Base of the High Wall
Most of the nutritious meat broth flowing out of the factory was carried here by the underground river, forming muddy pools between the deep pits and providing the Tree Walls with the nutrients they needed to accelerate their expansion across the entire forest.
Yi Chen chose to stop here briefly to recuperate.
The incident was far from over. He would still have to face an even more terrifying and unknown church.
During the rest period, he needed to consider two things.
1. Reattach the left arm shattered by the village chief,
2. Consider the matter of his heart,
Little Grape had been bearing the burden of his heart function all this time. Aside from making her tired, it also cost him a rather important visual enhancement.
Only by cutting open his right chest like he had done when dealing with Granny Chicken and exposing the heart could he possibly retain his vision.
That approach was naturally impractical in actual combat, and it would greatly increase Little Grape's risk.
Now, a special option lay before him.
Since Yi Chen had never done anything like this before, he could not make up his mind.
The Steel Heart, covered in cracks, rested in his hands, illuminated by the campfire. Somewhere in the darkness, a voice seemed to whisper into Yi Chen's ear, urging him to stuff the heart into the empty space in his left chest.
To a certain extent, as long as this heart remained alive, the village chief had not truly died.
As long as the heart was placed into a body, it could slowly recover into the village chief's form under the influence of the Gray Domain.
Little Grape, is there any chance my body can accept this heart?
*If you want to die, just