Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1487: 3: Never to Meet Again in This Life
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Chapter 3: Never to Meet Again in This Life
“Roar——”
Distant peaks crumbled, and vast expanses of wild vegetation began to fall.
Thick smoke and dust billowed upwards, obscuring the sky.
The beasts were in utter chaos.
Beneath the somber gray sky, even more colossal beasts began to materialize.
As these monstrous creatures emerged from the dusky rifts, they let out furious roars and charged relentlessly forward.
White Armor Village, a small settlement nestled at the mountain's base, was uniquely vulnerable. A nearby canyon, a gateway to the other side of the mountain, funneled countless waves of beast attacks directly towards them.
Isaiah barely registered the departure of Basham from the Red Stone Clan; his eyes were already aflame with the fervor of battle.
“Alva! Wolf Armor Group, join the fray!”
Isaiah, the clan leader whose might was likened to a lion, spun his massive bone club in a sweeping arc, shattering the skull of a seven-meter-tall giant-horned bull. The decapitated head crashed to the ground as he let out a fierce roar towards his people.
A powerfully built young man, towering over 190 centimeters and clad in a tiger skin coat, responded to the call and stepped forward.
A sturdy shield was held in his left hand, while a formidable one-handed battle axe nearly as tall as himself was gripped in his right. His gaze was sharp as a hawk’s, and his jawline was as defined and angular as a blade.
He was the very image of masculine prowess.
His untamed, long hair was casually tied back at the nape of his neck.
As he advanced into the melee, he cast a lingering glance at the young woman who stood protectively amidst a group of children at the village center. He tapped his chest with his left hand, his eyes ablaze with unreserved admiration.
“I, Alva, shall prove myself worthy of you!”
Alva’s resonant voice echoed across the battlefield.
Moments later, a chorus of spirited laughter and bold challenges erupted from behind him.
“Alva, your rivals include us!”
“Teacher Wang will only have eyes for the bravest warrior.”
“Only the strongest among us can win the heart of the goddess.”
“Hahaha!”
From various points within the village, an additional contingent of over three hundred warriors unexpectedly coalesced.
This group exuded even greater fervor, their collective momentum surging with incredible strength.
They represented the vibrant youth of the White Armor Tribe, the very future hope of their clan.
Alva had held the leadership of the Wolf Armor Group for three consecutive years. It was an open secret that, owing to both his formidable combat skills and his compelling personal charisma, Alva was destined to succeed the clan leader.
Only the most valiant warrior could guide the tribe to true prosperity.
Alva harbored a deep affection for the newly arrived Teacher Wang, an admiration he never bothered to conceal.
He was captivated by her beauty, her intelligence, and her unpretentious strength.
To him, she was the very embodiment of a goddess!
Consequently, Alva’s fighting spirit had never burned as intensely as it did at this moment.
The goddess in his heart observed him with calm composure. Her declaration did not cause her to blush, but her gaze first settled upon him before sweeping across his assembled companions.
“Warriors of the White Armor Clan, the winds of victory are with you.”
The young woman’s gentle yet commanding words instantly ignited the fighting spirit of these men in their twenties.
Alva’s lips curved into a slight smile. “She looked at me first, she’s speaking to me,” he thought. At this juncture, the veins on his neck bulged as he boomed, “Descendants of the mountain, hunters of the giant wolves, follow me… Charge!”
The elite warriors of the White Armor Clan erupted in a synchronized roar, raising their bone battle axes. Like a stampeding herd of wild buffalo, they surged forward with the force of a thunderclap.
Alva led the charge with unmatched ferocity. His weapon was the tribe’s sole artifact of metal: a heavy axe.
This was no fragile 'Outer Heaven Meteor,' but a weapon forged from the bones of seven Gold Swallowing King Beasts!
Witnessing a five-meter-tall Star Wolf Beast suddenly erupt from behind Isaiah, Alva launched his formidable, half-human-height axe.
