The Witch and Demon Tribes Break Free

"Only because the Heavenly Dao of your world forcibly shattered the Six Realms and twisted space have the clansmen of our Witch Clan and Devil Race been unable to descend for so long. But there is no need for you to be anxious. In two hundred years, the hundreds of millions of clansmen from our two races will be able to enter this place smoothly. The two of you may remain here and wait from now on." Zhu Jiuyin's gaze fell upon Chen Nan as he spoke calmly.

At those words, Chen Nan was instantly overjoyed.

Once the Witch Clan and Devil Race descended two hundred years later, it would mean endless additional aid in the battle against Heaven. Once the Heavenly Dao fell, there would be hope of reviving his family and friends and rebuilding the world.

At his side, Jumang's gaze swept over Chen Nan's still gaunt skeletal body. He said nothing, merely slowly raised a finger and lightly tapped.

In an instant, boundless vitality poured down like spring rain, flowing ceaselessly into Chen Nan's body. Gentle yet vast, it instantly enveloped his entire frame.

As the vitality continued to nourish him, fine flesh rapidly grew over Chen Nan's withered skeleton. His skin gradually turned rosy from pallid white, his broken tendons and bones silently healed, and his aura, once weak to the extreme, surged at a visible rate. Before long, he had returned to his peak state. His body was even stronger than before, his foundation deeper, and the aura winding around him ever more condensed and majestic.

"What terrifying power... With only one finger, he completely restored my ruined body, making it even stronger than before!" Chen Nan lowered his head to look at his reborn hands, his eyes filled with shock. Then he raised his