Immortality Cultivation

Chapter 268: Complete Recovery

Inside the tree hollow, time seemed to have lost its meaning. There was only the sound of Fang Hao’s faint yet steady breathing, and the wisp of Chaos Qi within his body flowing like a murmuring stream, slowly and firmly repairing and strengthening him.

Days rose and moons fell, and who knew how many seasons had passed. The light outside the tree hollow, filtered through the gaps, was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, accompanied by wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, as well as the roars of Demon Beasts in the distance and the occasional short, intense fluctuations of battle belonging to human Cultivators.

Fang Hao was like a dormant boulder, maintaining minimal vigilance against the outside world. The vast majority of his attention was submerged within his body, guiding that wisp of Chaos Qi, born from the edge of death and the Chaos Origin, to repair his riddled Physical Body and Divine Soul bit by bit.

This was an extremely painful and tedious process. Every expansion of his Meridians, every healing of his bones, and every increase in the Spiritual Liquid in his Dantian was accompanied by an itch and stinging pain that penetrated deep into his marrow. Repairing his Sea of Consciousness was like walking a tightrope over a ten-thousand-foot cliff; a slight carelessness could cause that weak wisp of Chaos Qi to be swallowed by the chaotic waves, and his Divine Soul would completely collapse.

But Fang Hao’s will had long been tempered to be as firm as a rock through repeated struggles on the edge of life and death. Like the most patient craftsman, he used this weak wisp of Chaos Qi as a carving knife to re-sculpt, repair, and polish his nearly ruined body bit by bit.

The magic of the Chaos Derivation Art was fully revealed at this moment. That wisp of Chaos Qi, like the mother Qi from when heaven and earth first opened, contained infinite creation and vitality. It not only repaired Fang Hao’s injuries but, in the process of healing, subtly strengthened his Physical Body, Meridians, and even his Dantian. The bones that had been broken and reconnected were tougher, faintly glowing with a jade-like luster; the damaged and healed Meridians were wider and tougher than before, capable of containing and transporting more Spiritual Power; the dried-up Dantian, nourished by the Chaos Qi, regained its vitality, and that small pool of Chaos Spiritual Power, from murky to clear, from weak to full, was slowly expanding, its purity far exceeding what it was before.

Even his severely overdrawn and nearly collapsed Divine Soul gradually stabilized under the nourishment and combing of the Chaos Qi. The waves in the Sea of Consciousness gradually calmed down, and the chaotic mist was dispelled and absorbed, turning into nourishment for the Divine Soul. That wisp of Chaos Qi was like a needle that calms the sea, taking root in the center of the Sea of Consciousness, continuously growing, emitting an aura of inclusion and evolution, making his Divine Soul more solid and tough, and greatly increasing his tolerance for pain.

Time passed quietly in this slow and firm repair.

I don’t know how long it had been, perhaps months, perhaps more than half a year.

On this day, when a wisp of morning light with a cold chill from outside the tree hollow shone on Fang Hao’s face again, his body, which looked like a mud statue covered in dust and dead leaves, suddenly vibrated very slightly.

Immediately, a weak but incomparably pure, thick, and ancient Spiritual Power fluctuation, as if from the beginning of Chaos, slowly radiated from him. This fluctuation was extremely weak at first, like a spring breeze brushing over a lake, but soon, it quietly spread in all directions like a tide with him as the center.

The dust accumulated in the tree hollow was brushed away by this invisible fluctuation. The dead leaves covering him moved without wind and drifted to the side. His eyelids, which had been closed for an unknown amount of time, twitched slightly.

In the next instant, Fang Hao opened his eyes abruptly!

Two sharp, electric-like, yet deep, abyss-like gleams flashed in his eyes and disappeared instantly, then quickly retracted and returned to calm. However, his eyes were brighter, calmer, and possessed a hint of indescribable vicissitude and insight than before he fell into a coma.

He sat up slowly, with a sense of stagnation as if he were rusted. A crisp sound like popping beans immediately came from his whole body; it was his long-dormant bones, muscles, and Meridians adapting and singing with joy. An unprecedented sense of fullness and power surged through his whole body.