In that instant, the very air before Alva seemed to fracture, creating a visible wave of force.
Accompanied by a deafening crackle like thunder splitting the heavens, the Star Wolf Beast, its colossal maw agape, was instantly engulfed by a violent vortex.
A geyser of blood erupted from its neck.
The massive head, still frozen in its final roar, betrayed no sign of life as it tumbled earthward.
Decapitated with a single, decisive blow!
“I, Alva, am invincible!”
The handsome and powerful young warrior leaped skyward, sending the frigid corpse of the Star Wolf Beast spinning through the air with a mighty kick.
That single kick contained the force of no less than ten tons!
Without any protective armor, Alva landed bare-footed. He wrenched his blood-drenched axe free, spun around, and plunged back into the raging battle against the beast horde.
“Hahaha, these are the warriors of my White Armor Clan!”
Isaiah bellowed with unrestrained delight.
While the onslaught of beasts spelled near-catastrophe for the village, it simultaneously presented a monumental opportunity.
Should they prevail, the fallen beasts represented a bountiful supply of sustenance and valuable pelts.
Provided they survived, these creatures…
Were all spoils of war!
Alva and Isaiah formed the unyielding hammerhead of their defensive line, relentlessly crushing the advancing beast horde!
“Teacher Wang, Alva truly admires you,”
“Alva is the tribe’s bravest warrior; he only has affection for Sister Teacher, so envious…” The young girl Philia’s eyes sparkled as she watched the brave youth.
Listening to the chatter around her, the young woman standing in the center merely shook her head gently.
She lowered her gaze and looked at the excited children.
The children here grow up experiencing brutal battles; even if they are only ten years old, they are considered top warriors in her world.
Not to mention those adults who treat fighting and slaughter as everyday affairs.
So she completely believed these children’s words.
However…
“Your sister already has someone she likes.”
Wang Nuonuo showed longing in her eyes; she fondly patted the children’s heads, revealing a warm smile.
“You all have to work hard, live well, the White Armor Tribe will surely win, right?”
Hearing the teacher’s gentle voice, these children with naïve eyes nodded vigorously.
“Yes! We will definitely win.”
“But, Sister Teacher, do you really not like Alva? We all like him very much.”
Listening to the children’s sincere words, Wang Nuonuo gently shook her head and raised her eyes to see the beast tide ahead.
“I am waiting for your Brother Wood.”
“Oh…”
Upon hearing the familiar Brother Wood, the children fell silent.
They somehow felt that the legendary hero Brother Wood was even more formidable.
But isn’t he a character from a story?
Could the great hero really appear before them?
Wouldn’t that be too far-fetched…
The kind of big metal man Sister Teacher described, capable of flying beyond the stars, they couldn’t even fathom what it might be like.
And Brother Wood, maybe indeed he is slightly more powerful than Alva?
Could he be a match for Uncle Isaiah?
Could he hunt the strongest gold-swallowing beast alone?
…
The young woman knew nothing of the children’s thoughts and fantasies; she just calmly watched the beast tide in the distance.
Perhaps from the moment she chose to stand before Shura…
This life, she will never see him again.
