Supreme Devouring God

A quarter of an hour, half an hour, two hours.

Time passed second by second.

Yet, Qin Chen showed no sign of awakening at all.

Seeing this, Zhuge Han shook his head: "Miss, the potency of those three Second Grade Healing Dao Pills has already been exhausted, and he still hasn’t woken up. It’s beyond hope."

Actually, from the moment Shen Mirui said she wanted to save Qin Chen, Zhuge Han anticipated that this might be the outcome.

Shen Mirui refused to believe it: "Grandpa Han, give him more Dao Pills. I feel his body seems to be regaining some warmth, as if he’s about to wake up."

Zhuge Han sighed helplessly: "Miss, why do you insist?"

"Healing Dao Pills only heal injuries. They’re not Divine Pills. Besides, there are no pills in this world that can bring someone back to life. If there were, the world would be in chaos, wouldn’t it?"

Birth, old age, sickness, and death are part of the natural order. Although difficult to face, they are the fundamental truths of the Heavenly Dao, unchangeable.

Lin Songyun lay on Qin Chen’s chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

Shen Mirui’s face was ashen.

Her eyes had lost all color and light.

"Miss, what exactly happened?"

Only then did Zhuge Han ask.

Shen Mirui, devoid of expression, replied: "He saved me. If it weren’t for his final stand against the Blood Spirit Demon Clan’s expert, I would be dead."

"He exchanged his life for mine."

Shen Mirui closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

Zhuge Han was shocked inside. He could guess it must have been the Blood Spirit Demon Clan!

Otherwise, in a mere small Dynasty, no one could have harmed Shen Mirui this severely.

"Miss, when we return to the Fu Shen Clan, I will report this matter to the clan. His heroic name will not be forgotten," Zhuge Han said.

This was the only thing he could do at the moment.

However, just then.

"Bang."

Lin Songyun, who was lying on Qin Chen’s chest, suddenly heard the sound of a heartbeat.

Although it was faint.

It caused a shiver to run through Lin Songyun.

She sat up abruptly, looking at Qin Chen in disbelief.

"Song Yun, what is it?" Shen Mirui asked.

Lin Songyun said, "I heard a heartbeat."

She immediately lay back on Qin Chen’s chest.

With her ear on his heart, the sound of its beating amplified in her ears, sending Lin Songyun into a frenzy of joy.

Zhuge Han quickly took Qin Chen’s hand to feel his pulse.

Soon after, he too looked at Qin Chen with incredulity: "It’s truly a miracle. He has actually come back to life."

Though he hadn’t awakened yet.

There was a heartbeat, which meant he was out of life-threatening danger.

Shen Mirui was so happy she almost jumped up: "I knew it! I knew he wouldn’t die so easily!"

She wept with joy!

Zhuge Han laughed: "Now you all can rest assured. I’ll feed him a few more Healing Daoist Pills, and when the two of them wake up, you can also focus on recovering from your injuries peacefully."

"The injuries are too severe, and delaying treatment could leave hidden dangers for future Martial Arts."

Both women nodded.

The heavy stone in their hearts was lifted.

And so.

Three hours later.

Qin Chen slowly woke up.

The first thing he saw upon waking was the beautiful, dazzling sunset on the horizon.

Bright and colorful.

"Where is this?"

Qin Chen felt severe pain all over his body.

"You’re awake?"

Seeing Qin Chen open his eyes, Zhuge Han smiled, but unfortunately, Qin Chen was deaf and couldn’t hear.

Qin Chen then saw Zhuge Han, as well as Lin Songyun and Shen Mirui.

Instantly, joy surged through him.

He immediately guessed who the old man before him was.

"Junior Qin Chen, disciple of the Ninth Palace of Saber Saint Cliff, greets Senior Zhuge," Qin Chen said.

Only then did Zhuge Han realize Qin Chen was deaf, and he communicated through transmission: "The Ninth Palace of Saber Saint Cliff? Is Dream Saber Lord your teacher?"

To Qin Chen’s surprise.

Zhuge Han actually knew Dream Saber Lord.

The Fu Shen Clan isn’t located in Qian State, so it seems his teacher’s fame has truly spread far and wide.

"Indeed, I was taught by Dream Saber Lord," Qin Chen replied.

Zhuge Han nodded: "As expected of Dream Saber Lord’s disciple, truly of extraordinary talent. To have suffered such grievous wounds and still awaken, it seems King Yan himself recognizes your remarkable talent and is unwilling to take you."

"Thank you, Senior, for your life-saving grace," Qin Chen said.

He knew his condition well, and upon waking, he could sense the residual Dao Pill energy within his body.

He quickly realized it was Zhuge Han who saved him.

In the final moments, Xia Xuanjing’s detonation of the Blood Spirit caused such severe injury that Qin Chen was halfway into the coffin.

Without Zhuge Han’s timely intervention, Qin Chen feared he would have truly perished.

Zhuge Han stared at Qin Chen: "I’ve seen you before, back in the Hell Demon Abyss of the Telekinesis Origin Realm, when I was chasing a Hell Demon Clan demon with the young lady."

"At that time, you were still so weak. I never imagined that upon meeting again, you would have grown so strong and caught the attention of Dream Saber Lord to become his disciple."

Back then, Zhuge Han had only a superficial impression of Qin Chen.

It was entirely because Shen Mirui had given Qin Chen a Ten-star Primordial Talisman that Zhuge Han took notice of him.

But unexpected was, he could meet Qin Chen again.

And today’s Qin Chen was no longer the same. The boy had grown into a young man, and his current demeanor earned even Zhuge Han’s admiration.

Qin Chen naturally had never seen Zhuge Han; only Shen Mirui had appeared back then.

Qin Chen looked at Shen Mirui and Lin Songyun: "Senior, what about the two of them?"

Zhuge Han said: "No worries. Once all three of you have healed, I’ll ask about the specific events."

"The Blood Spirit Demon Clan dared to attack the young lady. I see they’re tired of living!"

...

Blood Spirit Demon Clan.

The Blood Spirit Ancestor had sent all the members of the Blood Spirit Demon Clan out.

Only he was left in the entire Blood Spirit Demon Clan.

But, as time passed, only messages trickled in, leaving the Blood Spirit Ancestor too unsettled to cultivate.

Extremely anxious.

"These guys are simply a bunch of useless fools! It’s just killing three inexperienced kids, yet so much time has passed, and still no report back!"

The Blood Spirit Ancestor couldn’t help but curse.

The longer it dragged on, the more uneasy he became.

"Hmm?!"

But just then.

The Blood Spirit Ancestor suddenly sensed an immensely powerful energy fluctuation.

Before he could react.

"Boom!"

An indescribably formidable force instantly demolished the underground palace built by the Blood Spirit Demon Clan.

The entire underground was immediately exposed to the outside.

The Blood Spirit Ancestor looked up in horror at the figure in the sky: "Who... who are you?!"

The figure in the sky glared icily at the Blood Spirit Ancestor.

Without a word, he reached out from the sky and grabbed the Blood Spirit Ancestor before him.

"You dare to harm members of my Fu Shen Clan?!"