Divine Spring

Desolate Forbidden Zone.

Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin crashed heavily into the ground, sending clumps of dirt flying.

The coffin lay on its side as everyone fled from it as if escaping famine, all wanting to get as far away from the baleful star inside as possible.

"Fang Yang, they're really scared of you."

Pang Bo said carelessly.

Inside the ancient coffin, he had seen Fang Yang eating chocolate and shamelessly gone over to ask for a few pieces.

One ought to be lenient after accepting food from another.

Besides, he greatly admired Fang Yang's actions.

Some people really did deserve a beating.

They had it coming even if they died.

Their relationship as university classmates had only been so-so. Ye Zi was someone who valued loyalty and friendship, so he might have felt a little awkward around Fang Yang.

But Pang Bo would not hate Fang Yang over a few people he had never gotten along with in the first place.

"It'd be strange if they weren't scared. You go on ahead. I have something to do."

Fang Yang patted Pang Bo on the shoulder, signaling for him to leave first. He would catch up later.

Pang Bo did not ask questions. He closely followed Ye Fan out and soon vanished from the ancient coffin.

Inside the coffin.

Five corpses lay scattered across the ground, along with a bronze plaque from the Great Thunder Sound Temple.

Naturally, Fang Yang had no interest in the corpses. He touched the bronze plaque with both hands, stored it in his Storage Bracelet, and then walked out of the Ancient Bronze Coffin.

The fresh air carried a sweet fragrance, making them forget the stifling gloom inside the ancient coffin as they headed toward a better future.

The dozen or so survivors had isolated the small group led by Fang Yang and had long since run off somewhere. There was no sign of them at all.

Only Ye Fan and Pang Bo stood atop a cliff, gazing at the strange scenery in the distance until Fang Yang came to stand beside them.

"This isn't Earth."

"Obviously."

"What do we do now?"

"Serve it cold."

"Don't joke around at a time like this..."

"Then we move forward!"

Fang Yang said decisively.

Without realizing it, he had become the backbone of Ye Fan and Pang Bo's group, possessing considerable authority.

A handgun was violence.

Violence was authority.

Pang Bo believed there was a bright future in following Fang Yang. At the very least, their chances of survival were far better than following those classmates who only knew how to play peacemaker.

As for Ye Fan, he had been isolated by the others for speaking a few fair words and because he was Fang Yang's high school classmate. He had no choice but to board this pirate ship.

The three continued onward and, without realizing it, arrived before a spring. An enticing fruity fragrance lingered in the air.

Thirteen small trees had taken root beside the spring. The fragrance came from the bright red fruits growing at their tops.

"What kind of fruit is this? It isn't poisonous, is it?"

Pang Bo hesitated.

But while he was still hesitating, Fang Yang had already stepped forward, plucked a fruit, and taken a fierce bite.

It was fresh and fragrant, its juice bursting forth.

As expected of fruit borne by an offshoot of the Nine Wonders Immortal Herb. One-ninth of an Undying Medicine Fruit truly tasted exquisitely delicious.

Seeing Fang Yang eat with such relish, Ye Fan and Pang Bo no longer hesitated. Each picked a fruit and began eating.

Delicious!

Their eyes seemed to shine.

They had never eaten fruit this delicious before.

In just a few bites, each fruit was gone.

Less than a minute later, the three had each eaten four fruits. Their bodies felt warm and brimming with strength.

"These probably aren't ordinary fruits. Perhaps they're spiritual fruits planted by immortals. We're pretty lucky."

Ye Fan said with emotion.

This was the world he had dreamed of.

If not for his parents still being on Earth, he probably would have already forgotten all thoughts of home amid such happiness.

"There's one fruit left. Should we save it or split it?"

Pang Bo asked for their opinions.

"You two discuss it. I'm going to get some water."

Fang Yang had no interest in the remaining fruit. His gaze was fixed on the gently flowing Divine Spring.

This was good stuff. Not only could it revive the dead and regenerate flesh from bones, it could also nourish the growth of Undying Medicine.