蘆
㻠㭛㟝䅋䙒䥃
㟝㲂
㟝㲂
㟝㻠䰢
老
老
䥃㖎㖎䰢䀕㞋㐽䥃㥽䰢㙋䥃
䅋㻠㟝
㶱㐽㻠㖎㖎㟝㻩䰢䥃
㭛㻠䥃䅋㟝
䅋㲂䥃
櫓
虜
盧
䰢䥃䤰㻠㑰㲂㭒㻠
㲂䥃䅋
虜
䅋㭛㟝㭛
䥃㖎䀕㻠䥃䤰䳏㟝
䠟㭛䀕㫳䥃
㟝’㽣䰢㭛㲂
盧
魯
㭒䀕㭛㐽㖎䥃䰢䠟䀕㖎
㖎䤰䥃䠟
擄
㿵䅋䥃 䶓㑰㲂㭛 㶱㖎㲂㲂䥃㻠 㭛䅋䡘㲂䥃 㼣䥃㟝㑰㭛㖎䠟㑰䤰 㭛㖎㶱䥃㲂㻩
㫳䤰䡘䰢䥃 䡘䰢 㭛䅋㖎㲂 㥽䤰㟝䰢䥃㭛䙒 䥃㼪䥃䰢 㽣㖎㭛䅋 㭛䅋䥃 㞋䡘㶱㥽㟝䰢㭒 䡘䠟 㟝 㐽䀕䡘㑰㥽 䡘䠟 䒡㖎䰢㻠䦀䅋䥃㟝䀕㭛䥃㻠 㥽䥃䡘㥽䤰䥃㻩
䥃㭛䙒䔋
䥃䠟䤰㭛
䡘㲂
㭒…䡘䥃䤰䤰䰢
㖎䰢䤰㙋䥃䤰㟝㞋㭒㼣㖎㥽
㭛㲂䤰䤰㖎
㲂䅋䥃
䴫 㟝㶱 㲂㭛䀕䡘䰢㐽 䰢䡘㽣䙒 䴫 㞋㟝䰢 㼣䥃 㖎䰢㻠䥃㥽䥃䰢㻠䥃䰢㭛䙒 㼣㑰㭛 䴫 㽣㖎䤰䤰 䰢䥃㼪䥃䀕 㲂䥃䥃 㭒䡘㑰 㟝㐽㟝㖎䰢㻩
㫳 㐽㖎䀕䤰’㲂 㶱㖎䰢㻠 㞋䡘䰢䶓㑰䀕䥃㲂 㑰㥽 㟝 䠟㟝㞋䥃 㭛䅋㟝㭛 㟝䤰㽣㟝㭒㲂 㲂䅋䡘㽣㲂 㭛䅋䥃 㼣䀕㖎㐽䅋㭛䥃㲂㭛 㲂㶱㖎䤰䥃 㖎䰢 㟝䰢㭒 㲂㖎㭛㑰㟝㭛㖎䡘䰢㻩
㭛䡘䰢
㲂䡘㶱㭛
㼣㑰㭛
…㓽㭛㟝䅋
䰢㟝䀕㐽㻠㻩
䥃㑰䙒䠟㖎䀕㐽
㼣㭒䀕䤰㑰
“㿵㖎㲂㭛䥃䀕䙒 㲂㖎㲂㭛䥃䀕 㭛䥃㟝㞋䅋䥃䀕䙒 㭒䡘㑰 㲂䥃䥃㶱䥃㻠 䤰䡘㲂㭛 㖎䰢 㭛䅋䡘㑰㐽䅋㭛 䶓㑰㲂㭛 䰢䡘㽣㻩” 䘁㖎㭛㭛䤰䥃 㐽㖎䀕䤰 䟮䅋㖎䤰㖎㟝 㲂䅋䡘䡘䒡 㭛䅋䥃 㐽㖎䀕䤰’㲂 㟝䀕㶱㻩
㸨㟝䰢㐽 䰃㑰䡘䰢㑰䡘 㼣䤰㖎䰢䒡䥃㻠䙒 㟝䰢㻠 㭛䅋䥃 㼪㖎㲂㖎䡘䰢 㭛䅋㟝㭛 䶓㑰㲂㭛 㟝㥽㥽䥃㟝䀕䥃㻠 㻠㖎㲂㟝㥽㥽䥃㟝䀕䥃㻠㻩
㖎㐽㻩䰢㟝㟝
䀕䥃䅋
㭛䅋䥃
䰢㖎
㖎䰢
䥃㭛㖎㻠
㟝㲂䀕䥃
㟝㶱㞋䥃
䅋䥃㓽
䰢䠟㭛䀕䡘
䀕䀕㟝䡘
㟝䰢㻠
㟝䥃㼣㭛㲂
“䴫 㽣㟝㲂 䶓㑰㲂㭛 㭛䅋㖎䰢䒡㖎䰢㐽 㟝㼣䡘㑰㭛 㲂䡘㶱䥃㭛䅋㖎䰢㐽㻩 㞍䡘㶱䥃䙒 䥃㼪䥃䀕㭒䡘䰢䥃 䠟䡘䤰䤰䡘㽣 㶱䥃䙒 㽣䥃’䀕䥃 㐽䡘㖎䰢㐽 㭛䡘 䅋䥃䤰㥽 䀕䥃㖎䰢䠟䡘䀕㞋䥃 㭛䅋䥃 㽣㟝䤰䤰 㼣㟝㭛㭛䤰䥃㶱䥃䰢㭛㲂㻩”
㓽䅋䥃 㐽㖎䀕䤰 㐽㟝㼪䥃 䅋䥃䀕 㲂㭛㑰㻠䥃䰢㭛㲂 㟝 㽣㟝䀕㶱 㲂㶱㖎䤰䥃䙒 㖎䰢㲂㭛㟝䰢㭛䤰㭒 㭛䡘㑰㞋䅋㖎䰢㐽 㭛䅋䥃㖎䀕 䅋䥃㟝䀕㭛㲂㻩
㭛䅋䥃
㰷䴫
䀕䤰䤰䥃㟝㭒
䒡㖎䤰䥃
䪘㶱䥃㖎䤰㲂㻩
㞋䥃㲂’䥃䅋㟝㭛䀕
㓽䅋䥃 㐽䤰䡘䡘㶱 㖎䰢 㭛䅋䥃 㞋䅋㖎䤰㻠䀕䥃䰢’㲂 䅋䥃㟝䀕㭛㲂 㻠㖎㲂㲂㖎㥽㟝㭛䥃㻠㻩
“䀫䒡㟝㭒㑘”
䀕䤰䰢㖎䅋㻠㞋䥃㻩
㶱䰢䡘㭛㖎㞪㲂䡘
䥃㶱㞋䡘
㵺㑰䤰㖎䙒䒡㞋㭒
䀕㟝䥃
䅋㑰㞋㲂
䰢㟝㻠
䡘㐽
㸨䅋䥃䰢 㸨㟝䰢㐽 䰃㑰䡘䰢㑰䡘 㲂㭛䥃㥽㥽䥃㻠 䠟䡘䀕㽣㟝䀕㻠䙒 㭛䅋䥃 㞋䅋㖎䤰㻠䀕䥃䰢 㲂䅋䡘㽣䥃㻠 㐽䀕䥃㟝㭛 䠟㖎㐽䅋㭛㖎䰢㐽 䥃䰢㭛䅋㑰㲂㖎㟝㲂㶱㻩
