"So quiet..."
"I wonder if Bazhun’an has found the Heavenly Realm yet..."
"But indeed, without Xu Xiaoshou, the Ti Realm is much safer."
In the chaotic and shattered Ti Realm, Kong Yuhen, imrsed in Dao, silently observed this world.
Though no longer the leisurely tea-drinking tis of the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, being alone in the Ti Realm, away from the battle noise, was also a kind of enjoynt.
"I wonder what has beco of the Shengshen Continent."
"But since Xu Xiaoshou has passed through thirty-two Thunder Tribulation Arrays, theoretically, among the Zero Ancestral Gods, there should be few opponents."
"The fires of war should not spread to the Ti Realm."
Shangri-La!
This was Kong Yuhen’s positioning for the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, as well as for the current Ti Realm.
No need to do more; either wait for Xu Xiaoshou to end everything, or for Bazhun’an to return with the new Heavenly Realm, and the dust will settle.
"Ugh!"
His thoughts suddenly pricked with pain.
Kong Yuhen gathered a bit of his true form from the Great Path.
"It’s happening again..."
His brow furrowed.
He knew it was a sign of power gradually depleting.
Similar pains had occurred over the years, coming at least once a month, lasting for one or two weeks each ti.
Despite Xu Xiaoshou’s great help, providing a few precious drops of Life Potion, it was still insufficient to maintain such a vast Ti Realm.
Those nourishing drops had long been consud.
"Hmm?"
But quickly, Kong Yuhen noticed sothing amiss.
This ti, the pain ca suddenly but did not appear as a throbbing pain; instead, it intensified over ti.
It was as if soone forcibly intruded into his spiritual world, forming needles that pricked, causing Kong Yuhen to sweat profusely in no ti.
"Not right..."
"It doesn’t seem to be, power depletion..."
He extended his hand with difficulty, finally discovering the "lesion" on his body.
His right hand had swollen with lumps at unknown tis, blood vessels turning green, the entire arm becoming unusually slender, resembling a vine of a plant.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle!"
Not just the right hand, but the left hand too.
Even both feet and the torso began to deform.
In a series of hissing sounds, the humanoid Kong Yuhen quickly transford into a not very robust plant, with only his head barely maintaining a human shape.
But...
"Itchy!"
"So itchy!"
It felt as if dense rashes crawled over his face, and the urge to scratch with his hands was left unsatisfied due to his arms becoming soft and powerless.
Space as a mirror.
Kong Yuhen widened his eyes, staring forward, his pupils trembled.
Where was the "person" in the mirror? He had completely turned into a plant, and though the face wasn’t covered with blood rashes, it was covered with black sunflower seeds, making one shiver at a glance.
"Did I beco a sunflower?"
His brain felt like it was cracking, a throbbing pain piercing through his spirit.
Kong Yuhen murmured hoarsely, unable to withstand the pain of mutation.
In a daze, he seed to see himself in the spatial mirror splitting into countless existences.
There was a sunflower self, a Huang Quan wearing a Yama mask, a cold-blooded scholar with an icy gaze, a burly big bald man with a square face...
The mirror space magnified infinitely in phantom vision.
Rows upon rows of Kong Yuhen were born in various forms, making it impossible to determine which was the true self, as consciousness completely fell into chaos.
At this mont, a sinister laugh resounded in his mind:
"They took away, so I’ll have to make you my ghost beast host body!"
This voice...
dicine Ancestor, Divine Farr Hundred Grass?!
His thoughts swirled violently, but Kong Yuhen could no longer control himself and his power, and the multitude of selves rged back together.
A massive tumor replaced the Sunflower Kong Yuhen.
A bloody sizzle tore from the top, and half a body erged above, shockingly bearing the face of dicine Ancestor Shennong Hundred Herb, an old man with a weathered and wrinkled face.
"The Ti Realm is mine now!"
dicine Ancestor’s upper body pulled out from the blood tumor with great effort and manifested his hands, lifting them from the sides.
Reaching this step, he finally could do a bit more, but he frowned and sneered:
"No need to struggle."
"This Ancestral God’s arrangent spans billions of years, even if the true body of the Ti Ancestor ca, it couldn’t resist."
"Moreover, your resurrection is not complete, at most just a collective of the Ti Ancestor’s incarnations."
dicine Ancestor laughed heartily, his laughter filled with satisfaction, and yet there was deep resentnt and dissatisfaction.
Evidently, on Shengshen Continent, driven to such an extent, with life and the Reincarnation River both plundered, almost losing both life and lineage.
Anyone would find it unacceptable.
"Die!"
Fortunately, there was preparation.
dicine Ancestor poured all this hatred onto Kong Yuhen.
With both hands pressing down forcefully, as if to crush Kong Yuhen’s remaining will, attempting to completely seize the Path of Space-Ti.
The Ti Realm space suddenly rippled.
Without any explosion, after Kong Yuhen’s consciousness collapsed, it didn’t dissipate but transford into countless Kong Yuhen, bursting out from the blood tumor.
dicine Ancestor squinted, finding it sowhat tricky.
With the Ti Ancestor’s downfall, avatars innurable, it was a boon for an ancestral god wanting to possess the path.
Yet dicine Ancestor Shennong Hundred Herb’s current state was even frailer than Cursed Yin, unable to completely crush the will of just Kong Yuhen, this collective of Ti Ancestor incarnations.
One strike resulted in nurous avatars bursting out.
"Hateful!"
"Hateful Xu Xiaoshou seizing my eighteen Life dicine Pools!"
"Even more hate for Saint Xin’s Blood Demon Reverse Fate Technique, forced to the point of no return, which directly robbed the path from the Ancestral God!"
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