Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 566 - 549: Administering Medicine
Celestial Bone City.
A piercing knell echoed, spreading across thousands of kilometers.
Celestial Bone Warriors looked around, inquiring everywhere.
"Which elite Celestial Bone Warrior has fallen?"
"Not sure."
"What a pity..."
He Pengfei received the news, sitting in place, bewildered.
A message came from the upper realm lord.
The good news is that Zhou Leng has completed the current stage of the Triple Trial of the Remnant Celestial Bone and the Celestial Ladder.
The bad news is that Zhou Leng has died.
Perhaps there’s also another piece of good news, Zhou Leng doesn’t need to remain long in the Celestial Bone Army.
He Pengfei sat dazed for a long time, finally letting out a long sigh.
Over the years, he had experienced too many separations and deaths.
He really hated this feeling.
It’s not death.
But the hope he clung to, shattered.
Before Zhou Leng left, he didn’t say it, but an unimaginable hope had risen in his heart.
Zhou Leng’s talent was almost divinely ordained.
Now, he has fallen.
He sat there, blankly.
After who knows how long, a group of Trial Takers, wounded all over, emerged from the Teleportation Gate.
Only a third remained.
Walking while complaining.
"Alas, the Second Layer Trial was too difficult."
"Luckily, the Second Layer Trial was in phases, I completed two stages, what about you?"
"I only completed one stage. Xu Ming, how about you?"
Xu Ming sighed, "Four stages, just a little short of completing the fifth stage."
"Impressive!"
"Quite good, considering many people died in battle."
"With the Second Layer Trial complete, the Great Battlefield should be ending soon. We’ll meet again on Blue Star."
"The Great Battlefield indeed tempers you, I now feel I can thrash an ordinary Great Innate, only weaker than an Innate King."
"We are really lucky, in past cycles, not so many would have survived."
As they spoke, they walked along.
Xu Ming found He Pengfei, noticing his daze, and asked what happened.
After He Pengfei told him, Xu Ming also sat in silence for a long time without saying a word.
He Pengfei expressionlessly said, "The command from the upper realm lord is delivered; aside from Zhou Leng, you are the best in this Celestial Bone Trial and shall remain here forever."
Xu Ming didn’t care about his own stay or leave, but turned his head, gazing at the clouded sky outside.
"If I had tried a bit harder, perhaps he wouldn’t have died..."
Perfect Garden.
Crunch, crunch, crunch...
Zhang Xinglie’s bones made cracking sounds.
The severed left arm and right leg moved slowly towards his body under an invisible force.
As the severed limbs were about to reattach, the Celestial Calamity Envoy spoke.
"What the gods touch, like a sin brand, never heals."
Earlier, he had touched Zhang Xinglie’s wound, examining the blood.
The moving left arm and right leg suddenly stopped, trembling violently.
A few seconds later, Zhang Xinglie’s left arm and right leg shattered into fine ash, dispersing invisibly.
At the fracture, a ring of blood-red brand emerged.
Zhang Xinglie slowly sat up, one hand supporting the ground, one foot pushing, but couldn’t stand.
He raised his head, gazing at the Celestial Calamity Envoy.
His eyes, empty of everything.
No joy, no sorrow, no thoughts, no hatred.
But, the killing intent soared.
"Good, very good."
"Remember this day, remember this moment of great hatred, live with the guilt of causing your friend’s death."
"Return to Blue Star, cultivate hard, and next time we meet, you will have a chance to challenge me."
When the Celestial Calamity Envoy finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head, looking at the distant Zhou Leng.
Zhang Xinglie also turned to look.
And saw Zhou Leng lying on the ground, with the flesh, brain matter, etc., quietly flowing back into his body.
The originally cracked skull completely healed.
As if some power weakened the previous blow, preventing death, the body was slowly recovering.
Zhang Xinglie’s eyes showed more color.
The Celestial Calamity Envoy immediately knew that Zhou Leng had hidden life-saving power.
He took a step forward, intending to go over and completely resolve it.
