Chapter 1757 Leaving the Abyss of Demons

As for the thirteen once vibrant side branches, most of them are withered and broken, their Daoist essence severely diminished.

The most troublesome thing is the soul.

The scholar in the green robe possessed an extremely insidious ghost fire. The remaining fire poison had seeped into the depths of Zhang Xuan's consciousness like a bone-deep sore, constantly eroding the origin of his soul.

Zhang Xuan was in a daze at the moment, his brows were furrowed, and a look of pain flashed across his face from time to time.

"Such severe Dao injuries..." The demonic fetus's voice trembled.

After quickly examining Zhang Xuan's injuries, the old man frowned: "His physical body is severely injured, his inner vision is shattered, his Dharma form is blurred, his main body is damaged, his side branches are broken, and his soul is poisoned by fire... Any one of these injuries would be fatal to an ordinary Mahayana cultivator. He has been able to hold on until now entirely because of his solid foundation and strong will."

"We must heal them immediately!" the demonic fetus said urgently. "Use our stockpiled elixirs, and those demonic source crystals..."

“Not enough,” the old man shook his head, his gaze deep and serious. “His injuries cannot be healed by ordinary elixirs and energy.”

The inner world has collapsed and needs the gentle yet powerful force of creation to slowly nourish and repair it.

The main trunk of the Great Dao is damaged and needs to be repaired and nourished by higher-level Dao essences or even rare Dao source objects of the same origin.

The poisonous fire in the soul requires the purest and cleansing source of soul power to cleanse and eradicate it...

These items might be found sporadically in the Bone Tomb Collection, but it's absolutely impossible to gather them all and complete the treatment in a short period of time.

Thinking of this, the old man looked at the dazed Zhang Xuan, then at the demonic fetus, and said, word by word, "There is only one place that can save him—the Immortal Gourd Realm."

The demonic fetus was taken aback, then suddenly realized: "That's right, the Immortal Gourd Realm has a spacetime secret realm, as well as the three new secret realms that Master just teleported back to! Those secret realms contain the Great Dao Origin and the vitality of creation at the True Immortal level, making them the best places to heal, and the resources within the realm can be mobilized at will..."

“But the problem is,” the old man pointed at Zhang Xuan, “he’s currently critically injured and on the verge of death, his condition extremely unstable. Although you and Hei Zi are working together to maintain the teleportation, it will still put a certain burden on the person being teleported. In his current state, can he withstand the pressure of interdimensional teleportation? What if his inner world completely collapses during the teleportation process, or his divine soul fire poison erupts…”

This is a dilemma.

Staying here means the injuries will not heal and danger lurks everywhere.

If you send it back, you will have to bear the risks of the transmission.

Just then, Zhang Xuan let out a soft groan, his eyelids twitched a few times with difficulty, and he managed to force himself to regain a sliver of consciousness.

His lips moved, his voice hoarse and weak: "Go...go back..."

"Master!" The demon fetus immediately bowed down.

Zhang Xuan's gaze was unfocused, yet it held an undeniable resolve: "This place is no place to stay... After I leave, you all must also leave quickly and hide..."

He had to catch his breath after every few words, and more blood foam spilled from the corner of his mouth, but the will to live in his eyes burned like a raging fire.

The old fox and the demon child exchanged a glance, seeing the determination in each other's eyes.

“In that case, there’s no time to lose!” The old slickman made a decisive decision. “Demon Fetus, contact Blackie immediately and tell him to prepare to open the passage and receive us for our return. I will set up a sword domain here to isolate the inside from the outside and ensure its stability.”

"Yes!"

The demonic fetus nodded emphatically, immediately sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and concentrated, communicating with Hei Zi, who was far away in the Immortal Gourd Realm.

The old slick-haired man, with his fingers clasped together like a sword, moved rapidly in the quiet room.

Strands of grayish-white sword intent crisscrossed, forming a fine and mysterious sword net that enveloped the entire quiet room.

