CHAPTER 1353: Chapter 1353
"Roar!"
The dragon finally roared and used all of its strength to charge at Wang Chong.
Rumble! The entrance of the cave collapsed. The huge head of the Draconic Beast burrowed into the cave. Its strong and sturdy body trembled non-stop as it arched forward. Large amounts of rocks and soil fell down. The dragon opened its mouth and spat out a large amount of flames.
Wang Chong's body jumped. Without any hesitation, he immediately headed into the depths of the cave.
Behind him, the gigantic draconic beast was still approaching Wang Chong. However, the small hole was an obstacle that the draconic beast could not cross.
Ten meters, a hundred meters, a thousand meters … Finally, the roars of the Draconic Beast gradually faded away, becoming barely audible. Clearly, in the face of reality, it had no choice but to give up on its prey, Wang Chong.
"Hu!"
Wang Chong leaned against the wall, his chest rising and falling rapidly. In just a moment, Wang Chong felt like he had taken a trip to the gates of hell. His clothes were drenched in sweat.
After temporarily getting rid of the threat of death, Wang Chong had time to think about other things.
"The Yellow Emperor … Dragonbeasts … What's going on? Why would the Origin Immortal Lord's treasury contain three vicious beasts from the era of the Yellow Emperor? What's going on? "
Wang Chong's heart was in turmoil.
The Origin Immortal Art was the world's number one art. No matter how dangerous or dangerous it was, Wang Chong would not find it strange. But now, Wang Chong was beginning to feel that something was wrong.
Wang Chong could accept the other traps, such as the metal storm in the pit and the Stellar-Piercing Beetles. But the Dragonbeasts of the Yellow Emperor's era … they shouldn't have appeared here. It seemed like these arrangements were not meant to protect a treasure like the Origin Immortal Art, but some sort of secret.
"What the hell is going on?"
Wang Chong was deep in thought, but he still couldn't figure it out.
"I'll think of a way to find out later!"
Wang Chong continued to move forward. After advancing another few kilometers, he found a secluded place and quickly sat down cross-legged. This time, his injuries were more serious than he had imagined. The continuous fighting, running, and fighting had finally further aggravated the injuries in Wang Chong's body.
The condition of Wang Chong's body was much more serious than ever before.
"Master once said that once the Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art begins to deteriorate, there is no way to reverse it, and it will rapidly worsen in a short period of time. If they fought too fiercely or used their Stellar Energy, it would lead to all sorts of serious consequences, even death! This was also the reason why he concealed his strength and bided his time, allowing his traitorous disciple to take advantage of him. "
"I originally wanted to delay for a period of time until I found the old village chief and master. But from the looks of it now, he couldn't delay any longer. No matter what, I have to find a way to obtain the Origin Immortal Art and completely heal my injuries. "
Wang Chong quietly said to himself.
With a thought, all the Stellar Energy in his body and meridians flowed into his dantian, and then he began to adjust his Stellar Energy. Steam began to seep out of the top of his head as Wang Chong focused all his energy on adjusting his Stellar Energy.
Time passed slowly. The cave was quiet and there was no sound at all. After some time, Wang Chong's twitching and twisted meridians finally began to return to normal.
Wang Chong's mind gradually entered a state of tranquillity.
The world was still, not a single sound could be heard.
While Wang Chong was focused on recovering from his injuries, he suddenly felt a strange sensation, like someone was shaking his shoulder. Wang Chong didn't care at first, but then he heard someone calling out to him.
In the beginning, the voice was still very far away, barely audible. But soon, it was getting closer and clearer.
"Wang Chong, Wang Chong …"
The voice was filled with anxiety and concern, and it was even faintly choked with sobs.
Wang Chong was bewildered, completely confused as to what was going on. He had been separated from his master underground, and logically speaking, he shouldn't have been able to hear anyone else's voice, but this voice was so real and clear.
A moment later, Wang Chong finally stopped cultivating and opened his eyes.
A beam of light suddenly appeared in front of him. It was long and narrow, and it was constantly expanding, but the light was blurry.
"What's going on here? Where did this light come from underground?"
Wang Chong was flabbergasted.
But Wang Chong quickly realized that something was wrong. This did not seem to be a simple source of light from underground. In this light, Wang Chong could faintly make out a few blurry figures. One of the figures seemed to be silently weeping as it looked at him.
Even though he couldn't see it very clearly, Wang Chong could sense that it was filled with sorrow.
"What's going on?"
Wang Chong was even more shocked. No matter how slow he was, he could still sense that something was wrong with the situation before him. It seemed to be different from what he had imagined.
He tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see what was in front of him clearly.
