Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 138, Profound Destiny Grass

Buzz buzz buzz!

With a gentle wave of Qingyang Zi’s hand, a burst of azure light transformed into several light spots, extinguishing the raging flames on the ground in an instant, revealing the scorched bare ground and a huge pit.

The trees within a hundred meters radius were completely burned to ashes, and even the ground was covered with patches of charred black.

Qingyang Zi’s face was ashen. For a martial artist of the Transcendence Realm to survive in such conditions was nearly impossible.

"Cough cough cough..."

Just then, a charred hand slowly reached out from beneath the scorched ground. As the soil loosened, a blood-stained body was revealed, half of which had been burned and was covered in wounds, with blood dripping everywhere.

Although the person’s face was unrecognizable, a vague resemblance to Chu Ming could be seen, with trickles of crimson blood flowing from his mouth.

"Chu Ming!?"

Qingyang Zi was both shocked and overjoyed. With a flicker, he appeared a thousand meters away, grabbed Chu Ming’s arm, and let gentle spiritual power flow through Chu Ming’s body, calming his injuries.

Burning Fire Daoist’s expression changed, evidently not expecting Chu Ming to survive under such circumstances, but it only strengthened his resolve to eliminate Chu Ming.

Qingyang Zi’s spiritual power circulated through Chu Ming’s body, his brows furrowed. Chu Ming’s condition was extremely dire, and he needed to quickly return to the sect and use the rare treasures there to have a slim chance of healing.

Boom!

"Members of Cyan Yang Sect, heed my command! Board the Cyan Yang Battleship immediately, and set off for the sect!"

Suspending Chu Ming in mid-air with a cyan vortex stabilizing him, Qingyang Zi shouted, stirring waves of air throughout the entire basin.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The Cyan Yang Battleship tilted slightly as several figures flew out of the basin, their bodies emitting a heavy killing aura. Their cyan clothes were stained with blood, both enemies’ and their own, and their numbers had decreased by one-fifth compared to when they arrived.

This is the cruelty of the martial world – danger at every step, with life and death determined by fate.

"Grand Elder, is Chu Ming alright?"

On the Cyan Yang Battleship, the Grand Elder asked with concern. He, too, was covered in blood after killing many Demon Dao Martial Artists.

"We’ll talk back at the sect!"

Qingyang Zi replied solemnly, performing a spell with his hands, causing yellow light to flicker as the Cyan Yang Battleship trembled, roaring incessantly, compressing the surrounding spiritual power and shattering the few white clouds in the sky.

"Ascend!"

The Cyan Yang Battleship transformed into a black shadow, soaring through the high-altitude clouds, frightening the nearby birds and beasts, causing them to flee in all directions!

Only Chu Ming knew how dire his condition was. Although his physical body was severely damaged, his consciousness remained clear.

Burning Fire Daoist’s full-force strike was countered by Chu Ming at the crucial moment, using his Nine Clone Techniques to the extreme, weakening ninety percent of the attack. Even the remaining ten percent left him nearly dead.

The bronze armor on his upper body was completely shattered, reduced to pieces soaked in blood, and his meridians were blocked and weakened. Even the slightest circulation of spiritual power caused intense pain.

"I almost died!"

Chu Ming thought, his murderous intent towards Burning Fire Daoist reaching extreme levels. Unfortunately, his strength was insufficient, forcing him to endure for the time being.

His survival was thanks to his simultaneous cultivation of the Body Refining Technique, the Fire Element Body Forging Chapter, the bronze armor, and the Nine Clone Techniques that weakened ninety percent of the attack power. All these factors combined allowed him to barely escape death.

Mobilizing the weak spiritual power within him, Chu Ming slowly began to clear his meridians.

The Cyan Yang Battleship flew much faster than before, leaving a massive shadow in the sky.

Vaguely, the outline of the Cyan Yang Sect’s palace came into view, hazy and magnificent, like a celestial wonderland, but Qingyang Zi had no time to appreciate the beauty.

Buzz buzz buzz!

With a sudden change, the Cyan Yang Battleship stopped steadily in mid-air above Cyan Yang Peak, allowing the passengers to disembark. Qingyang Zi grabbed Chu Ming, and with a flicker of his body, disappeared into the back mountain of Cyan Yang Peak.

During the flight, Chu Ming had cleared a tenth of his meridians, estimated to take ten days for full recovery. However, restoring his physical body would take even longer.

The back mountain of Cyan Yang Peak.

This place was like a paradise, covering a thousand meters, filled with various spiritual medicines. Although most were of lower grade, their sheer number made the spiritual power here three to four times that of the outside world, making cultivation here extraordinarily rapid.

In the middle of these spiritual medicine fields stood a yellow thatched hut.

Fences surrounded the hut, and in front of it was a reclining chair, where an elderly man in black leisurely lay, gently rocking.

The old man’s eyes gazed at the sky, filled with indescribable weariness, as if washed by years, surrounded by an aura of decay and desolation.

"Hmm?"

At one moment, the old man’s eyes narrowed, gazing into the distant horizon where a burst of azure aura was rapidly approaching the hut.

"Old Hei, quickly bring out your Profound Destiny Grass. This is a matter of life and death!"

Before the azure figure arrived, the voice had already traveled a distance, showing the urgency in his heart.

"The Profound Destiny Grass is a seventh-level spirit grass, incredibly precious. Life and death, what does it matter to me!"

The old man in black sneered, continuing to stroke the recliner without any intention of moving.

"But what if this person is Chu Ming?"

As he spoke, he had already arrived in front of the hut. The azure light faded, revealing Qingyang Zi’s anxious face.

Beside him, a gentle cyan spiritual power lifted Chu Ming’s body.

"Oh?"

The old man in black showed a hint of interest but still remained unmoved. No matter how talented Chu Ming was, that seventh-level spirit grass was not something to be given away lightly.

No matter how severe a martial artist’s injuries, consuming the Profound Destiny Grass could heal them within three days. Even without injuries, it could extend their lifespan by ten years.

Now, the old man in black was nearing the end of his life, planning to use the Profound Destiny Grass to prolong his existence.

Cyan Yang Sect had only two Guiyuan Realm ancestors, the two before him!

Chu Ming, known as the number one genius of the Great Yan Kingdom, but what heights he could ultimately reach was still unknown.

For a moment, the old man in black felt hesitant. After a brief consideration, he spoke in a deep voice.

"I want to use Pupil Technique to see his future!"