He reached into the Divine Spring and used the Storage Bracelet to collect its water.

Only after collecting a full cubic meter of spring water, when the spring could no longer sustain such consumption and its water level began to fall, did Fang Yang stop while he was ahead.

Leave some room in all things, and it would be easier to meet again in the future.

He was not Ye Fan. He did not dare act too recklessly, lest a jade hand descend from the heavens.

Besides, a cubic meter of Divine Spring would make even Saint Realm experts jealous. Its value was outrageously high, already a massive fortune.

Originally, Fang Yang had thought the Storage Bracelet would be suppressed by the Desolate Forbidden Zone and would only be able to hold a small amount of Divine Spring. That was why he had taken only two cubic meters of Bodhi Wood.

He had not expected this Storage Bracelet to give him such a pleasant surprise. It could actually store even something like Divine Spring in its internal space at a one-to-one ratio.

"Here, your fruit juice!"

At that moment, Ye Fan approached and handed Fang Yang a bottle of mineral water.

A shallow layer of red liquid filled the bottle. It was clearly juice squeezed from Sacred Fruit.

"Pang Bo ate the leftover pulp. I drank half the juice, but I didn't put my mouth on the bottle. Don't mind it."

"I mind."

Fang Yang replied, then drained it in one gulp.

The three traveled together, crossing one perilous obstacle after another.

Along the way, all kinds of ferocious beasts and dangerous terrain left Ye Fan and Pang Bo trembling with fear. Only Fang Yang, who knew what was going on, remained calm.

Wasn't the Desolate Forbidden Zone basically Ye Fan's hometown?

If anything happened to the three of them here, that would be truly strange.

The Ruthless Empress might not have been in good condition, but she surely paid some degree of attention to Ye Fan, this similar flower. She could not possibly watch the hope of her brother's resurrection be destroyed.

After climbing a stone mountain.

Fang Yang suddenly felt as if flames were scorching his body. He was unbearably hot, as though ten thousand ants were biting him.

Vital energy rose from his body like a burning torch.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo were the same. They howled and rolled across the ground, wishing they could smash their heads against the rocks.

After the two fainted one after another, Fang Yang, despite possessing the strength of tigers and wolves, could not endure such cruel torment either and collapsed to the ground.

Who knew how long passed.

Fang Yang slowly awoke and discovered that his clothes had become a size too large. When he stretched out his hand, it was tender and smooth like white jade.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo beside him had also turned into twelve- or thirteen-year-olds. Clearly, the medicinal power of the Sacred Fruit had been stimulated, restoring their youth.

"Who are you?!"

"Holy shit, Ye Zi?"

Ye Fan and Pang Bo woke later. They stared at each other, unable to believe reality.

If they had been powerless middle-aged men or exhausted elderly men, they would have been delighted by this.

But for young men in their prime, turning back into twelve- or thirteen-year-old children was truly difficult to accept.

"Rejuvenation is still a good thing. Let's first try to find signs of civilization and figure out where we are."

Fang Yang comforted them.

If Ye Fan and Pang Bo had not yet entered the cultivation world and known how precious lifespan was, he would have been unable to resist cursing them for complaining after gaining such an advantage.

In this broken world.

Even a Great Emperor who dominated a Lifetime possessed only a little over ten thousand years of lifespan.

The Sacred Fruit they had consumed might not let someone live another Lifetime, but it could easily extend the lifespan of a Saint Realm expert by over a thousand years.

With the might of the Saint Realm, one strike could shatter stars.

In certain minor worlds, they could be called Deities without exaggeration.

Yet, limited by the incomplete Great Dao of this world and the scarcity of Immortal Elixir, they possessed only a few thousand years of lifespan.

From a mortal's perspective, that could not be considered short-lived.

But among the myriad heavens and worlds, compared to powerful beings with combat strength equal to the Saint Realm experts of Shrouding the Heavens, they were already born deficient—tragic and lamentable!