Recovering from Injuries

Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes in the darkness. Tiny specks of starlight flickered overhead, and his consciousness remained hazy, making it impossible to tell where he was.

"Where am I?" Huo Yuhao couldn't help but ask. He had assumed that in this seemingly desolate place there would be no one to answer, but a response came suddenly.

"This is your Sea of Spirit, sigh." Seeing that Huo Yuhao had finally woken up, Wang Yi, who still had some energy left, breathed a sigh of relief. This period of time had terrified him, which made him very angry at Huo Yuhao, though after so long, his anger had turned into relief. At least he was awake; as long as he was alive, everything else could be dealt with later.

"This is the Sea of Spirit?" That such a dilapidated place was his Sea of Spirit was no wonder he hadn't recognized it. The mental world that could once be called a lake was now in ruins; not only had the vast mental power vanished, leaving only droplets on the ground, but the starry sky above had also changed.

Or perhaps calling it a starry sky was incorrect; it was composed of various cracks that, at first glance, looked somewhat like stars. This was no minor injury. Trauma to the Sea of Spirit was extremely troublesome. There were very few spirit masters in the world who could skillfully control mental power, let alone one who could also heal it. Since ancient times on the Douluo Continent, one could count them on one hand. For an injury like Huo Yuhao's, it went without saying that no one could treat it. Perhaps the legendary gods might have a chance, but where could one find a god? Everything would have to depend on Huo Yuhao's own ability and opportunities.

Only now, with delayed realization, did Huo Yuhao feel the pain caused by his Sea of Spirit. The tearing sensation almost made him want to smash his head against the ground. At that moment, a ray of green light illuminated the Sea of Spirit, significantly reducing Huo Yuhao's agony.

The experience of going from hell to heaven almost made Huo Yuhao want to convert to Buddhism—no, heaven was a concept of God. When he saw that it was Wang Yi helping him, the words of praise stuck in his throat. Seeing the look of disbelief in Huo Yuhao's eyes, Wang Yi was somewhat unhappy.

"What kind of look is that? Do you not believe I can be of some use?" After saying this, he moved to pull his hand away from Huo Yuhao.

"Ah, no, don't do that. I'm sorry, Big Brother, I was wrong." Feeling the pain returning, Huo Yuhao apologized quickly. However, Wang Yi had only meant to scare him to teach him a lesson; the price paid this time was so high that it would be a major problem in the future. Although it wasn't just this fight that caused it, the battle had merely acted as a catalyst, causing the hidden dangers within Huo Yuhao's body to erupt prematurely.

"What exactly happened, Big Brother?"

"Since you've called me Big Brother, I'll tell you out of the kindness of my heart," Wang Yi said, putting on airs as he felt pleased that Huo Yuhao was showing him respect. "The reason for all of this is that the power and attributes within your Sea of Spirit are too great and too chaotic."

"Think about how many forces are in your mind: Tian Meng, Electrolux, and theoretically my own essence along with your own mental power. That's four forces already, not to mention that your own power, which should be the strongest, is actually the weakest and not even in the same league as the other three."

"The weakest of those three forces is at least at the limit of the Douluo Continent. All of them are crammed into your tiny Sea of Spirit. It's a miracle you're still alive. This is both your opportunity and your tribulation. If you can get through it, the world will open up for you; if you can't, just wait for your head to explode."

"You should thank Tian Meng this time. If it weren't for him, things would have really gone wrong, provided Electrolux hadn't acted as he said he would."

Hearing the name Tian Meng, Huo Yuhao gave a start. That's right, he hadn't seen Tian Meng yet, and anxiety began to well up in his heart. Wang Yi had long expected this reaction and shook his head speechlessly.

"Put your mind at ease. Tian Meng is fine; he just exhausted his energy and fell asleep. Is the Ice Silkworm species so fond of sleeping? I was worried sick along with him for quite a while, and in the end, I was the only one left waiting for you to wake up."

"You overused both your body and your mind in this competition; you practically threw your life away. You passed out instantly, and you left a pile of messes in your head."

"The green and the black forces, without your restraint, became uncontrollable and fought directly using the Sea of Spirit as their battlefield. That made life miserable for us two bystanders, Tian Meng and me. The storm swept through the Sea of Spirit—that wouldn't have been so bad, we could have managed—but your Sea of Spirit couldn't take it and just gave up. It was on the verge of shattering. Tian Meng was scared to death and rushed to maintain the stability of the Sea of Spirit, only relaxing once the two forces had nearly exhausted each other."

"To put it bluntly, the root of all this is you. Where did they get their power? It all came from you. Your mental power exceeded the limit you could control, so you let them take charge. One would have been fine, but two tigers cannot share one mountain, and so they fought."

Hearing this, Huo Yuhao felt a bit embarrassed. His impulsiveness had caused consequences that were nearly irreversible. However, if he had to do it again, he couldn't guarantee he would hold back. He would still use those two energies to face his enemies; the gray aura provided the mental limit, and the green aura provided the physical limit. It was the fusion of these two limits that allowed him to defeat Dai Huabin, a powerful enemy he otherwise could not have overcome.

However, this could only happen once in the short term. His body could not support another battle of such intensity. Just the energy consumed to heal his broken bones was immense; Huo Yuhao didn't need to look at his body to guess how poor his condition was.

Suddenly, Wang Yi's cheerful voice came through: "But there is good news this time: I can control a portion of my essence. Although it's only a small part and I can only use a fraction of my abilities, it's still a huge step forward, hahahaha."

"Alright, since you're awake, go take a look outside. Your friends are still waiting for you anxiously. As for the pain in your body, just endure it for now. I don't have the extra energy to help you; you must bear the consequences of your own actions. You don't need to worry about the pain in your Sea of Spirit anymore."

Huo Yuhao opened his eyes once more, and instead of the shattered starry sky, he saw a white ceiling. Hearing the joyful cries beside him, he didn't even have time to respond before a sharp pain surged through him. No wonder he had woken up in the Sea of Spirit first; this pain was truly no simple matter. Pain radiated from every limb and bone, as if afraid the master wouldn't notice. He nearly passed out from the agony again.

"Hahaha, kid, let's see if you dare to do that again next time." As he spoke, the pain in Huo Yuhao's body subsided by more than half, and the gratitude in his heart flowed like a mighty river.

"Little Yuhao, you're finally awake. You don't have to push yourself so hard, you've suffered such heavy injuries." It was Tang Ya who said this, and she was on the verge of tears. Bei Bei comforted Tang Ya and then said to Huo Yuhao, "Little Junior Brother, just rest and recover. You've passed the exam successfully, and no one can question your results. Don't worry about anything else."

Hearing this, Huo Yuhao felt at ease. Beside him seemed to be Xu Sanshi, but he was too exhausted to stay awake and drifted into a deep sleep. With Wang Yi guarding him, he could finally truly rest and recover.