Gu Chen had no choice but to wait, so he simply sat down on the spot.
At this moment, although he was a soul, he was also equivalent to half a normal physical body, because he was not a normal soul, and naturally had real tactile sensations.
Gu Chen had no choice but to think of Na'er, Gu Yue, A-Meng.
At the same time, he was constantly cursing Tang Buddha Ancestor and Zang Xin, the Limit Douluo.
It's basically like this. "I'm up at 8 AM, you son of a bitch (the vanished Gobi Desert)... You're supposed to be Limit Douluo, even if that's divine power, couldn't you at least put up a fight? Is your Mental Power just for show? Is your Martial Soul Avatar just for show? Is your title of Amorous Douluo just empty words?!"
As for other matters concerning Tang Buddha Ancestor, that naturally refers to the lost driftwood.
I didn't mean to criticize him; I was just stating the facts.
Tang San's driftwood has indeed disappeared.
Plane Master, currently in slumber.
An Life Ancient Tree, in the process of being possessed.
It's clear that they've all disappeared.
That makes sense.
But after a while, even though they talked themselves hoarse and ran out of words, it still didn't make a difference.
I looked down.
A little more of the crystal, about the size of a fingernail, was covered.
"Damn it!"
This area seemed like a forbidden zone at the end of the world, devoid of any sign of Life Goddess.
Only the ever-rotating Yellow Springs exuded a chilling aura, surrounded by boundless Void and darkness, like an inescapable cage enveloping everything.
Time seemed to lose its meaning here; Gu Chen could no longer remember exactly how much time had passed.
His body was mostly covered by mysterious crystals of different colors that intertwined, with only his left shoulder and the area above his neck still exposed.
This change did not happen overnight, but rather took an incredibly long time.
From the Gu Chen first stepped into this place to its current state, it must have taken at least a hundred years.
The prolonged loneliness and isolation put unprecedented pressure on his mind and psyche, bringing him to the brink of collapse.
Here, no one can communicate with him; he is accompanied only by eternal darkness, and nothing else.
He couldn't even sense the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power, let alone the cultivation he relied on for daily survival.
I wanted to find something to do to pass the time, but I found that I couldn't find any feasible methods.
The only sound he could hear was the clattering of the Yellow Springs waters against each other, and as time went on, his body gradually stiffened, becoming unable to move an inch.
During this long and agonizing process, Gu Chen even began to have a blurred understanding of his own name.
Because amidst countless complex thoughts, the name seemed so insignificant, and gradually faded from his memory.
Perhaps before long, even he himself will completely forget that he ever had such a title. ( The Primordial World world and various high-martial-worlds span a vast amount of time, starting from either an era or a great calamity; a thousand years is already quite rare.)
Several hundred years passed, which, if measured from a physics perspective, is an immense period of time, akin to the transformation of the ocean into mulberry fields.
Over the course of time, Gu Chen was completely covered and enveloped by crystal-clear material, as solid as a cocoon, making it impossible for him to move an inch.
At this moment, he seemed to have lost all signs of Life Goddess; there was no rise or fall of his breath, nor any fluctuation of his thoughts.
However, amidst this silence and stillness, a pair of eyes, as dazzling as the brightest stars in the night sky, quietly shone with a faint yet resolute light.
These eyes, like Black Hole in the deep universe, continuously absorbed the colorful light emanating from the crystal.
The dazzling, colorful rays of light, like nimble little snakes, rushed towards Gu Chen's eyes.
However, compared to the total amount of Five-Colored Light contained in the enormous crystal, the portion he absorbed was negligible, a mere drop in the ocean.
The vast majority of the Five-Colored Light were not blocked; they surged into Gu Chen's body like a raging tide.
Once these lights entered his body, they immediately displayed astonishing destructive and creative power.
They relentlessly decomposed Gu Chen's original cellular structure, reducing it to its most basic elements; at the same time, they reshaped his skeletal tissue with a mysterious and powerful force, making it increasingly tough and strong.
Such a harrowing transformation process is undoubtedly extremely painful; the bone-deep, excruciating pain is enough to make one faint countless times.
Strangely, Gu Chen didn't seem to feel much pain.
On the one hand, his entire body was firmly bound by crystals, making it impossible for him to react or struggle; on the other hand, after thousands of years of tempering, he had long since become numb to the feeling of pain.
Over the course of these long years, his pain receptors seemed to have fallen asleep, leaving only a deathly silence and tranquility, like a bottomless valley, undisturbed by any waves.
In other parts of the body, it's not a big deal; even if the limbs are torn apart and then reassembled, it won't cause any major problems.
However, the heart and brain are the two most crucial organs. Even if the soul is attacked, once they are reorganized, it will inevitably lead to serious consequences.
You must know, these two areas are vital points that determine life and death!
If things go wrong, it might not be as simple as just being reborn; it could even lead to Reincarnation.
Unfortunately, Gu Chen was completely unaware of these potential crises.
At this moment, he was completely enveloped by the Five-Colored Stone and had lost all ability to think.
His originally frail body is undergoing a complete transformation and evolution.
Since flesh and blood are not strong enough, let's just let them evolve into a stronger and more resilient body.
During this period of thoughtlessness and Void, Gu Chen had clearly lost something quietly.
Those fragments that once existed deep in my memory, no matter how hard I try to recall them now, are as untouchable as treasures sunk to the deep sea.
And those important things that should have been etched in our memories seem to be shrouded in a fog, making them impossible to recall.