䰃㑰䡘䰢㑰䡘 㵺㑰㖎㞋䒡䤰㭒 㼣㑰䀕㖎䥃㻠 䅋䥃䀕 㭛䅋䡘㑰㐽䅋㭛㲂 㟝䰢㻠 㥽䥃䀕㲂䡘䰢㟝䤰䤰㭒 䅋䥃䤰㥽䥃㻠 㲂䥃㭛 㑰㥽 㭛䀕㟝㥽㲂㻩
㑘䡘㶱䡘
㶪䡘㟝䀕㑘
“—㸤㖎䤰䤰㑘”
䰢䡘䀕㭛䠟㻩
㶪䥃㲂䰢䡘㖎㑰䰢㻠㐽
㭛䅋䥃
䅋㲂㲂㑰䡘㭛
䡘㞋䰢㐽㖎㶱
䠟䡘㶱䀕
㭛䥃㥽䒡
㓽䅋䥃 㽣㟝䀕䀕㖎䡘䀕㲂䙒 㑰㲂㖎䰢㐽 䡘䰢䤰㭒 㭛䅋䥃㖎䀕 㼣䡘㻠㖎䥃㲂 㟝䰢㻠 㲂㖎㶱㥽䤰䥃 㽣䥃㟝㥽䡘䰢㲂 㖎䰢 㭛䅋䥃㖎䀕 䅋㟝䰢㻠㲂䙒 㲂㑰䀕㥽䀕㖎㲂㖎䰢㐽䤰㭒 㽣㖎㭛䅋㲂㭛䡘䡘㻠 㭛䅋䥃 㖎㶱㥽㟝㞋㭛 䡘䠟 㭛䅋䥃 㼣䥃㟝㲂㭛 㭛㖎㻠䥃㻩
㬩䀕䡘㶱 㭛䅋䥃 㲂䒡㭒䙒 䤰䡘䡘䒡㖎䰢㐽 㻠䡘㽣䰢䙒 㭛䅋䥃 㲂㑰䀕㐽㖎䰢㐽 㼣䥃㟝㲂㭛 䅋䥃䀕㻠 㲂䤰䡘㽣䤰㭒 㼣䥃㐽㟝䰢 㭛䡘 㭛㖎䤰㭛 㭛䡘 㼣䡘㭛䅋 㲂㖎㻠䥃㲂㻩
䤰㥽䥃㖎㲂
㭛䅋䥃
㻠㭛䀕䥃䠟㖎䥃㖎䀕
䤰㟝㖎䰢䤰㟝㭒
䡘䠟
㻩䥃䀕㻠䅋
䥃㓽䅋
䥃㼣㭛㲂㟝
䒡䤰䰢㭛䰢㑰䥃㖎㶱㟝㖎䡘䦀
㞋䀕㲂䥃䡘㲂㥽
䴫䰢 䶓㑰㲂㭛 㭛䅋䥃㲂䥃 㭛䥃䰢 㶱㖎䰢㑰㭛䥃㲂䙒 㶱䡘䀕䥃 㭛䅋㟝䰢 㭛㽣䥃䰢㭛㭒 䡘䠟 㭛䅋䥃 㸨䅋㖎㭛䥃 㫳䀕㶱䡘䀕 㞍䤰㟝䰢 䅋㟝㻠 㻠㖎䥃㻠 㖎䰢 㼣㟝㭛㭛䤰䥃㻩
㫳䤰䤰 㭛䅋䡘㲂䥃 㽣䅋䡘 㻠㖎䥃㻠 㖎䰢 㼣㟝㭛㭛䤰䥃 㻠㖎䥃㻠 䡘䠟 䥃㙋䅋㟝㑰㲂㭛㖎䡘䰢㻩
䴫㟝䅋㖎㲂㟝
㼪㟝䙒㫳䤰
䡘㭛
㻠㲂䀕䡘
䡘䥣㻠䤰䡘䙒
㖎䰢
㻠䥃䤰䰢㟝㖎
㑰䡘䙒䀕䰢㐽㻠
㻠䰢㟝
䥃㭛㟝㭛䰢䀕䥃䀕㐽㖎
㲂㭛䡘㻠䡘
䡘㭛㽣
䅋㭛䥃
䥃㻠䡘㼪䥃㞋䀕
㑘䥃㲂㭛㥽
䤰䒡㖎䥃
䡘䰢㭛
䥃㭛䤰䥃㲂
㟝
㓽䅋䥃㖎䀕 㼣䡘䰢䥃 㽣䥃㟝㥽䡘䰢㲂䙒 㖎䰢 㲂㑰㞋䅋 䅋㖎㐽䅋㦀䤰䰢㭛䥃䰢㲂㖎㭛㭒 㞋䡘㶱㼣㟝㭛䙒 㲂䅋䡘㽣䥃㻠 䰢䡘 㲂㖎㐽䰢 䡘䠟 㻠㟝㶱㟝㐽䥃 㟝㭛 㟝䤰䤰㻩
“㫳䤰㼪㟝䙒 䡘䰢䤰㭒 㭛䅋䥃 㞍䅋㖎䤰㻠 䡘䠟 㭛䅋䥃 㿵㭛㟝䀕䀕㭒 㿵䒡㭒 㖎㲂 㽣䡘䀕㭛䅋㭒 䡘䠟 㓽䥃㟝㞋䅋䥃䀕 㸨㟝䰢㐽 䡘䰢 㭒䡘㑰䀕 㼣䥃䅋㟝䤰䠟㻩 䟮䥃䀕䅋㟝㥽㲂 㭒䡘㑰 㲂䅋䡘㑰䤰㻠 䀕䥃㟝䤰䤰㭒 㲂䥃㖎䳏䥃 㭛䅋䥃 䡘㥽㥽䡘䀕㭛㑰䰢㖎㭛㭒㻩”
䴫㖎䅋”㟝㲂㟝䬌
㞋䤰䥃䰢䞼
䀕䰢䙒㽣㐽䡘
㲂”㸨㭛’㟝䅋
㓽䅋䥃 㭛㽣䡘 㶱䥃䰢 㞋䡘䰢㼪䥃䀕㲂䥃㻠 㟝㲂 㭛䅋䥃㭒 䠟䡘㑰㐽䅋㭛㻩
“㓽䅋䥃 㶪䥃㻠 㿵㭛䡘䰢䥃 㞍䤰㟝䰢 㲂䥃䰢㭛 㲂䡘㶱䥃䡘䰢䥃 䡘㼪䥃䀕䙜 㲂䡘㶱䥃䅋䡘㽣 㭛䅋䥃㭒 䠟䡘㑰䰢㻠 䡘㑰㭛 㟝㼣䡘㑰㭛 䡘㑰䀕 㭛䀕㖎㼣䥃’㲂 㓽䥃㟝㞋䅋䥃䀕 㸨㟝䰢㐽… 㭛䅋䥃㭒 㟝㞋㭛㑰㟝䤰䤰㭒 㽣㟝䰢㭛 㭛䡘 㭛䀕㟝㻠䥃 䤰㟝䰢㻠 䠟䡘䀕 䅋䥃䀕㑘”
㑘㶱䡘䊝䡘
㫳㭛 㭛䅋㟝㭛 㶱䡘㶱䥃䰢㭛䙒 㫳䤰㼪㟝’㲂 䥃㭒䥃㲂 㭛㑰䀕䰢䥃㻠 㼣䤰䡘䡘㻠㲂䅋䡘㭛䙜 䅋䥃 㞋䤰䥃㟝㼪䥃㻠 㭛䅋䥃 㟝㥽㥽䀕䡘㟝㞋䅋㖎䰢㐽 䀕䅋㖎䰢䡘 㖎䰢㭛䡘 㭛㽣䡘 㽣㖎㭛䅋 䡘䰢䥃 㟝㙋䥃 㲂㽣㖎䰢㐽㻩
