Divine Spring

Desolate Forbidden Zone.

Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin slammed heavily into the ground, sending up sprays of dirt.

The coffin lay on its side, and the crowd scrambled out as if fleeing a disaster, all desperate to put distance between themselves and the malevolent star inside.

"Fang Yang, they're terrified of you."

Pang Bo said carelessly.

Inside the ancient coffin, he had seen Fang Yang eating chocolate and had cheekily approached him to ask for a few pieces.

He who eats another's food is soft-mouthed.

Besides, he greatly admired Fang Yang's methods.

Some people truly deserved to be put in their place.

They deserved to die.

The relationships between university classmates were just like that; Ye Zi was a person who valued loyalty and righteousness, so perhaps he felt a bit awkward when facing Fang Yang.

But he certainly wouldn't resent Fang Yang just because of a few people with whom he already had a poor relationship.

"It would be strange if they weren't afraid. You go on ahead; I have something to do."

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

Pang Bo didn't ask any unnecessary questions, following closely in Ye Fan's footsteps as they walked outward, soon disappearing from the Ancient Bronze Coffin.

Inside the coffin.

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

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

The fresh air carried a sweet fragrance, making one forget the oppression and gloom inside the ancient coffin, rushing toward a beautiful future.

The dozen or so survivors had isolated the small group led by Fang Yang and had long since run off to who knows where; their figures were nowhere to be seen.

Only Ye Fan and Pang Bo stood on a cliff, gazing at the strange scenery in the distance until Fang Yang stood shoulder-to-shoulder with them.

"This isn't Earth."

"Obviously."

"So, what do we do now?"

"Whatever happens, happens."

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

"Then we move forward!"

Fang Yang said decisively.

Unknowingly, he had become the backbone of Ye Fan and the other, wielding significant influence.

A handgun is violence.

And violence is the right to speak.

Pang Bo believed that following Fang Yang held great promise; at the very least, the probability of survival was far higher than following that group of classmates who only knew how to muddle through.

As for Ye Fan, because he had spoken a few words of justice and was a high school classmate of Fang Yang, he had been isolated by the others and had no choice but to board the pirate ship.

The three of them traveled along the way, unknowingly arriving before a spring, where an alluring fruity fragrance echoed in the air.

Thirteen small trees were rooted beside the spring, and the fragrance came from the single, bright red fruit growing at the top of each.

"What kind of fruit is this? It wouldn't be poisonous, would it?"

Pang Bo hesitated.

While he was still wavering, Fang Yang had already stepped forward, plucked a fruit, and taken a fierce bite.

It was crisp, refreshing, and overflowing with juice.

As expected of a fruit borne from a sub-plant of the Nine Wonders Immortal Herb, being one-ninth of an immortal herb, the taste was truly fresh and exquisite.

Seeing Fang Yang eating with such delight, Ye Fan and the other didn't hesitate any longer; they each plucked a fruit and began to eat.

Delicious!

Their eyes seemed to shine.

They had never tasted such delicious fruit before.

In a few quick bites, the fruit was down their throats.

Within a minute, the three of them had each eaten four fruits, their bodies feeling warm and filled with strength.

"This probably isn't ordinary fruit; it might be a spiritual fruit planted by some immortal. We're in luck."

Ye Fan sighed with emotion.

This was the world he had dreamed of.

If not for his parents back on Earth, he might have already been "so happy here that he forgot about home."

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

Pang Bo asked for the two men's opinions.

"You two discuss it; I'm going to get a drink."

Fang Yang had no interest in the remaining fruit and had his eyes set on the trickling Divine Spring.

This was a treasure; not only could it bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh on bones, but it could also nourish the growth of Immortality Elixirs.

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

He didn't stop until he had collected a full cubic meter of the spring water. Seeing that the spring could no longer sustain such a drain and the water level began to drop, Fang Yang decided to quit while he was ahead.

Leave a path for others, and you'll have an easier time meeting them in the future.

He was not Ye Fan; he dared not act too recklessly for fear of provoking a jade hand descending from the heavens.

Moreover, a cubic meter of Divine Spring was enough to make even a Saint green with envy. Its value was absurdly high; it was already a massive fortune.

Originally, Fang Yang had assumed the Storage Bracelet would be suppressed by the Desolate Forbidden Zone and could only hold a tiny amount of the Divine Spring, which was why he had only taken two cubic meters of Bodhi Wood.

He hadn't expected this Storage Bracelet to give him such a pleasant surprise, as it could actually store items like the Divine Spring at a one-to-one ratio within its space.

"Here, have some fruit juice!"

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

Inside the bottle was a thin layer of red liquid, clearly the juice squeezed from the Sacred Fruit.

"Pang Bo ate the remaining pulp, and I drank half the juice. My mouth didn't touch the rim, so don't be grossed out."

"I am grossed out."

Fang Yang replied, then downed it in one gulp.

The three traveled together, crossing one dangerous pass after another.

Along the way, various ferocious beasts and perilous terrains left Ye Fan and Pang Bo terrified, but Fang Yang, the only one in the know, remained calm.

The Desolate Forbidden Zone—wasn't this just Ye Fan's old home?

If the three of them could meet with disaster here, that would truly be a strange occurrence.

The Ruthless Empress might not be in the best state, but she would certainly have a certain degree of concern for this "similar flower" that was Ye Fan. She could not possibly sit by and watch the hope of her brother's resurrection be extinguished.

After climbing a stone mountain.

Fang Yang suddenly felt as if he were being scorched by flames. His entire body was unbearably hot, as if ten thousand ants were tearing at him.

Blood energy erupted from his body, burning like a candle flame.

Ye Fan and the others were the same, roaring and rolling on the ground, wishing they could just bash their heads in and die.

After the two of them fell unconscious one after another, even with his tiger-wolf strength, Fang Yang could not resist such cruel torture and collapsed to the ground.

He did not know how much time had passed.

Fang Yang woke up groggily to find his clothes a size too large. He stretched out his palm, which was as delicate and fair as a piece of white jade.

Beside him, Ye Fan and Pang Bo had also transformed into the appearance of twelve or thirteen-year-olds. Clearly, the medicinal power of the Sacred Fruit had been triggered, returning them to their youth.

"Who are you?!"

"What the hell, Ye Zi?"

Ye Fan and Pang Bo, who woke up shortly after, stared at each other in disbelief, unable to accept this reality.

If they were middle-aged men feeling their strength wane, or elderly men exhausted by life, they would only be overjoyed by this.

But for those in the prime of their youth, turning back into twelve or thirteen-year-old children was truly a difficult thing to accept.

"Returning to one's youth is a good thing regardless. Let's try to find signs of human habitation first and figure out where we are."

Fang Yang comforted them.

If it weren't for the fact that Ye Fan and his companion had yet to step into the world of cultivation and did not understand the preciousness of lifespan, he would have been unable to stop himself from scolding them for being ungrateful after getting a bargain.

In this broken world.

Even an Emperor who suppressed the world for an entire era only had a lifespan of a little over ten thousand years.

The Sacred Fruit they had consumed, even if it couldn't grant another lifetime, was more than enough to extend a Saint's life by a thousand years.

The might of a Saint could shatter stars with a single blow.

In some minor worlds, calling them gods would not be an exaggeration.

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

From a mortal's perspective, this was not short.

But in the context of the myriad worlds, among powerhouses with combat strength equal to a Shrouding the Heavens Saint, it was already considered innately deficient—truly pathetic and lamentable!