear qi of the Clear Qi Robe to augment Fang Zhun's body.
Yan Zhaoge observed carefully, only letting out a sigh of relief when he saw that some color had finally returned to his second apprentice-uncle's pale face.
"For the time being, his condition has been stabilized and will not worsen. However, a long period of recuperation is still required before he can awaken. He cannot do without the protection of the Clear Qi Robe, requiring this Sacred Artifact to constantly watch over second apprentice-uncle."
Yan Zhaoge let out a long breath, the spiritual light behind his head vanishing.
He looked at the surroundings of the abyss. Although the black fog still lingered, it had already returned to its original state.
Even though it was still a land of death, the Nine Underworlds baleful qi and terrifying devilish qi had finally become much fainter.
He lowered his head and looked down. After the huge golden talisman had sealed the Door of the Nine Underworlds once again, it had already gradually disappeared and was once again hidden in the black fog.
The blood-soaked battle between him and his grandmaster and the others had not been in vain.
Barring any major accidents, this seal would last for a very long time.
Thinking of this, Yan Zhaoge knit his brows slightly, swivelling his head to look at that great golden seal amidst space.
Not to mention the fact that the seal had been used to seal the Nine Serenities Gate for so many years without being broken, the original owner of the seal had left behind a fist avatar that had actually resealed the Nine Serenities Gate in this place.
While it was far from being able to stand against the entire Nine Underworlds and the numerous Evil Devils within, the Door of the Nine Underworlds here was an actual dimensional passageway.
A fist-intent incarnation that had remained for so many years had directly sealed the dimensional passageway between the two worlds. What level had the cultivation base of the original owner of the great golden seal been at?
Logically speaking, such power should not have been tolerated by the Eight Extremities World.
While those two Nine Underworlds True Devils had gradually broken the seal earlier, rushing into the Eight Extremities World, after seeing them, Yan Zhaoge had been able to feel that even if they had come to the Eight Extremities World in their complete form, their strength would actually still not be complete.
While they would still be extremely powerful, they would be suppressed to a state equivalent to the peak of the third level of the Martial Saint realm.
Yan Zhaoge felt that the true strength of those two Martial Saints had been even greater than this.
Connecting this with the message left behind by his mother, Xue Chuqing, Yan Zhaoge speculated that if one's cultivation base surpassed the third level of the Martial Saint realm, they would likely not be able to remain in the Eight Extremities World any longer.
In the Eight Extremities World of post-Great Calamity times, no expert of the fourth level of the Martial Saint realm had been confirmed to have appeared.
The Exalted Heaven Shaker Zhan Dongge with the greatest combat strength had perished at the second level of the Martial Saint realm.
The Purple Sun Martial Saint Zhang Chao with the highest cultivation base had been at the third level of the Martial Saint realm when he had gone missing. However, according to the speculations of the other experts, the Heaven Diviner Zhan Xilou included, when he had last appeared in front of the world, Zhang Chao should still not have reached the peak of the third level of the Martial Saint realm.
In other words, it was still not time for him to attempt a breakthrough into the fourth level of the Martial Saint realm.
Still, this was just the guess of others. The exact situation of the Purple Sun Martial Saint Zhang Chao had always been a mystery.
While there were mortals who had said that the Sacred Sun Saint Zhang Chao had ascended, the Sacred Sun Clan had always kept this a secret, not giving a clear explanation.
Therefore, the question of whether the fourth level of the Martial Saint realm could remain in the Eight Extremities World could not be verified now.
However, after having seen the situation of those two true Devils today, Yan Zhaoge felt that this guess was true.
"A fist-intent that has been left behind for so many years is already able to seal the Great Nine Underworlds Door that has truly been opened. Such power is not simple at all. How was he able to remain in the Eight Extremities World back then?"
Yan Zhaoge gazed at that great golden seal, "This thing of yours is not simple either."
The eruption of the great golden seal earlier had shaken the entire Eight Extremities World as if it could not be tolerated by the heavens and the earth. Yan Zhaoge would not overlook this.
And the power of that eruption had still been far from the limits of this treasure!
It had been able to remain in the Eight Extremities World precisely because it was in a slumbering state, its power never fully unleashed.
Yan Zhaoge had still seen such an existence in the current Eight Extremities World, just that there had only been one of them.
The Extreme Yin Crown!
While this Sacred Artifact looked mighty and mighty as it possessed great power when wielded by a Maiden of Extreme Yin of the Martial Scholar realm, the Extreme Yin Crown was actually in a slumbering state as well. Stimulated by Meng Wan and the others, it was like opening its eyes slightly in its sleep as it could not even be considered a lazy stretch.
After all, Meng Wan and the others' cultivation levels were still low.
"Extreme Yin Crown …" Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes into slits, "… Extreme Yang Seal."
Just now, as Yan Zhaoge had circulated his profound art, executing the Extreme Yang Scripture that he was still not proficient in and communicating with that fist-intent incarnation, in that instant when the great golden seal had been unleashed, a bizarre scene had suddenly appeared within his mind.
Colorful illusions of light and shadow finally condensed into a consciousness.
Sacred Artifact, Extreme Yang Seal.
What Yan Zhaoge took note of was that amongst those numerous scenes of light, a female figure actually appeared within one of them.
His entire body was shrouded in clear light, and he wore the Supreme Yin Crown on his head.
When Yan Zhaoge had been refining the pillar of the Divine Palace, he had viewed the past 'memories' of the pillar of the Divine Palace. The woman he had seen appeared here once more. To be continued. Mo. Xuan. Small. Talk. Net.
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