Chapter 110: Sacred Medicine

In the deepest part of the Forbidden Zone of Life, nine sacred mountains were linked together, encircling a colossal, pitch-black abyss that seemed to have no end.

At this moment, one of these majestic, towering sacred mountains was quiet, with lush, verdant vegetation growing abundantly. In the flat central area of the mountain peak, there was a two-meter-square spring pool, bubbling and overflowing with sparkling, crystalline light, as if formed from divine liquid.

A person lay in this very small spring pool, but they looked like a desiccated corpse. Their flesh was shriveled, their skin was dull and gray, almost cracked, and clung tightly to their bones.

“I’m not dead…” Ye Fan regained consciousness the moment he fell into the spring pool. The spring water contained a rich essence of life, preventing his body from further aging.

His life force was almost completely depleted. His internal organs had atrophied, and his flesh appeared as if it had been air-dried for a hundred years. Now submerged in the spring pool, he rapidly began absorbing the life essence, like a parched desert finally receiving a downpour of refreshing rain.

Ye Fan lay on his back in the two-meter-square spring pool. He felt his throat was parched and cracked, and his lips were reduced to mere skin. With difficulty, he turned his head and began to drink deeply.

The spring water was sweet and fragrant, moistening Ye Fan’s cracked lips and throat. It was like ambrosia, leaving an endless aftertaste, and a subtle strength gradually emerged within him.

Ye Fan gulped down the spring water. His dried-up life force gradually regained a spark of vitality. His flesh slowly recovered its vigor, and his withered internal organs were gradually nourished by the life essence.

He knew he had finally escaped danger and come back to life. Immersed in the divine spring, the malevolent power of the Primordial Forbidden Zone could no longer cause him to age. A full quarter of an hour passed; he had no idea how much spring water he had drunk, but his stomach was completely full, and he simply couldn't swallow any more.

Ye Fan lay on his back in the spring pool, not wanting to move an inch. Gazing at the clear, azure sky, he let out a long breath. Having survived the ordeal and with his vitality slowly returning, he felt a profound sense of relief.

He lay there for a full half-hour, feeling his life force gradually strengthen. Only then did he move his emaciated arms. His shriveled flesh had somewhat plumped up, his vitality continued to recover, and his heartbeat grew stronger.

Only then did his five senses slowly return. His body felt incredibly comfortable. As he soaked in the spring water, large amounts of life essence flowed through his pores into every part of his body.

“It’s truly good to be alive…” A look of contentment spread across Ye Fan’s face. Not long ago, his life's flame had been on the verge of extinguishing, and he felt that merely surviving was Heaven’s greatest blessing.

“People are never truly satisfied when they are comfortable and successful. Only when they reach the end of their rope and experience boundless despair do they realize that simply living a plain, ordinary life is a form of happiness.” Ye Fan lay there, gazing at the sky, his face brimming with smiles, slowly recovering his vitality.

His flesh and internal organs were being nourished. His pulse grew stronger, his skin gradually smoothened and gained some luster. Ye Fan finally felt a surge of robust strength, no longer utterly exhausted. He slowly sat up.

At this moment, his five senses fully recovered. He immediately noticed a rich fragrance, a refreshing aroma that invigorated his mind.

Around the two-meter-square spring pool stood eleven small trees. Each was over half a meter tall, shimmering with green light, as if carved from jade, sparkling and emerald green. They resembled pine trees, with clusters of needle-like leaves that seemed to be polished from divine green jade, radiating brilliance.

Ye Fan was no longer the ordinary person he once was. Having achieved success in cultivation, his spiritual senses were exceptionally acute, and he could naturally perceive many things he couldn't before.

Although the eleven small trees were short, their branches were covered in old bark, appearing gnarled, robust, and winding like coiled dragons. They seemed to have been growing for a hundred thousand years, existing for countless ages, giving off an incredibly ancient and peculiar aura, more like living fossils than mere plants.

At the top of each small tree was a dazzling golden fruit. They were about the size of a longan, crystal clear and translucent, seemingly cast from gold, truly extraordinary.

The jade-green tree bodies bearing these golden fruits interacted brilliantly, appearing incredibly dazzling. Their abundant fragrance was intoxicating.

Having endured countless hardships to enter the Primordial Forbidden Zone, all for these sacred medicines, Ye Fan was deeply moved. Looking at the eleven golden fruits on the eleven small trees, he felt that everything had been worth it.

The Sacred Land and the Primordial Aristocratic Families had planned for a long time, dispatching powerful individuals twice, expending immense effort to refine forbidden artifacts, and even bringing in a replica of the Desolate Pagoda. However, the result was annihilation; all the super-powerful individuals perished, and the transcendent major powers gained nothing.

Yet, at this moment, Ye Fan was sitting in the divine spring, with the sacred medicines within arm’s reach, easily obtainable. How could he not feel satisfied and excited? “Splash!”

Ye Fan stepped through the spring pool, reaching the shore in two strides. He immediately plucked a golden fruit. The rich aroma of the fruit permeated his internal organs, instantly making him feel refreshed, as if his soul was about to float out of his body.

“It truly is a divine medicine, though I don’t know why it can only grow above this malevolent Primordial Abyss.”

Ye Fan put the golden fruit into his mouth and gently chewed it. The sweet taste and fragrant aroma transformed into a tangible essence, causing the pores all over his body to instantly open, and he felt utterly comfortable, as if bathing in a spring breeze.

The longan-sized golden fruit was less than a single bite. Once bitten, it transformed into ambrosia, sliding down his throat. Ye Fan felt as if he were about to ascend to immortality in broad daylight, with a sensation of lifting off the ground, as if floating in bliss.