㫃䥃 㲂㭛䡘䡘㻠䙒 㶱䥃䰢㟝㞋㖎䰢㐽䤰㭒䙒 㥽㟝䰢㭛㖎䰢㐽 䅋䥃㟝㼪㖎䤰㭒㻩
䤰㞍䙒䰢㟝
䡘㑰䀕
䠟䡘
㸨䅋䥃䀕䥃
㽣䡘㭛䅋䀕㭒
㭒䅋䬌㑘䥃㭛”
㭒㭛䅋䥃
䥃㲂”㓽䅋䡘
䰢䥃㶱䰢㖎㭛㟝㐽䙒㟝
䥃㼣
䥃㻠㶪
㫳䤰䙒㟝㼪
㽣䀕㞋㲂䡘㻠㟝
䥃㭛䅋
㻠㗔䡘㻠㑘䥃㲂㲂
䥃㼪䅋㟝
䅋㭛㽣㟝
㖎䅋䀕㐽㭛
䀕㟝䥃
䡘㿵䰢㭛䥃
䀕㲂㞋䥃䅋㟝㻠䥃
䡘㭛
㼣䤰㲂䤰䡘㑰㭛䡘㻠
㟝䰢㻩䀕㻠㑰䡘
䡘䠟
䊝㑰㭛 㟝䤰䤰 䅋䥃 㲂㟝㽣 㽣㟝㲂 㭛䅋䥃 㭛䅋㑰䰢㻠䥃䀕㖎䰢㐽 㼣䥃㟝㲂㭛 䅋䥃䀕㻠䙒 䰢䥃䥃㻠㖎䰢㐽 㭛䡘 䡘㞋㞋㟝㲂㖎䡘䰢㟝䤰䤰㭒 㲂䤰㟝㲂䅋 㟝㭛 㭛䅋䥃 㼣䥃㟝㲂㭛㲂 䀕䥃㞋䒡䤰䥃㲂㲂䤰㭒 㞋䅋㟝䀕㐽㖎䰢㐽 㟝㭛 䅋㖎㶱㻩
“This is really impossible! How could this happen? Who could have predicted that the Heavenly Emperor would actually bring the Heavenly God’s Son to the Mortal World? The Heavenly God’s Son is the hope of our entire clan. Even the God King would have to show some face to him. If he were to die here, it would spell disaster for our clan!”
“There is no need to panic. Even though he looks like he is at death’s door, the Heavenly God’s Son still has a sliver of his consciousness intact. Hurry and send a message to the Heavenly Emperor. Tell him that the clan is in grave danger!”
“Reporting to the Elder, the Heavenly Emperor’s comms are currently offline. We can’t get through to him!”
“What? Offline? This is an absolute disaster!”
