Apart from the three people in the center of the vortex, they all stood still, not moving an inch, even maintaining the sa pose as just a mont ago, as if nothing had happened.
About a dozen seconds later, the tall and skinny one and the short fatty both silently collapsed backward, never to stand up again.
The surroundings were gloomy and utterly silent; Ling Zhenfei just sat down directly on the ground.
He knew he had succeeded, but he was barely any different from being dead now.
The Northern Spiritual Energy produced by the Riming Flower had been completely depleted with the sixth punch of the Heaven-Splitting Ten Fists just now. Now, there was only a little bit of Northern Spiritual Energy left in his body, and it was slowly fading away.
Ling Zhenfei knew that it was the side effect of the Riming Flower. Even if he wasn't doing anything now, he couldn't channel the Northern Spiritual Energy anymore.
He had not a bit of strength left in his body, and all his bodily functions were vanishing. By overstraining his Northern Spiritual Energy just now, he had also exhausted all of his life force.
His body was already severely injured. After the great battle, his injuries were extrely grave. If he weren't a Spiritual Cultivator but an ordinary person, he wouldn't even survive the severe internal injuries.
Ling Zhenfei knew that he was close to dying; to be on the verge of death felt just like this. He suddenly thought of Lu Huanong and realized that her prediction was incredibly accurate. Lu Huanong had calculated that a great disaster was coming for him—who would have thought it would arrive so quickly.
As his heartbeat slowed, Ling Zhenfei was sure that he was really about to die. He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. Who would have thought he would die here, in such a suffocating manner? He had too many unfinished things and was truly reluctant to let go.
His villa hadn't been completed yet; he dread of seeing it finished. He hadn't had the chance to travel around the world, hadn't given his sister-in-law the good life she deserved, and Lu Huanong hadn't yet perfected the life-extending pill.
He wasn't even married yet. He liked children, wanted a child to accompany him from a young age as he grew up, sothing he had looked forward to since he was a child.
Suddenly, he felt that he could not die. In desperation, he searched through the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow for sothing—a Divine dicine that could bring back the dead and nd bones—but where in the world was such a Divine dicine that could heal such grave injuries?
Ling Zhenfei saw the Nine Revolutions Soul Restoration Pill he had refined. If anything could save his life, perhaps it was only the Nine Revolutions Soul Restoration Pill.
Without thinking, he directly swallowed a pill—it didn't matter if it worked or not; it was better than nothing.
The Nine Revolutions Soul Restoration Pill could preserve the dying life force but couldn't heal internal injuries. To prevent himself from dying like this, Ling Zhenfei consud several other dicinal materials from the Heaven-Dropping Essence Marrow that had healing properties.
He ate the dicinal ingredients like a madman, even swallowing the two pieces of the Seven-Colored Flower he had left at Si Mayang's place, which were supposed to have excellent healing effects on wounds.
After consuming all these Spiritual dicines, Ling Zhenfei felt as though his throat was on fire. He took out the Xuantian Spirit Spring Pot and directly poured the Spirit Spring Water into his mouth.
After drinking the Spirit Spring Water for quite so ti, he finally felt much better. But his body was still so weak that he had no strength at all.
But in his heart, Ling Zhenfei truly didn't want to die. Many might mock others for fearing death and being cowardly, but only when one faced death could they realize how terrifying it was.
Just at this mont, Ling Zhenfei suddenly felt a surge of heat emanating from his Dantian, so intense it seed it might burn his body to ashes.
While Ling Zhenfei didn't know what was happening, and despite his body being very weak and unable to do anything, that high heat was there.
At this mont, Ling Zhenfei felt his head starting to heat up as well, and he was shocked. If it kept heating up like this, his brain would surely get fried.
But since Ling Zhenfei couldn't move his body, what could he do? He could only let the heat consu him.
Ling Zhenfei felt profound sadness in his heart. He was known as a Divine Doctor, always thinking about how to help others heal, yet who could have thought that he himself would fall ill like this, utterly helpless.
Gradually, Ling Zhenfei could feel his consciousness blurring, and his eyes began to struggle to stay open. If things continued like this, he was certain to be not long for this world.
To not die at the hands of the four experts but to succumb to this strange illness would truly be a pitiful way to go.
Just when Ling Zhenfei thought he was about to die, he suddenly felt a fairy appear before his eyes, descending from the heavens with an ethereal aura.
This fairy was as beautiful as the ones drawn in illustrations, wearing clothes and possessing a look that one would only expect to find in paintings.
The fairy ca to Ling Zhenfei's side, softly calling his na, then placed her hand on his forehead. Instantly, a cool sensation passed from her hand, bringing him considerable relief.
"A fairy has co to save ; I'm not going to die," Ling Zhenfei thought to himself as his last conscious thought before he passed out.
In his dream, Ling Zhenfei could continuously hear the fairy speaking in his ear, but he couldn't make out what she was saying. However, her voice was so lodious it was as if he was listening to the music of heavens.
After an indeterminate amount of ti, Ling Zhenfei finally woke up and opened his eyes.
Ling Zhenfei looked around and saw he was lying on a bed, an ancient Chinese-style bed with a canopy, quite rustic and old-fashioned.
And judging by its design, it seed to be a girl's bed. There was a faint scent on the bed, and looking around, he realized he was indeed in an ancient girl's boudoir.
Ling Zhenfei was stunned, unsure how he had co to be in such a place. Before he had lost consciousness, he clearly saw a fairy. Could it be that this place was the abode of the Nine Heavens Fairy?
He turned his body to look towards the window and saw a girl dressed in ancient attire writing.
Ling Zhenfei was startled once again. Could it be that he had actually traveled back to ancient tis? This girl, wearing a silk robe, was writing with her back to him, yet just from her silhouette, one could tell of her beauty. To call her a fairy was by no ans an exaggeration.
Perhaps hearing a noise, the fairy turned her head to look at Ling Zhenfei, and he was imdiately struck dumb.
"Lu Huanong!" It was actually Lu Huanong. Ling Zhenfei never would have imagined that he would end up in Lu Huanong's room. What exactly was going on?
"You're awake?" Lu Huanong said with a smile in her eyes.
"Was it you who saved ?" Ling Zhenfei asked incredulously.
Lu Huanong laughed, looking even more beautiful than a fairy. It was completely understandable why Ling Zhenfei mistook her silhouette for that of a fairy. Indeed, if he had not t Lu Huanong before, he honestly would have believed he had seen a fairy.
"Of course, it was who saved you. Who else could it be? I had warned you before that a great catastrophe was imminent for you, yet you never listened. It's a miracle that you didn't die this ti," Lu Huanong said softly, walking towards Ling Zhenfei's side.
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