Fang Hao looked down at his hands. The hideous bloodstains left by the fierce battle with the Sun Family Old Ancestor on his skin surface had long since disappeared, and not even a trace of a scar remained. His skin was smooth, faintly glowing with a warm jade-like luster; this was a further manifestation of the Hundred Refinements Golden Body Art under the nourishment of the Chaos Qi. He tried to clench his fist, and his knuckles made a slight explosion sound. An explosive power surged in his muscles. He felt that the strength of his Physical Body was at least 30% higher than before he was injured! And it was tougher and had stronger recovery ability!

"Finally... completely recovered." Fang Hao let out a long sigh of turbid air. This breath was long and deep, forming a white streak in the tree hollow that did not dissipate for a long time, showing the strength of his inner breath.

He immediately sank his consciousness and looked inside himself.

In the Dantian, the dried-up Spiritual Lake was gone, replaced by a Spiritual Power vortex that was wider and deeper than before! At the center of the vortex was a fist-sized, Chaos-colored, slowly rotating viscous Spiritual Liquid! This Spiritual Liquid was no longer pure attribute-less Spiritual Power, but contained a trace of the mysterious Chaos Qi cultivated by the Chaos Derivation Art, pure, condensed, and vast, full of the potential to include everything and evolve all things. Its total amount was nearly doubled compared to his peak period! Moreover, he could clearly feel that the quality of this Chaos Spiritual Power was far superior to his previous Spiritual Power and contained more powerful might.

"Late Golden Core Stage, completely stabilized, and even... touched the threshold of Perfection." Fang Hao’s heart surged with joy. This time, being seriously injured and on the verge of death, and breaking and then standing with the help of Chaos Qi, not only completely repaired his injuries, but his cultivation had also progressed significantly due to misfortune, and he was only one step away from the Perfected Golden Core! More importantly, the attributes of his Spiritual Power had undergone a qualitative transformation, taking on Chaos characteristics, and his future potential was infinite.

Looking at the Meridians again, they were like highways that had been widened and reinforced, wide, tough, and unobstructed, capable of withstanding more violent Spiritual Power operation. His bones were like jade, with treasure light hidden within. His internal organs were strong and full of vitality.

Finally, the Sea of Consciousness. The once chaotic and near-collapsing Sea of Consciousness was now calm, and the seawater (Divine Sense power) presented a deep blue color with a faint Chaos color, more solid and vast than before. In the center of the Sea of Consciousness, a walnut-sized Chaos-colored air vortex was slowly rotating, emitting an aura of inclusive and evolutionary mystery, stabilizing the entire Sea of Consciousness. This was the core of the Divine Soul cultivated by the Chaos Derivation Art. Although it was still small, it greatly increased the strength, resilience, and resistance to illusions and Divine Soul attacks of his Divine Soul.

"A blessing in disguise." A smile appeared on the corner of Fang Hao’s mouth. This serious injury almost cost him his life, but after surviving it, the gains were huge. The all-around improvement of his Physical Body, Spiritual Power, and Divine Soul, and his Foundation was more solid and thick than before.

With a thought, he tried to operate the Chaos Derivation Art. As soon as the Cultivation Technique was operated, the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and began to gather towards him slowly. Although the speed was not fast, it was extremely stable and pure, far better than before. Moreover, in this mixed Spiritual Qi of the Black Dragon Mountain Range, those chaotic, cold, and even weak Devilish Qi were easily stripped and purified by the Chaos Derivation Art, leaving only the purest part to be absorbed. This allowed him to maintain a certain Cultivation speed even in places with poor Spiritual Qi environments.

"Not bad." Fang Hao nodded with satisfaction. He stood up and moved his somewhat stiff body. His bones made a series of crisp sounds, full of power.

He looked down at his feet. The dark golden battle heaven axe was still lying there quietly, but the light flowing on the axe seemed to be more restrained and deep than before he fell into a coma, faintly echoing with the Chaos Spiritual Power in his Dantian. Obviously, during the time he was recovering, this mysterious battle axe was also absorbing and nourishing itself, and perhaps it had also gained some benefits.