He hadn’t yet taken the second step when his right leg was grabbed.
Without looking, he knew it was Zhang Xinglie’s hand.
His right leg continued to stride, dragging Zhang Xinglie, taking a step forward.
The right foot landed.
Boom!
The land within a hundred meters collapsed, cracked, raising a massive ring of dust.
Crack...
Zhang Xinglie’s right arm was densely cracked, turning into fragments, scattered on the ground.
The right hand, with even the palm dropped, yet the five fingers still clutched the Celestial Calamity Envoy’s calf.
At this point, Zhang Xinglie had lost both arms completely.
The Celestial Calamity Envoy continued forward, and after taking a step, something once again hindered his lower leg.
As if unaware, he kept moving, dragging Zhang Xinglie’s body forward.
With each step, he applied more force, causing the ground to collapse twice in succession.
The Celestial Calamity Envoy was about to take his third step when he suddenly stopped and looked down at his right calf.
Zhang Xinglie was biting the Celestial Calamity Envoy’s calf, his mouth full of blood, looking upward with eyes pale as bone.
Breathing faintly, near death but refusing to let go.
Not far away, Deep Dark Fury, Desecration Demon Scripture, and Zhao He watched the scene, their faces filled with horror.
Deep Dark Fury felt an inexplicable respect rise in his heart.
He finally understood why humans, though physically weak, still stood firm.
Their bodies were frail, but their will was unmatched across the Ten Realms.
The Celestial Calamity Envoy looked at his bloody teeth and at the broken fingers still clutching his leg, and finally gazed at Zhou Leng in the distance.
"Is it worth it?"
"Just as stubborn."
A hint of reminiscence and regret flickered in the Celestial Calamity Envoy’s eyes.
He bent down, gently prying open the broken fingers as if playing a game with a daughter, carefully separating Zhang Xinglie’s teeth, and laid his head gently on the ground.
A flash of light appeared in his hand, revealing two fruits.
In the distance, Zhao He’s eyes widened, recognizing a Dragon Scale Vermilion Fruit and a White Lake Mother Fruit.
The Celestial Calamity Envoy was about to set down the fruits when he glanced around.
With a sweep of his gaze, the broken pieces of Zhang Xinglie’s right arm gathered like swimming dragons, reassembling at his right shoulder, regenerating flesh and blood.
In the blink of an eye, he was restored without a scratch.
Deep Dark Fury, Desecration Demon Scripture, and Zhao He lowered their heads slightly.
Before a divine miracle, one must be humble.
Zhao He sighed inwardly, confirming his choice was indeed correct.
The Celestial Calamity Envoy’s destructive power might be only at the level of a Martial Saint, but his miraculous power seemed like that of an Immortal God.
The Celestial Calamity Envoy placed the two stellar-level fruits in Zhang Xinglie’s hand.
He stood up, glanced at Zhou Leng, then at the writhing Mountain and River Origin, and with a step, returned to his previous spot, retrieving his chair.
Deep Dark Fury cast a glance at Zhou Leng, whose body was still skinless, stood up, and like an eagle stripped of feathers, walked towards the Celestial Calamity Envoy on two dragon claws.
Zhao He looked at the two fruits in Zhang Xinglie’s hands, with a flash of determination in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said to the Celestial Calamity Envoy: "Your Majesty, that White Lake Mother Fruit..."
The Celestial Calamity Envoy didn’t look at Zhao He, merely raising his hand.
All the protective and life-saving abilities on Zhao He’s body dissipated, and with a gentle point of his index finger, he retracted his right arm.
Zhao He’s eyes turned vacant, and a line of blood emerged from his body from top to bottom.
In a blink, his body split in two, collapsing silently to both sides.
Walking away, the Celestial Calamity Envoy remarked to Desecration Demon Scripture: "Guard against the Zhao family’s little tricks."
Desecration Demon Scripture initially looked puzzled but quickly realized: "Your Majesty, you overestimate the Zhao family. According to their habits, they will prioritize the bigger picture and forget Zhao He’s death."
