Thunder Sea

Zheng Zetian opened his eyes, his left eye a fiery red, his right completely blind. He felt nothing from his neck down.

He used his faint spiritual energy to quickly assess his condition. His limbs and half his face were blown off, and the shockwave had sent him flying an unknown distance. His spine was broken in three places. However, his torso, protected by the Sky Blue Cloud Mist Silk Robe he'd instinctively pulled on, had somehow withstood some of the impact, preventing immediate disintegration. Of course, the treasure couldn't fully resist the damage; its magic was broken, and the silk had fused with his flesh and blood.

I'm not dead... Did the Taishan Scripture trigger? ...No, that 'instant kill'… at my current realm and power, the Taishan Scripture wouldn't have had time to activate... Ah, right, the blood pact with Tu Lou. That must have absorbed some of the damage.

Zheng Zetian lay on the ground, unable to move. At this moment, he couldn't even muster the strength to gather energy, let alone bite his tongue to end it all. And most critically, even Moon was obscured by the thunderclouds.

"Ze Tian--!!!"

Damn it.

A flash of lightning, and Song Dayou, eyes blood-red and reeking of alcohol, teleported in, rushing towards his mangled disciple.

"Ze Tian, how are you!!"

Song Dayou slid to a halt, gathering the disciple's broken body into his arms. Seeing a faint wisp of energy still present, his aged face, contorted between crimson and pale, relaxed, almost to the point of tears.

"You're not dead! That's good! Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! Master is here! Master is here!"

Zheng Zetian weakly glared at the man with poor aptitude and premature aging. For a fleeting moment, his silhouette seemed to merge with someone from a