Pain!
The intense pain made Yang Xuan feel as if thousands of sharp knives were stabbing into his body.
In the next moment, he opened his eyes.
What entered his eyes was a pure white ceiling. The Artifact Hall was specially made to emit a gentle light source.
The decorations on the walls were very special. They were like mountains, but they gave off a holy aura that made one's body and mind feel comfortable.
"You're awake?" A voice came from beside him.
Yang Xuan turned his head with great effort. A black-clothed person with a blurry face was standing beside the bed.
"Who … are you?" Yang Xuan said in a weak voice.
"You can call me the Holy Servant, the servant of the Holy One." The black-clothed person's voice was low.
Yang Xuan let out a soft breath. He turned his head back and stared blankly at the light source on the ceiling.
After a while, he asked softly, "Did you save me?"
The Holy Servant shook his head. Seeing that Yang Xuan wasn't looking at him, he said, "Not really. You saved yourself."
After a pause, he continued, "When I got there, you and Zhang Chengan were on their last breaths. I only treated your injuries and brought you back to the Holy Mountain."
Yang Xuan gave a soft "oh". As if thinking of something, he asked, "Twenty-three and Twenty-four …?"
"Dead!" The Holy Servant said indifferently. "They're all dead. They returned to the Holy God's embrace."
Yang Xuan's eyes were calm. There wasn't the slightest ripple in them. He only pursed his lips.
"What about Zhang Chengan? Is he dead? "he asked.
"He's not dead. People from the Ice Palace also came. At the time, we were all in a hurry to save people, so there was no conflict." The Holy Servant said. "However, his four subordinates are all dead. You killed them."
Yang Xuan didn't comment. It would be strange if the four of them were still alive after being enveloped by fifty times the power of the Five Elements.
He closed his eyes and said softly, "You can leave. I want to sleep."
The Holy Servant did not go out. He looked at Yang Xuan, who was lying on the bed, and asked, "What are your plans?"
Yang Xuan felt like laughing when he felt the shattered bones in his body and the empty dantian where his Nascent Soul had disappeared.
However, he didn't laugh out loud. The intense pain made the corners of his mouth twitch uncontrollably.
His injuries were not serious, as he could recover from them. However, the regression of his cultivation level made his heart turn cold.
His Nascent Soul had disappeared. At this moment, his cultivation had regressed to the early Nascent Soul stage.
It was indeed not something he could afford to accept at this moment.
"Let's take it one step at a time!" He closed his eyes and said indifferently.
The Saint Servant paused for a moment and said, "The Saint said that there's a place that might be of great help to you."
"Where is this place?" Yang Xuan opened his eyes and asked.
"Soul Hall, Myriad Soul Sea!" The Holy Servant said in a low voice.
Whew ~
Yang Xuan exhaled softly and closed his eyes again.
"I don't want to become one of those thousands of souls!" Yang Xuan said indifferently.
"If you don't try, how do you know it won't work?" The Holy Servant seemed to be implying something.
Yang Xuan did not speak. He seemed to be resting with his eyes closed. After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "Let's talk about it when I can move."
"By the way, where's my monkey?"
"Don't mention that monkey." The Holy Servant seemed to be very annoyed. "It's almost finished drinking all the wine in the Holy Mountain."
Yang Xuan wanted to laugh, but in the end, he didn't.
"And then?" he asked.
"The Saint sent it to a place to train. This kind of natural variant is very rare. If it's trained well, it will be of great help to you in the future." The Holy Servant said.
"Where?" Yang Xuan asked.
"You'll know in the future." The Holy Servant did not directly answer.
Yang Xuan did not ask again. Presumably, the Saint would not lie to him for a monkey.
Seeing that Yang Xuan did not want to talk, the Holy Servant took out a thin book from his arms and placed it at Yang Xuan's bedside.
"What is this?" Yang Xuan asked.
"The complete book of the Art of Utmost Sincerity." The Holy Servant explained, "If you can cultivate the Art of Utmost Sincerity to the first two or three, this kind of thing will not happen in the future. You can avoid danger in advance."
"Some dangers do not depend on one's will." Yang Xuan's eyes flashed with a trace of coldness.
"What?" The Holy Servant did not seem to have heard clearly.
"Nothing." Yang Xuan closed his eyes again and did not speak again.
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
Under the effect of the Wood Spirit Qi, his injuries had been completely healed.
However, his cultivation stopped at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and there was no way for him to condense a Nascent Soul.
"Heh, Blood Corpse greets Your Highness Holy Son!" A voice came from outside the door. Then, the Blood Corpse Ancestor, who was dressed in dark red, walked in.
Although he said that, he did not have the slightest intention of greeting. He only had a mocking and somewhat angry expression on his face.
It was his humiliation to let Yang Xuan escape from his hands.
"Someone, send the guest out!" Yang Xuan shouted unceremoniously.
No one came in.
There seemed to be no one in the huge mansion of the Azure Sky Holy Son at this moment.
"Your Highness Holy Son, don't you know that this room has been completely blocked by me?" The Blood Corpse Ancestor sneered and sat on a chair next to him.
Yang Xuan looked at him, especially at the Blood Corpse Ancestor's cold eyes. After a moment, he suddenly smiled.
Yang Xuan reached out and poured himself a cup of tea. After taking a sip, he said indifferently, "You want to kill me?"
"That's right!" The Blood Corpse Ancestor did not hide anything and was very frank, just like last time.
"Oh? Then why don't you do it? "
"Ha!" The Blood Corpse Ancestor laughed. "You think too highly of yourself. If I kill you here, I'll have to sacrifice myself. You're not worth that price."
"Then what are you doing here? Are you lost? "Yang Xuan did not even look at the Blood Corpse Ancestor as he said indifferently.
"Hmph! What's the use of trying to show off? " The Blood Corpse Ancestor snorted and continued, "I just want to tell you that the First Holy Son has returned. If you know what's good for you, resign from the Saint and hand over the authority to kill. In the future, stay here quietly, and I might let you go. Otherwise, hmph. "
"Is this your idea or the First Holy Son's?" Yang Xuan asked.
"My idea!" The Blood Corpse Ancestor sneered.
"Then let him tell me himself," Yang Xuan said indifferently.
"Are you worthy?" The Blood Corpse Ancestor sneered. "I see that your aura is weak, much worse than last time. It seems that the battle with Zhang Chengan this time has caused your realm to regress. If you don't submit early, when will you?"
"Are you done? If you are, you can leave. "Yang Xuan did not even bother to send him off this time.
"Heh, I hope you can still be so unyielding after leaving this place." The Blood Corpse Ancestor smiled and turned to leave.
After the Blood Corpse Ancestor left, Yang Xuan sat on the chair and did not move for a long time.
At this moment, his heart was definitely not as calm as he appeared on the surface.
Could it be that the only thing he could do was to stay here quietly and be the Saint of Taiping?
Hehe!
Yang Xuan laughed.
However, his smile was a little cold.
After letting out a long breath, Yang Xuan stood up.
His gaze passed through the window and landed on the western corner of the Holy Empire.
There was a place called the Soul Hall.
Ever since he felt that absorbing a large number of souls would bring unpredictable results, he had been resisting absorbing more soul power.
However, at this moment, he did not want to think so much.
For the sake of greater power, he did not hesitate.
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