Taking the battle heaven axe in his hand, a feeling of blood connection and heart-to-heart communication arose spontaneously, and he could even faintly feel a trace of weak joy and Battle Intent coming from the battle axe. Fang Hao gently stroked the axe body; this axe played a great role in his survival this time.

He checked the storage ring again. There were still some Spirit Stones and Materials inside, but the Medicinal Pill and Talisman he prepared before were almost exhausted during his escape and recovery. "Old Jin" was still lying quietly in the corner, severely damaged, with dim spiritual light, and needed a large amount of rare Materials and long-term nourishment to recover. The silver light shuttle was also badly damaged and needed to be repaired.

"It seems that I have to find a way to find some resources in this Black Dragon Mountain Range to repair Old Jin and the silver light shuttle, and then replenish some Medicinal Pill and Talisman." Fang Hao muttered to himself. Although the Black Dragon Mountain Range was dangerous, it also contained countless Heaven And Earth Treasure and Demon Beast Materials. It was a paradise for adventurers, and of course, a graveyard.

He walked to the tree hole entrance, carefully removed the simple Restriction that was already dim and lusterless, which he had set up before falling into a coma, and carefully spread his Divine Sense towards the outside of the tree hole like mercury pouring onto the ground.

After being promoted to the Late Golden Core Stage, and his Divine Soul being nourished and strengthened by the Chaos Qi, his Divine Sense detection range, accuracy, and concealment were all greatly improved compared to before. Soon, the scene within a few miles was presented before his "eyes" like a three-dimensional scroll, with every detail visible.

This was an extremely primitive and dense ancient forest. The trees towered into the clouds, vines hung down like curtains, the ground was covered with thick humus, and the air was humid, filled with the smell of rotting vegetation and soil. The light filtered through the dense canopy, dappling down, appearing dark and mysterious.

In his perception, many low-level Demon Beasts lived within a range of a few miles, mostly at the first or second level, equivalent to Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment Stage, which posed no threat to him. There were also some stronger Demon Beasts at the third level (Golden Core level) lurking in the distance. What caught his attention more was that in this area, there were several extremely obscure Divine Sense fluctuations remaining, with chaotic, bloody, and even cold auras, which were clearly left by human Cultivators who had been active here, and they were definitely not kind people.

"It seems that this Black Dragon Mountain Range is indeed not peaceful." Fang Hao withdrew his Divine Sense, and his eyes became sharp. He was now fully recovered, his strength had greatly increased, and he had Chaos Spiritual Power and a stronger Physical Body and Divine Soul, and his self-preservation ability was greatly enhanced. But this mountain range felt more dangerous and complex to him than he had imagined.

He changed out of his tattered and blood-stained clothes, took out a set of ordinary black tight-fitting clothes from his storage ring and put them on. He carefully put away the battle heaven axe (it should not be used easily now, the consumption was too great), and restrained his aura to the level of the Early Golden Core Stage (disguised with the Ethereal Art), trying to make himself look like an ordinary Loose Cultivator who had just entered the Black Dragon Mountain Range to take risks, with average strength.

After doing all this, he took a deep breath of the air with a unique scent of the Black Dragon Mountain Range, and his eyes became firm and calm again.

It was time to leave this tree hole where he had stayed for an unknown amount of time, explore this chaotic and dangerous black mountain range, find resources, repair the Puppet and Magical Artifact, and also inquire about news from the outside world.

The pursuit of the Sun Family would never stop easily. He must recover his full strength as soon as possible, or even become stronger, in order to cope with the more dangerous situations that might arise next.

His figure flickered like a leopard blending into the shadows, and he left the tree hole that had sheltered him for a long time silently, sneaking towards the deeper parts of the forest, the area where unknown darkness and opportunities coexisted.

A new Chapter was about to unfold in this crisis-ridden Black Dragon Mountain Range.

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[This is it for this massive mass release. Hope you like it. Praying to get a castle before this month ends.]