Now a cultivator, he couldn't simply consume it as an ordinary fruit like he might have in the past. He quickly sat down, leaning against the gnarled small tree, and began to circulate the mysterious techniques recorded in the Dao Scripture.

However, he was still too weak, his body severely decayed, having almost died of old age. Although drinking the divine spring had restored a good deal of his vitality, his hair was still as white as snow, his face covered in wrinkles, and his flesh shriveled. After the strange golden energy entered his body, it did not return to the Sea of Suffering nor enter the Divine Pump; instead, it surged directly through his limbs and bones, nourishing his aging body and gradually making his flesh radiate a crystalline luster.

Once the mysterious techniques recorded in the Dao Scripture began to circulate, they merely accelerated the dissolution of the sacred medicine. After only a quarter of an hour, Ye Fan’s flesh swelled, no longer shriveled, and became increasingly ruddy. His snow-white hair also gradually turned black.

He reached out and plucked a second golden sacred fruit. He put it into his mouth and gently chewed. The sweet pulp transformed into golden energy, which swiftly surged throughout his body. His skin began to shimmer with a golden luster, and flecks of divine radiance emanated from him.

After another quarter of an hour, Ye Fan felt his spirits lifted and his flesh filled with power. He was rejuvenated with vibrant vitality, and his skin regained its elasticity. With two sacred fruits consumed, he completely shed his old age, becoming a middle-aged man in his thirties, his body surging with vital energy.

Ye Fan stood up. Every movement he made exuded vigor, and he no longer felt any decay; he was rapidly regaining his youth. Just then, as if remembering something, his expression suddenly changed, and he rushed towards a nearby spot.

A hundred meters away, the golden scripture glowed brilliantly, lying quietly in the grass. It had not been carried by Saintess Tianxuan into the endless abyss. Ye Fan hastily picked it up and returned it to his Sea of Suffering. “What a stroke of luck!”

After retrieving the Dao Scripture, Ye Fan walked back, inevitably looking around. The sacred mountain was quiet; there were no skeletons here, and it was exceptionally peaceful.

He looked into the distance and instantly felt his scalp tingle. The other eight sacred mountains were densely covered, with skeletons continuously climbing up from the endless abyss. “How can this be? Only here is there nothing, just silence.” Ye Fan’s mind raced, and he immediately thought of the green copper block. “It sent Saintess Tianxuan flying, and she hasn't reappeared. Does the green copper block possess a powerful deterrent force?” He was uncertain and bewildered, wondering if this was the case.

“The Desolate Pagoda can suppress immortals, and the green copper is also a supreme treasure; perhaps it has such a deterrent power.”

The green copper block remained silent, submerged in the spring eye beneath his Sea of Suffering. It was like an unshakeable bedrock; he couldn't control it at all, let alone use it against enemies.

Not long ago, Saintess Tianxuan had personally delved into his Sea of Suffering and touched the green copper block, suffering severe injuries as a result. The mysterious green copper was inviolable and uncontrollable, leaving Ye Fan feeling both hopeful and helpless.

“That is…”

Ye Fan’s expression stiffened. On the adjacent sacred mountain, he discovered a person of flesh and blood. They were far away and not very clear to see, but he could be sure it was not a skeleton.

On that precipice, a massive iron sword, over ten meters long, was planted vertically into the mountain. The person stood silently on its hilt, their black cloak billowing in the wind.

“A Desolate Servant,” Ye Fan immediately concluded. A true flesh-and-blood body could not exist here permanently; it must be an existence like Saintess Tianxuan.

“And also…” As Ye Fan scrutinized further, he saw another figure on a different sacred mountain. Also a being of flesh and blood, standing on the mountaintop, a house-sized silver bell glowed brilliantly, silently suspended above their head.

Ye Fan’s expression grew solemn as he saw a third person. This person stood on a cliff face of another sacred mountain, with skeletons all around climbing. Above their head hung an ancient, nine-story pagoda, over ten meters tall, seemingly capable of suppressing an entire region.

“A fourth person!” He then saw a fourth Desolate Servant. This individual stood with hands behind their back, purple robes fluttering. Above their head floated a square, grand seal, ancient in its aura and majestic in presence.

“What is going on?” Ye Fan was incredibly astonished; there were figures on every sacred mountain he could clearly see.

Artifacts like bells, pagodas, and seals are among the most difficult to refine. Those who use them as weapons are generally extraordinary individuals, and those who truly cultivate to ultimate success with them are bound to achieve unimaginable feats.

“Legend has it that only peerless masters can become Desolate Servants. Those who wield weapons like bells, pagodas, and seals were likely world-shaking figures in the past, perhaps even recorded in ancient history.”

Ye Fan quickly walked back to the spring pool. Wanting to fully restore his vitality, he successively plucked two more golden fruits. The golden energy, like a gentle stream, flowed into his flesh, internal organs, and bones.

His body erupted with brilliant radiance. Golden energy overflowed from him, making his body shimmer with a crystalline luster, as if carved from divine jade. A vigorous aura of life permeated the air; his body fully recovered and gleamed with precious light.

At this moment, Ye Fan was once again a teenager.

He felt a powerful divine force. His life essence was boiling, surging like mighty waves. His internal organs glowed with flawless divine radiance. His bones shone brilliantly, imbued with divine splendor, and his skin, meanwhile, shimmered with flowing colors, incomparably radiant, no longer resembling a body of flesh and blood but rather a deity devoutly worshipped by mortals.

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