And then, that was it.
The earth-shattering, transformative change that I had imagined did not occur.
After the warm current flowed through my body, it subsided silently, like a stream flowing into the sea, without making any further noise.
Li Qingshan still lay quietly in the coffin, his divine body still the same divine body, the Bitter Sea still the same Bitter Sea, Five Great Secret Realms as peaceful as ever.
Even the Order Divine Chains and chaotic energy that automatically appeared around him didn't flicker even a little.
It was as if the drop of crimson blood that had just resonated with him, exuding a sacred and supreme aura, was merely a hallucination caused by his excessive tension.
Li Qingshan blinked, and even subconsciously looked inward several times to confirm that he had indeed not undergone any new or significant changes.
Besides, I felt a warm current flowing through my body.
Feeling a bit more relaxed?
But compared to the imposing aura of that drop of blood, this thing is utterly insignificant.
He had exhausted himself, remained fully alert, and even prepared himself for immense suffering, and this was the result?
I spent ages preparing this, and this is what you show me?
This is all bark and no bite! Even with his current state of mind, he couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness, like punching cotton, and a strong urge to complain.
"What the hell? They put on such a grand show, talking about the heart of the universe and the source of all things, but when you actually integrate, it's like drinking lukewarm water?"
This is such a huge difference!
He was speechless for a moment, feeling as if the solemnity he had just felt and the deep throbbing in his soul had been played on him.
The Bronze Coffin beneath him was cold and hard, possessing an unchanging, timeless quality that effectively isolated him from all external sounds and energy fluctuations, creating a completely tranquil world within the coffin.
In this silence where even the flow of time seemed to have become blurred, Li Qingshan's thoughts were like a wild horse that had been unleashed.
Breaking free from the shackles of time and space, they arrived in droves, surging and overwhelming, unable to find peace.
My thoughts drifted back to more than a decade ago.
" Demonic Embryo,"
A word carrying connotations of bloodshed, chaos, and madness surfaced in his mind, bringing a chilling coldness.
The feeling of struggling to survive in endless darkness and madness is like the deepest imprint, etched into my heart and unforgettable for eternity.
Consciousness was relentlessly torn apart by endless tyranny, slaughter, and destructive desires.
Like struggling and sinking in a boundless, viscous, foul-smelling sea of blood, clinging to a last vestige of self-clarity by a single, innate, undying spiritual light, like a flickering candle in a raging storm.
The immense terror and despair of the thought that one could lose their true nature at any moment and fall into an abyss of no return still makes him feel a chill and stirs his Dao heart.
It is the most direct and cruel confrontation with one's own deepest "evil" and "demonic nature," the ultimate purgatory where willpower is poured in.
Each reflection is a further refinement of one's state of mind.
"How exactly did I escape? How did I get from that desperate situation to the Golden Lotus Divine Spring?"
This is one of the biggest mysteries that lingered in his mind after he awoke.
The last scene of his memory is still clearly frozen in that moment: he attempted to undergo Nirvana and condense his Divine Embryo amidst the ruins.
But at the most crucial and vulnerable moment, it was brutally interrupted by the supreme power of the Shen Ji, which seemed to come from the heavens above, indifferent and ruthless!
What followed was a complete collapse of consciousness, being devoured by an even more turbulent and violent demonic force.
And the tyrannical aura of the Primordial Great Demon, which filled the heavens and earth and made all things tremble, engulfed him like a tsunami.
Then came shattered darkness, filled with chaotic light and shadow and agonizing screams.
In the cold and bone-deep loneliness of an unknown place,
When I awoke again, my vision and senses were filled with an incomparably sacred and peaceful divine light and vitality. I found myself in the Golden Lotus Divine Spring, a dreamlike realm that nurtured endless Fortune.
Something earth-shattering, far beyond his imagination, must have happened during this time.
Could it be that some unknown being forcibly intervened, using supreme means to strip away his Innate Indestructible Spiritual Light?
Who is it?
Who possesses such extraordinary abilities?
Not only could he accurately locate and rescue this faint glimmer of hope right under the noses of terrifying beings like the Primordial Great Demon and the Shen Ji?
What is the purpose?
He seemed to have some extremely vague fragments of perception in his mind.
It was as if, at the end of endless darkness, he had glimpsed a majestic yet indistinct figure in blue robes, radiating a reassuring and peaceful aura.
But the image was too ethereal, like a mirage, making it difficult to capture any precise information or appearance.
Chen Zhan?
It seems that this is the only powerful individual in this world with whom I have any interaction.
