All the righteous gathered watched Tian Chuzhen's transformation keenly. They knew that they were about to witness a historical mont when one person could overco the demonized willpower using their own willpower without any external aid.
If Tian Chuzhen could truly suppress the demonized willpower with his own, it would an that demonization was not invincible. Demonization itself was not frightening, but rather the lack of an idea to combat it was.
Tian Chuzhen's eyes slowly returned to their normal color, filled with exhaustion. It was understandable, given his critical injury. He had already overexerted his body in a frenzy and now, suppressing the demonized willpower with sheer will left him utterly spent.
Tian Chuzhen looked at Ye Tianfan standing before him, smiling as he spoke, "It seems you've grown a lot again!" After saying this, Tian Chuzhen could no longer hold on and closed his eyes, slowly collapsing.
Ye Tianfan rushed forward, catching Tian Chuzhen before he fell. With tears in his eyes, Ye Tianfan said, "Yes, Master, I've truly grown a lot. You will witness surpassing you step by step!"
At this pivotal mont, another elder erged from the crowd—Zhu Chu Zhenren, who had been absent until now. He had been refining the crucial pill needed for Tian Chuzhen. Initially heading straight for Tian Chuzhen's tent, he stumbled upon the collapsed tent and the gathered crowd, realizing sothing had happened to Tian Chuzhen.
Zhu Chu Zhenren hurried over and squeezed to the front of the crowd, witnessing Ye Tianfan holding the blood-soaked Tian Chuzhen. The sight shocked Zhu Chu Zhenren; his hands trembled so much he almost dropped the small porcelain bottle he held.
To prevent the bottle from shattering on the ground, Zhu Chu Zhenren, with trembling hands, tucked it carefully away, then rushed to Ye Tianfan's side.
"Quick...quickly put Junior Brother Tian Chu on the ground. Let check his condition!" Zhu Chu Zhenren held back his tears, for Tian Chuzhen's breathing was extrely weak. If not for his occasional slight twitches, he would appear dead.
Upon hearing Zhu Chu Zhenren's words, Ye Tianfan carefully laid Tian Chuzhen on the ground, looking at Zhu Chu Zhenren with hopeful eyes, seeking good news.
Seeing Tian Chuzhen lying flat, Zhu Chu Zhenren shakily ford a spell with his trembling hands. It took him six attempts before he succeeded, and then a vibrant green light enveloped Tian Chuzhen's body.
Once the green light covered Tian Chuzhen, Zhu Chu Zhenren almost cried out. The situation was dire; if not for the faint thread of life left, Tian Chuzhen would seem dead, and even this faint breath could disappear anyti.
In other words, Tian Chuzhen was at the brink of death.
Zhu Chu Zhenren and Tian Chuzhen shared a bond of nearly two hundred years as brothers. Despite their occasional bickering, their deep affection was undeniable. Now, Tian Chuzhen was practically beyond saving. If it was rely the last breath, he might be rescued, but the issue was more severe. His ridians were utterly shattered; no concept of ridians remained within Tian Chuzhen's body. Besides a few supporting bones, most were broken or shattered.
What plunged Zhu Chu Zhenren into deeper despair was finding Tian Chuzhen's Dantian completely shattered, not only the lower Dantian but even his Sea of Consciousness, the domain of his Divine Sense, was teetering on the brink of collapse, ready to break at the slightest touch.
In these circumstances, even past masters of dical arts at the Taiyi Peak could not revive Tian Chuzhen.
In other words, Tian Chuzhen seed beyond saving.
Zhu Chu Zhenren hesitated on how to convey this reality to Ye Tianfan. He struggled to accept it himself.
Just as Zhu Chu Zhenren resolved to relay this harsh truth to Ye Tianfan, Tian Chuzhen's body began to slowly regenerate. Though the pace was gradual, it unmistakably caught Zhu Chu Zhenren's attention.
"This... what is this?" Zhu Chu Zhenren uttered involuntarily, unable to believe his eyes.
"Uncle Zhu Chu, what's happening? How is my Master?" Ye Tianfan, seeing Zhu Chu Zhenren's expression, anxiously inquired, full of concern.
"I don't know yet. I'll examine him further," Zhu Chu Zhenren replied, delving deeper into his scrutiny of Tian Chuzhen's condition.
This ti, Zhu Chu Zhenren flawlessly executed the spell on the first attempt, and the vibrant green Spiritual Power enveloped Tian Chuzhen's body once more.
Although this examination's initial findings seed similar to the last, the subsequent revelations were earth-shattering.
Tian Chuzhen's ridians were slowly reforming. Though hard to detect, their regeneration was definite.
The Dantian, which stored Spiritual Power, also began a gradual restoration, nearly imperceptible, and most crucially, his Sea of Consciousness had stabilized, no longer on the verge of collapse.
This ant that Tian Chuzhen was no longer at death's door. If the recovery continued at this rate, Tian Chuzhen could return to his forr state in a month or so. Even with just two more days of recovery, Zhu Chu Zhenren could exert every effort to fully heal him.
With Tian Chuzhen on a path to recovery, Zhu Chu Zhenren turned curious about the mysterious power aiding Tian Chuzhen's healing.
Zhu Chu Zhenren rigorously examined multiple tis, finally discovering an anomaly in one corner. In Tian Chuzhen's heart, he detected a familiar Spiritual Qi fluctuation.
"This... this is..." Zhu Chu Zhenren, recognizing the Spiritual Qi, was at a loss for words. He never imagined the Great Fire Sword could save a life.
Indeed, the Spiritual Qi within Tian Chuzhen's heart, driving his recovery, stemd from the Great Fire Sword.
"I never expected you, once broken, to protect your master through another ans," Zhu Chu Zhenren remarked in awe.
Exactly so, during Motolo's strike, the Great Fire Sword was shattered, and its Spiritual Qi entered Tian Chuzhen's body. When sensing Tian Chuzhen in mortal danger, it began expending itself to aid his recovery.
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