The Sword Net not only isolates itself from all external investigation and interference, but also exudes a desolate Daoist charm that annihilates all laws.

In the quiet room, time seemed to stand still.

Only the dark vortex that gradually lit up between the demonic fetus's brows and Zhang Xuan's faint yet tenacious breathing could be heard.

About an incense stick later, the demonic fetus opened its eyes, its gaze a mixture of weariness and excitement: "Brother Heizi is ready, and the passage can be opened. But... Brother Heizi said that Master's injuries are too severe, and the burden will be enormous, so we must finish this quickly."

"Okay." The old slick man looked at Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan nodded slightly and took a deep breath.

This simple action caused his chest wound to reopen, and blood gushed out.

But he seemed oblivious, and his hands laboriously formed a strange hand seal.

Instantly, the two cracked main trunks on his broken body glowed slightly, forcibly restraining the wildly dissipating Daoist energy within him.

Thirteen broken and withered side branches also tried their best to release their last brilliance, intertwining into a thin but tough cocoon of Dao principles, barely enveloping his inner world and the core of his soul.

"Now!" Zhang Xuan shouted.

Without further hesitation, the demonic fetus fully activated the origin of its Dao body!

The dark vortex between his brows suddenly expanded, transforming into an entrance to a passage about ten feet in diameter!

The old slick man carefully lifted Zhang Xuan up and carried him to the entrance of the passage.

"Hold on!"

The old man gave a low shout, and a pure sword intent flowed into the demonic fetus's body to help stabilize its channels.

Zhang Xuan gritted his teeth, enduring the spatial tearing and the erosion of Dao principles caused by traversing the interface barrier. The cracks in his inner world seemed to be widening under the pressure, and the fire poison deep within his soul was also stirring restlessly…

Three breaths felt as long as three hundred years.

Finally, Zhang Xuan's figure completely disappeared into the passage.

The moment he teleported there, the demonic fetus's aura instantly weakened, and it collapsed to the ground.

The old man quickly helped him up, fed him a few pills, and then channeled his sword intent into him to help him regulate his breathing.

"Is it...successful?"

The demonic fetus nodded slowly: "With Master's will, we should be able to arrive safely."

A brief silence fell over the quiet room.

Both of them understood that Zhang Xuan's crisis was not completely over; the teleportation was only the first step, and more difficult treatment was yet to come.

But at least, hope has been delivered.

A moment later, the old man stood up and looked at the brightening sky outside the window: "The Bone Demon Lord gave us three days, and there are still two and a half days left. Let's pack up and leave Bone Tomb Village."

The demonic fetus struggled to its feet: "Where do we go next?"

A cold, sharp glint of sword intent flashed in the old man's eyes: "The Abyss of the Beginning Demon is vast and boundless, and the no-man's-land is not just a collection of bone mounds. Let's leave this place first, conceal our whereabouts, and lie low for a while."

"As for the Treasure Pavilion..." The old man glanced at the shop they had run for several years, his eyes showing little reluctance. "Take all the resources you can carry, and leave the rest to the Skeleton Demon Lord. Consider it a good deed."

For the next two days, Yizhen Pavilion quietly closed.

All the precious supplies were neatly packed away by the old fox and the demon child.

The old fox and the demonic fetus changed their appearances, transforming into two ordinary demonic cultivators, and quietly left.

They did not depart from any known large sphere of influence, but rather headed towards a more desolate and chaotic remote area.

The Skeleton Demon Lord appeared before the deserted Pavilion of Exotic Treasures, gazing in the direction the two old men had left, his eyes deep: "To escape the siege of the three True Immortals of the Boundless Abyss Kingdom, and to complete interdimensional teleportation while so severely injured... your secrets are greater than I imagined. After this parting, I don't know if we will be enemies or friends when we meet again. I hope... you will not betray the kindness I showed you today."