Chen Tang was injured.
He had about a dozen wounds, most of which were superficial.
A knife wound on the left shoulder, a sword wound on the right leg, the most serious were four wounds on his back and under the ribs, deep enough to expose bone.
This was because Chen Tang had undergone horizontal body training, with a strong physique. Otherwise, the force of these four wounds would have severed his arms and legs, and his belly would have been split open.
The Divine Light Slash was indeed powerful, and in most cases, it could instantly kill a Fourth Grade Middle Concealnt.
But the ti for entering the Divine State was only the span of a single breath.
Within that brief mont, Chen Tang could currently slash a maximum of forty-five tis.
With the alley combat near the Shadow Tower, plus the battle just in front of the pharmacy, Chen Tang had exhausted the ti for entering the Divine State completely.
Once unable to instantly kill a Fourth Grade Middle Concealnt, Chen Tang would face attacks from all directions, coming endlessly, leaving him weary from defending.
Over ti, he would inevitably expose a flaw.
After all, he was only Fifth Grade, and even though his foundation was solid, his cultivation of the Giant Demon Breathing Technique made him unrivaled among his peers, with overwhelming strength.
But when facing a Fourth Grade Martial Artist, he couldn't achieve a level of strength suppression.
In such a situation, he couldn't possibly remain unscathed.
Without the threat of the Divine Light Slash, and unable to use the Lion's Roar in a short ti, sensing Chen Tang's weakness, the assaults from the many Hermits beca even more aggressive.
Chen Tang could only fight on with his injuries, exhausting the last of the ti for entering the Divine State, carving out a bloody path towards the direction of the Shadow Tower.
Before long, Chen Tang found himself back at the arch bridge.
During the day, there had been an assassination attempt targeting him here.
It was already late at night.
The fortune-telling blind man was still sitting by the edge of the arch bridge, wearing a tattered old raincoat, with sparse eyebrows, a face full of countless wrinkles, a crutch placed by his left side, and a broken bowl placed in front of him.
Upon hearing the commotion, the fortune-telling blind man turned his head slightly, his ears moving slightly.
"Your fate is indeed tough."
Just by the sound of footsteps, the fortune-telling blind man guessed Chen Tang's identity and suddenly spoke.
With the Divine Illumination ti exhausted, Chen Tang's head felt like it was splitting, and upon hearing the blind man's words, he said, "Your prediction was quite accurate."
During the dayti, the fortune-teller had predicted a calamity of bloodshed for him.
And it indeed ca true.
The fortune-teller sighed, "It's just a pity that business isn't good."
The broken bowl in front of him was empty.
Chen Tang fished around in his bosom, flicked his fingertips, and a Hidden Coin fell into the blind man's broken bowl, emitting a crisp sound.
Upon hearing the sound, the fortune-teller's eyebrows twitched as he chuckled, "Generous young man, this trip is sure to turn danger into safety, and misfortune into blessing."
As Chen Tang descended from the arch bridge, he suddenly felt his steps falter.
He suddenly realized that his right leg, which had just been struck by a sword, was numb!
The sword was poisoned!
With the ti for Divine Illumination exhausted, almost all his attention was on guarding against potential assassinations, only now realizing he had been poisoned.
Chen Tang lowered his head for a glance.
The wound on his right leg was already swollen, with the surrounding area turning dark blue.
Without Divine Introspection, Chen Tang couldn't accurately see the gathering of toxins inside his body and couldn't use his bloodline's power to expel them.
Just then, the fortune-teller brushed past him on crutches.
Chen Tang suddenly felt a strange sensation in his right leg.
Staring intently,
he saw droplets of black blood being forcibly extracted from the wound on his right leg by so invisible force.
In an instant, the extracted blood turned red again.
The redness around the wound quickly dissipated, and his right leg soon regained feeling!
The poison had been neutralized!
anwhile, a thick fog erged around the arch bridge without any warning, instantly engulfing both the fortune-teller and Chen Tang.
Chen Tang's body felt as if it was floating, accompanied by a dizzying whirl, and when he regained his senses, he was no longer on the arch bridge but inside a dimly lit house.
The room was sparsely furnished, possibly uninhabited for a long ti, emitting a decaying sll.
Thud, thud, thud!
The sound of a cane tapping on the ground gradually faded away.
Chen Tang realized that the fortune-teller had brought him here.
The fortune-teller had accepted his Hidden Coin and saved him once.
Soon, he heard the sound of stealthy footsteps nearby, mixed with the sound of garnts cutting through the air as soone passed overhead.
Holding his breath and steadying his mind, Chen Tang controlled his blood flow, even slowing his heartbeat.
"Where is he?"
"He's suddenly disappeared."
"Injured and poisoned, he should be nearby, he couldn't have gone far!"
"Search!"
Fragnts of conversation reached him intermittently in the darkness.
With a grave expression, Chen Tang knew the danger was not over!
The fortune-teller had neutralized the poison in his leg, taking him to this place, temporarily escaping the danger, but to return alive to the Shadow Tower, he would have to rely on himself.
The backlash from the exhausted Divine Illumination made Chen Tang feel dizzy and fatigued, his eyelids heavy, longing to fall asleep.
But he knew, if he fell asleep now, it wouldn't be long before the Hermits found him.
In his sleep, he'd be killed, never to wake up again!
Chen Tang lightly bit his tongue's tip, propping up his spirit, leaning against the wall, doing his best to stay awake.
Out of nowhere, his mind suddenly flashed with the Sea of Wisdom Enlightennt Map.
It was as if Chen Tang was transcending, arriving once more beneath that cliff, gazing upon the boundless sea and the vast sky rging into one, forming an inseparable whole.
In the face of the sea, he again felt his insignificance, his mind achieving an unprecedented tranquility.
At that mont, he seed to ld with the world, with the sea, with the sun and moon, removing himself entirely from the perilous, deadly environnt of Qianzhu City.
Chen Tang could no longer distinguish if he was recalling the Sea of Wisdom Enlightennt Map, or if he had beco part of the painting itself.
The sun rose and set, the stars shone brightly.
Chen Tang sat in front of the cliff for a day and night.
Yet he seed unaware of the passage of ti.
Suddenly!
The previously serene and deep sea surged with monstrous waves, as if stimulated by an external force, revealing cracks in the scene before him.
Chen Tang shivered all over and awoke with a start!
Just then, he heard a barely perceptible sound from the rooftop above!
A faint aura of killing intent spread around him.
So Hermit had already discovered him!
It was precisely the killing intent and unusual disturbance from the real world that pulled him back from the Sea of Wisdom Enlightennt Map.
Chen Tang raised his head, peering through the broken roof at the round moon outside.
In the Sea of Wisdom Enlightennt Map, he had spent a day and a night.
But in reality, it was rely the ti it took to drink a cup of tea.
And to Chen Tang's surprise, in such a short ti, the backlash effect brought by the exhaustion of Divine Illumination had vanished!
The ti for entering the Divine State had been restored.
The recent imrsion in the Sea of Wisdom Enlightennt felt as if he had taken a nap.
Not only that, Chen Tang sensed a subtle bulging in his brow, as if the power within the Mud Ball Palace had grown stronger than before, eager to burst forth!
It seed to be a Visualization thod capable of strengthening and rejuvenating the Divine Soul!
A trace of excitent flickered in Chen Tang's eyes.
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