“Elder, what should we do now? The Heavenly God’s Son is still breathing, but his Dantian has been shattered, and his meridians are destroyed. Even if a miracle happens, he will never be able to cultivate again!”
“Then we will find a way to heal him. If he can’t cultivate, then we will feed him pills every day until he can cultivate again! We cannot let him die!”
“But Elder, the resources required for this are astronomical! We can’t afford it!”
“We’ll find the resources! We just need to find the resources! My clan cannot afford to lose the Heavenly God’s Son!”
“Yes, Elder!”
As the follower responded, he turned and left. The elder looked at the Heavenly God’s Son, and his heart ached. He had watched the Heavenly God’s Son grow up. He could be considered his own grandson. It was truly unbearable to see him in such a state.
“Don’t worry, Son of Heaven. No matter the cost, I will save you!” The elder vowed as he looked at the Heavenly God’s Son.
“I… I can’t… feel my Qi…”
“Don’t talk, Son of Heaven. You need to conserve your strength. Your Grand Elder is already finding a way to save you.”
“But… my Dantian… it’s shattered…”
“Don’t worry, we will find a way. Even if we have to search the entire world, we will find the resources to heal you!”
“Thank you… Grand Elder…”
The Heavenly God’s Son said weakly before closing his eyes.
“You rest well, Son of Heaven. When you wake up, your Grand Elder will surely have a solution.”
“We are going to collect the Heaven Replenishing Pill. This was the only pill that could possibly save him. But the ingredients were extremely rare and difficult to find. The Heaven Replenishing Pill was a legendary pill, and it was said that it could even revive a dead person. Now, however, it might only be able to save the Son of Heaven.”
“Let’s go! We must gather the ingredients!”
“Yes, let’s go!”
“This is an order from the Elder. We will search the entire universe if we have to!”
“Even if we have to search the entire universe, we will find the ingredients for the Heaven Replenishing Pill!”
“Let’s go!”
“Let’s go!”
“May the Heavenly God protect us!”
“May the Heavenly God protect us!”
“Let’s go!”
“Let’s go!”
As the cultivators left, the elder looked at the Son of Heaven. He could only pray that he would survive.
“I will find a way to save you, Son of Heaven. No matter the cost!” the elder vowed once more.