In the Ten-Mile Maple Forest, Ning Chen had rescued Luo Xingchen and, with Little Gourd's help, devoted all his strength to healing him.
The Chaos Divine Demon suppressed beneath Sky-Transcending Sacred City possessed power that shocked heaven and earth. It could reverse life and death, even saving a Saint whose divine soul had been on the verge of dispersing. Such ability was truly astounding.
After a hundred days, Luo Xingchen's injuries had temporarily stabilized. However, his wounds had been too severe; there was no chance of him awakening anytime soon.
Humanity's strong had fallen one after another, its fighting strength withering away. The matter of the Great Dao Saints had yet to be resolved, and now an unknown Chaos Divine Demon had emerged. Ning Chen's heart weighed heavily as he racked his mind for a solution.
Judging from their clash that day, the Chaos Divine Demon suppressed beneath Sky-Transcending Sacred City was not much weaker than the god of the Eighth Heaven. If such a terrifying existence broke free of its seal, they would face even greater trouble.
From the beginning of time until now, he had thought that only two Chaos Divine Demons had survived—the Underworld King and the god of the Eighth Heaven. Yet now, a third had appeared. It was truly a headache.
Outside the wooden hut, Little Gourd and Guigui were playing and frolicking. Their hearts were as pure as children's, untouched by the affairs of the outside world.
Watching the two of them, Ning Chen's heavy mood eased somewhat.
When soldiers came, generals would stop them; when water came, earth would dam it. Things had come to this, and worrying was useless. He could only find a way to solve it.
Fortunately, the Immortal Domain now had quite a few experts at the Saint realm.