"A blessing in disguise; truly, life is unpredictable, and fortune and misfortune are intertwined."
As my thoughts turned to my current situation, a feeling of disbelief and déjà vu welled up within me.
Not only did they miraculously escape that terrifying calamity that nearly guaranteed their death, but they also...
It was by a stroke of luck that they encountered the incredible golden lotus and the Divine Spring.
The near-perfect environment and abundant spiritual energy provided not only enabled the Nirvana that had been forcibly interrupted years ago, but also allowed it to complete its transformation.
He even stepped into the peak of the Second Heaven of the Immortal Platform, condensed an unprecedented and infinitely potential Indestructible Divine Embryo, and forged a powerful foundation far surpassing his previous achievements.
In addition, they also obtained the Xuanhuang Mother Qi Source, which would be enough to tempt any supreme being.
The value of such supreme divine materials for forging Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon is immeasurable.
"Plus that drop of mysterious blood that has merged into my body, well, that'll have to wait and see."
This ordeal was full of twists and turns; it was a brush with death.
In the end, he narrowly escaped death and was granted this miraculous Fortune of luck, which is truly astonishing and makes one marvel at the mystery of fate.
"But fortune may be fraught with misfortune; where have my lost treasures gone now?"
Joy and emotion are inevitably mixed with deep regret and worry.
Where is Dao Bell, who has fought alongside him for many years and with whom he shares a deep understanding?
Although Dao Bell's strength was far inferior to his, he was of no help in the battle.
But after all, it was his first natal weapon, embodying his own path.
Has it been destroyed in the chaos of war, or is it still inside the Second Demonic Embryo?
There is also the Inherited Saint Weapon weapon of extraordinary power, which was obtained from Kunlun on Earth.
Accompanying it are eighteen Saint Weapon formation flags capable of unleashing a terrifying killing array;
That Qilin Seed, containing boundless vitality and the potential to cultivate a new elixir of Immortal Medicine;
That mysterious and unpredictable humanoid body, containing the Immortal Medicine;
And that incomparably sharp Dragon-Marked Black Gold Sword made from one of the nine Immortal Gold —these treasures were not only his powerful aids, but also witnesses and companions on his journey, carrying many memories and emotions.
Now they have all vanished without a trace, like stones sinking into the sea, leaving no trace, which makes him feel a sense of loss and desolation.
"The road ahead is long and fraught with uncertainty, a complex web of Cause and Effect. How should we proceed?"
The road ahead unfolds before us, yet it is shrouded in a thick fog, filled with unknown challenges and uncertainties.
I don't Dao Self 've been asleep.
What has become of the Three Realms now, after the immense upheaval and destruction he personally instigated during his eastward journey?
The wave of world-ending destruction is likely to intensify; it's unclear whether it has already ended.
Those old comrades who once fought alongside him, are they safe and sound now, or have they perished in that or subsequent upheaval?
He desperately needed to know all of these things.
Right now, the most direct and pressing question is: where exactly is this mysterious Small Bronze Coffin taking him?
Just as the surging aura around him gradually subsided, and his soaring thoughts gradually calmed down, finally settling into a moment of perfect tranquility, like the stillness of an ancient well.
"Buzz!"
The Small Bronze Coffin beneath it seemed to have finally waited for this moment, and once again emitted a clear and deep tremor, as if it originated from the eternity past.
The Void above the Divine Spring ahead was like the calm surface of a lake to which a giant rock had been thrown.
It began to twist and rotate violently, with countless fine Daoist runes and fragments of spacetime floating and colliding within it, shimmering with various colors of light.
Ultimately, it stabilized into a dazzling, iridescent entrance to a passageway that stretched to an unknown destination, exuding an aura of remoteness, unfamiliarity, and intrigue.
Small Bronze Coffin, a glint of light flashed in Li Qingshan's eyes, like a thunderclap piercing the eternal night, instantly dispelling all remaining confusion and hesitation.
"Let's go, and see where this journey leads!"
Before the words were finished, the Small Bronze Coffin seemed to understand, emitting a joyful and clear chime, and its body shone with a bright blue light.
It transformed into a streak of azure light, steadily enveloping Li Qingshan, who had undergone demonic tribulations, been reborn, and completed a double leap in his life.
They instantly disappeared into that newly formed, mysterious Void passage, whose beginning and end were unknown.
As the coffin disappeared, the entrance to the passage slowly closed, eventually returning to nothingness.
This land, which had given birth to two miracles and granted him new Divine Spring, once again fell into Eternal silence and solitude.
It was as if no one had ever come, and no one had ever left.