After an indeterminate amount of time, the light in front of him finally became clear. However, before he could get a clear look, a figure pounced on him in the next moment.
"Wang Chong, you're finally awake …"
The voice was crying tears of joy, and when it reached the end, it suddenly began sobbing on Wang Chong's body.
"Qi- Qiqin?!"
Finally, everything in front of him became clear. As he looked at that familiar, weeping face, Wang Chong was stunned. What was going on? Hadn't he just woken up from his cultivation? Hadn't he just stabilized his chaotic Stellar Energy?
Why had he suddenly appeared here? Why had he suddenly seen Xu Yi-qin?
Looking around, Wang Chong saw even more familiar figures at Xu Yi-qin's side: The King of Song, the old butler, his big uncle, his mother, Huang Qian-er, Zhao Yatong, Bai Siling, his master, and the Village Chief. All of them were in the room, surrounding the bed and sorrowfully looking at him.
No, his master and the Village Chief … an illusion, this had to be an illusion!
He had clearly been searching for the world's number one Origin Immortal Art sixteen thousand meters beneath the northwest. How could he have appeared here?
Wang Chong's body moved as he tried to sit up and escape this illusion.
But before Wang Chong could sit up, an intense soreness came from all over his body. A broad palm quickly pressed down on Wang Chong's shoulder.
"Chong-er, your injuries haven't healed yet. Don't act rashly. Your master will treat your injuries and help you recover as quickly as possible. "
"Master?"
Wang Chong raised his head and saw that his master, the Evil Emperor, had appeared at his side at some point and was pressing down on him, his face a picture of confusion.
"Mm, we've done our best to nurse you back to health, but the cultivation defect of the Great Yinyang Heaven Creation Art is not so easy to treat."
Another familiar voice came from next to him, the Chief Of Wushang walking over with a solemn expression.
Wang Chong stared in shock at these two familiar figures, his mind in chaos. For a moment, he was confused. He couldn't tell the difference between illusion and reality.
"Master, weren't we adventuring in the northwest in search of the Origin Immortal Art? Why are you here? Could it be that the matter there is already over? "
Wang Chong was flabbergasted. Could it be that he had actually fainted while exploring the underground world, and then his master and the Chief Of Wushang had brought him here?
"The northwest? The Origin Immortal Art? "
The Evil Emperor and the Chief Of Wushang glanced at Wang Chong, both seeing deep concern in each other's eyes.
"King of Foreign Lands, I know that you're still concerned about the matters of the Imperial Court, but you've already done your best in the conflict between the militarists and the Confucians. No one will blame you."
At this moment, a long sigh sounded by Wang Chong's ear. Unknowingly, Scholar Lu Tingzhi had walked over. Looking at Wang Chong on the bed, his eyes were filled with pity.
"The conflict between the militarists and the Confucians?"
Wang Chong was dumbfounded. What was going on here? Hadn't the conflict between the militarists and the Confucians already passed?
"Chong-er, you still don't know? It's been seven days and seven nights since you suffered a cultivation defect in the study and we discovered you vomiting blood and falling unconscious. You've been unconscious for seven days and seven nights! "
Madam Wang suddenly looked at Wang Chong, her heart aching, and she covered her face with her hands. Finally, she could no longer hold back her tears.
"What?"
Wang Chong was dumbfounded.
The study? Cultivation defect?
He clearly remembered falling unconscious in the study. When he woke up, he had been in the carriage, and then he had gone to the northwest with his master and the others. How could he still be at home? Had he been imagining things?
Impossible! He couldn't believe it!
"Mother, Grand Scholar Lu, you're joking, right?"
Wang Chong smiled at the crowd, his body moving back a little as he maintained his composure.
Everyone silently stared at Wang Chong.
But the ones who had truly dealt a heavy blow to Wang Chong were his master, the Evil Emperor, and the Chief Of Wushang.
"Chong-er, I don't know what you're talking about. But your master and the Village Chief have never gone to the northwest, nor have we searched for the Origin Immortal Art.
"Although we truly do want to go to the northwest, no one has obtained the Origin Immortal Art in the last several hundred years. How could it be that easy?"
The Chief Of Wushang added.
The Chief Of Wushang had a close relationship with Wang Chong, and he had always treated Wang Chong as a junior, just like the younger generation of the village. But perhaps because he had been dealt a blow by the Confucian Sect, Wang Chong's current state was clearly not right.
"Buzz!"
As Wang Chong stared at these familiar and strange faces, he was struck dumb and speechless.
"Fake, it must be fake. I must be dreaming …"
Wang Chong muttered to himself. He subconsciously looked under the bed. There had to be a difference between a dream and reality, and the greatest difference was that in a dream, one's reflection would never appear. A dream could never be that real.
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