The Celestial Calamity Envoy responded: "The descendants of Zhao Dongjun would not be so incompetent and naive."
Desecration Demon Scripture smiled and said: "Your Majesty cherishes all nations and naturally doesn’t pay attention to a small Zhao family. The current Zhao family is no longer the same as before. Those from the Demon City Army and the Martial Mansion who inherit Saint Zhao’s martial arts and spirit far exceed the Zhao family."
The Celestial Calamity Envoy pondered briefly and said: "I see, it’s a pity."
"Yes, indeed, it’s a pity. Previously, because of Zhao Dongjun, the Demon Purgatory still regarded Dragon Country as a rival. Now, with chaos within Dragon Country, it’s only a matter of time."
"Not necessarily," the Celestial Calamity Envoy replied casually.
Desecration Demon Scripture was taken aback and, with some realization, turned to look at Zhang Xinglie, Mountain and River Origin, and Zhou Leng.
He gritted his teeth and said: "Your Majesty, these three must be eliminated."
The Celestial Calamity Envoy continued walking and said: "Zhao He defied me three times. Do you know why I tolerated it the first two times?"
Desecration Demon Scripture broke out in a cold sweat and lowered his head, saying: "I do not know."
"The first time, because I was too kind-hearted."
"The second time, out of respect for Zhao Dongjun."
Desecration Demon Scripture immediately said: "I understand, Your Majesty. From now on, I will never defy My God."
The Celestial Calamity Envoy turned and looked at the freshly arrived Deep Dark Fury, observing his wretched state, and asked: "Don’t you want to kill Zhou Leng?"
Deep Dark Fury replied honestly: "During the Ten Realms Youth Battle, we shared snake meat, which makes us friends according to our Spine-headed Demon Dragon customs. Later, during the Dragon God’s Seal Path, he taught me the Dragon God’s combat techniques which greatly benefited me."
On the resplendent floral ground, the Celestial Calamity Envoy, Deep Dark Fury, and Desecration Demon Scripture walked further away step by step.
Desecration Demon Scripture felt deeply frustrated. His original plan was to unite the remaining Demon Alliance under the Celestial Calamity Envoy and annihilate the other Trial Takers.
In the end, few demons remained.
He sneaked a glance, noticing that the Celestial Calamity Envoy seemed somewhat pleased.
The three walked into the distance.
Zhang Xinglie, covered in blood, slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze was empty, staring into space for a long time before blinking.
"Huh?"
He felt the sensation in his right hand and turned his head to see two fruits in his hand.
One was the size of an orange, its surface seemingly wrapped in dragon scales.
The other was lotus seed-sized, pure white like jade, emitting a subtle glow.
He immediately recognized one as the most significant stellar medicinal fruit in the Ten Realms, the Dragon Scale Vermilion Fruit.
The other was unfamiliar to him but he guessed it was a demon’s medicinal fruit.
Although not exceedingly cunning or strategic, he sensed something was off when he first saw the Celestial Calamity Envoy.
The Celestial Calamity Envoy, as an avatar of the divine summoned by the Demon Purgatory, should theoretically have killed him immediately upon seeing him.
But instead, he showed particular interest in Tujun’s legacy, asking many questions and talking extensively before ordering his subordinates to take action.
Reflecting on the Celestial Calamity Envoy’s actions and words now, it seemed more akin to a stern elder rather than an enemy.
He vaguely guessed that perhaps the Celestial Calamity Envoy had some connection to that Tujun, and because he was deemed Tujun’s successor, he was spared.
He abruptly got up, enduring severe pain, and looked towards Zhou Leng and Mountain and River Origin.
With Mountain and River Origin right beside him, his head, once exploded, was now mostly restored.
It seemed Mountain River Celestial Peak had also prepared a life-saving power for this son.
Zhang Xinglie slowly stood up, took a spear from his Magic Spirit Bag to use as a crutch, supporting his body while surveying the surroundings.
His left arm and right leg were entirely gone.
