Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 159 - 107: Fan Wubing, Until We Meet Again on the Immortal Continent

All things in the world are interconnected.

This is probably the essence of "fortunes". The development of things always revolves around the side with "greater fortune".

Fan Wubing was generally satisfied with today's harvest. But he certainly wouldn't forget the main purpose of coming here. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Now that he was full and satisfied, it was time to set off.

He advanced towards the center of the deep pit.

Because most of what could move had been devoured by him, and as there was no wind blowing in the underground, everything became unusually quiet, with only the sound of his footsteps and heartbeat.

The colorful and bizarre demon plants also unusually stopped obstructing his steps, all leaning to the sides, actively making way for him.

Looking at the avenue ahead, Fan Wubing felt as if he was about to meet someone of great prestige.

However... he did not sense any life presence.

Strangely, in such a place brimming with vitality, the closer he moved to the center, the more he could feel the decline and dreariness of death. Meanwhile, the sense of death was not isolated; opposing it was a rich aura of life.

The breath of life and death intertwined, forming a mysterious balance like a Taiji diagram.

Fan Wubing's heart couldn't help but lift.

He wasn't nervous, just that the strong feeling of anticipation gradually overshadowed all other emotions as he got closer.

At a certain point, he saw a plot of bare lavender-colored land. No plants grew there, stark and exposed.

A familiar presence lingered there, not dispersing for a long time.

Familiar?

Fan Wubing searched his memory for this presence. His mind was drawn back ten years, to when he first faced Ying Huo's predation.

Yes, that's it.

It was the Spirit-Extending Grass.

This piece of land had once nurtured a Spirit-Extending Grass.

Fan Wubing thought, "Didn't expect Father to venture so deep for me back then, no wonder he lost half his life, undoubtedly facing many demon beasts' sieges."

He came to the open land, using the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill to gather the remaining presence and then fully feel it.

"Life and death... wavering, balance unchanging... so, the life here being able to resurrect is fundamentally relying on some sort of 'balance of life and death' power?"

Not only the power of life, but also the power of death.

Upon careful thought, it makes sense: life and death are inherently opposing but inseparable attributes.

The art of resurrection must inevitably face both the forces of life and death simultaneously.

Fan Wubing closed his eyes, advancing while relying on the sensation of this "interweaving of life and death" from the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill.

He was deeply immersed, almost forgetting what he was doing for a long time, solely following his instincts forward.

It was very mystical.

There was always a fleeting aura, attracting him. Whenever he tried to grasp that aura, it would drift far away.

Gradually,

he entered an extraordinarily eerie state.

He was divided by some force into two.

The two of him existed without any distinction of "main body and clone," both could be considered as the main body, or as clones.

One of him grew rapidly, quickly transforming from a teenager to a youth, then from a youth to a middle-aged man, and finally to an old man. Dense twilight aura surrounded him, gradually becoming death's gloom.

The other version of him, regressed through the stages of life, from a teenager to a child, from a child to a toddling infant, and from an infant to a cooing baby, full of hope and vitality.

Eventually, in some place, the two of him suddenly merged into one, returning to his teenage self.

Fan Wubing suddenly opened his eyes, feeling something, looked back at the path he just walked.

Thinking, "I seem to have crossed the boundary between life and death... I seem both joyfully alive and have died with no regrets... Am I still that teenage me at this moment?"

He asked himself in his heart. Unsteadily, he suddenly stabilized, thinking, "Yes, having returned on the path of life and death, I am still the teenage me."

With such firm determination, he strode forward swiftly.

Finally, reaching the very center of the deep pit.

A drop of flame-colored blood hovered in mid-air.

Fan Wubing looked in surprise, feeling that this drop of blood contained countless years spanned.

Indeed, it must have been waiting here for a very long time.

"Is it waiting for me?"

Fan Wubing did not answer this question in his heart. He firmly believed with personal willpower that whether it was waiting for him or not, at this moment, it would only become his.

He extended a finger to touch the drop of blood.

At the moment of contact, a loud and holy sound echoed, like a crane's cry in the mountains, yet it was filled with an unyielding majesty. All the beings in the deep pit trembled, and their abundant vitality seemed to be constantly withering.

No, not withering!

Instead, it was constantly converging towards this drop of blood.

It was this drop of blood that granted them abundant vitality and the opportunity for demonic transformation!

An immense vitality, coupled with an irresistible threat of death, swirled in Fan Wubing's mind.

His eyes shined, "Did they think this would make me give up? Impossible!"

Swallowing Star and Devouring Moon!

"Tongue Desire" operated frantically.

This drop of blood was suddenly sucked into his fingertip.

Then, Fan Wubing meditated on the spot, fully exerting Swallowing Star and Devouring Moon, determined to digest it.

However, bizarrely, after entering his body, this drop of blood was not affected by "Tongue Desire" at all and could not be transformed into vitality.

Instead, it kept devouring his flesh and blood.

"Backlash?"

Fan Wubing furrowed his brow.

"No, not a backlash! But... replacement!"

Yes, this drop of blood was continuously releasing another more advanced blood energy, replacing his original blood energy.

This process was under his control.

Which meant, he could completely prevent his blood energy from being replaced.

But... it seemed to be a good thing!

Thus, he began to actively guide the update and iteration of his "blood energy" in his body, replacing ordinary blood with this seemingly more advanced blood, interwoven with life and death.

Simultaneously, the deep pit seemed to waver because of this drop of blood's disappearance, the originally fiery golden light continuously receded, darkness gradually engulfing everything, vitality disappeared, and the plants withered into dust.

The balance broken, the mountain above the pit began to collapse.

"Oh no, this place is about to collapse!"

While exchanging blood, Fan Wubing looked for a way out. Returning on the original path was no longer possible, it was completely blocked there, another path must be found!

Outside,

The withered pagoda tree sensed its scant life force being constantly extracted, its mind quivered, trembling as it thought, "This feeling is... I am about to die, my dying vitality is about to be reclaimed by the great Divine Phoenix Celestial Venerable! This means... my mission is over, the mission of guarding this Nirvana Land is over! A full twelve thousand years! Twelve thousand years!"

It cried in its heart, "Am I finally returning to the embrace of the Divine Phoenix Celestial Venerable? But why... why? Could it be... him, Fan Wubing? Did he really obtain that power? Was he really acknowledged by the Divine Phoenix Celestial Venerable?"

With its life force fading at the last moment, it looked towards the direction of the deep pit and murmured softly, "In the dark, there is destiny. The Divine Phoenix Celestial Venerable leaves nothing undone. Little South Continent truly is the starting point for breaking the world's structure. Fan Wubing, till we meet again in Immortal Continent."

Subsequently, this massive withered pagoda tree fell here, turning into dust and disappearing without a trace.