The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3454: The Face of an Old Acquaintance!

"This place was definitely worth coming to." A faint smile crossed the Sky-covering Demon Emperor's face right then, even if they hadn't managed to slay Mo Xue Ming, the riches they secured turned the excursion into a success.

Should Mo Xue Ming appear here at this instant and behold all the valuables he'd gathered across the years seized by Ye Chen, he'd likely explode in anger severe enough to cough up blood.

Right now, with Ye Chen and his two allies ready to depart, Ye Chen's brows knit together upon spotting a statue in the farthest recess of the corridor, bound by countless chains, mirroring the patterns etched on the outer teleportation array.

The statue showed zero traces of energy waves, completely motionless and apparently just like any regular sculpture, but Ye Chen sensed an odd vibe and drew nearer.

"Is there something off about this statue?" the Sky-covering Demon Emperor inquired, picking up on Ye Chen's strange actions.

"Hmm." Ye Chen gave a slow nod while frowning, then abruptly lashed out at the statue, channeling the Destruction Divine Dao that detonated right on impact.

A normal statue would've been obliterated entirely, reduced to nothing by such a strike, yet this one withstood the Destruction Divine Dao's fury without a scratch, releasing a subtle glow instead.

This glow held a profound Hongmeng aura, infused with a sliver of Source power, which at once elevated the statue beyond the ordinary, its majestic aura expanding outward like that of a revived Supreme Sovereign.

"This aura... it's Source Soil!" The Sky-covering Demon Emperor cried out in astonishment, staring at the statue.

"Source Soil?" Ye Chen's heart raced; this explained the statue's toughness as Source Soil. It's the ultimate treasure, infused with Source power, matching the worth of Source Technique, enabling insight into Source power.

"But it's not pure Source Soil, just earth that's brushed against Source Soil, which is why it's so tough," the Sky-covering Demon Emperor clarified.

With that, Ye Chen examined the statue closely, confirming the Sky-covering Demon Emperor's words—the statue wasn't formed from actual Source Soil, only radiating a faint Source aura, though its durability was unmatched, as true Source Soil can't be broken.

"This statue feels strange; even if it's just soil exposed to Source Soil, it's still a Supreme Treasure. Mo Xue Ming wouldn't sculpt a figure from such a rarity only to abandon it here."

Ye Chen swiftly spotted the irregularity, launching another attack while bellowing, causing the whole treasure chamber to quake as potent Hongmeng Qi surged forth.

"Heavenly Dragon Eight Divine Sounds!"

Across the space, Hongmeng Sound Symbols materialized, slamming into the statue with ruinous might.

Following the shake, Ye Chen eyed the statue, his gaze widening in surprise; not even a mighty art like Heavenly Dragon Eight Divine Sounds could pulverize it, merely fissuring the surface.

The tougher the statue proved, the more Ye Chen wondered about the mystery it concealed, and the reason Mo Xue Ming guarded it so vigilantly.

Without delay, Ye Chen brandished his sword again, unleashing Eight Trigrams Divine Light in a blast, with savage aura raging everywhere.

"Boom!"

The already fissured statue couldn't endure this sword strike, exploding apart in a thunderous shatter, fragments tumbling to the floor amid rising dust clouds.

Ye Chen observed intently, his frame trembling slightly, robes billowing wildly as fierce spiritual energy rushed in to scatter the haze.

In the next instant, Ye Chen's pupils shrank, catching sight of a form tumbling free as the statue broke.

Mo Xue Ming had molded the statue from soil tainted by Source Soil to conceal someone inside; Ye Chen grasped at once that he might've stumbled upon a huge revelation!

The form from the statue slumped on the ground, imprisoned there for endless ages, yet still clinging to life—Ye Chen detected a weak pulse of vitality.

This individual bore wounds everywhere, drenched in blood, and bound securely in chains, radiating a thick aura of destruction.

"Who is this guy?" The Sky-covering Demon Emperor creased his forehead just then.

"Wake up." Ye Chen felt the same curiosity, activating his Eight Trigrams Sky Pill Technique, boundless radiance pouring out, a thick essence of life flooding the treasure vault like a god of vitality had arrived.

Ye Chen gestured, channeling the rich life essence straight into the person's form.

Though the vitality streamed in, the enigmatic figure remained unresponsive; Ye Chen's brows furrowed, realizing the dire condition, as even the Eight Trigrams Sky Pill Technique failed to rouse him—it seemed he'd need to transport him to the Demon Suppression Hall for further aid.

The Netherworld Palace Treasure Vault had been thoroughly looted by Ye Chen and his group, leaving nothing of interest now; Ye Chen guided the Sky-covering Demon Emperor and Little Gold straight out.

Back at the Demon Suppression Hall, Ye Chen shed his disguise, revealing his real features, and the three landed from above, their battle-forged auras surging uncontrollably.

Ye Chen in particular had tempered an unbeatable demeanor through combat, now towering like a Supreme Sovereign amid the Demon Suppression Hall, as though he commanded the vast cosmos, awe-inspiring and grand.

Word of Ye Chen's arrival spread, drawing Ye Lingtian and Xiao Bai rushing in.

"Hall Master, how did this trip turn out?" Ye Lingtian questioned with deference.

At those words, Ye Chen shook his head a touch, feeling somewhat powerless—the Inner Demon Master's emergence had thrown him off, preventing Mo Xue Ming's death, which left a sour taste.

Next, Ye Chen recounted the happenings to Ye Lingtian; listening, Ye Lingtian let out a sigh, noting Mo Xue Ming's extraordinary luck in escaping what should've been his doom.

At the same time, Ye Lingtian grew intrigued by the hidden figure in the statue that Ye Chen described, eager for that person to regain consciousness soon.

Within the Demon Suppression Hall, Ye Chen brewed pills, vibrant colors blooming in the heavens, a potent herbal scent wafting far, invigorating all who breathed it and sharpening their thoughts.

Soon after, Ye Chen slipped the freshly forged pill between the mystery person's lips, watching it dissolve into a current laced with Hongmeng Qi that seeped into the frame.

For a spell, dazzling lights flickered inside the comatose body, shining through, as the unknown person's energy slowly steadied.

Shortly, a faint cough echoed, and then the figure rose unsteadily from the floor.

"Where am I..."

He was an elder, marred by innumerable gashes, in tattered and wretched garb, eyes dazed and vacant, but as awareness returned, a singular, eternal aura emanated from him.

"Who are you..." The elder's vision sharpened bit by bit, registering the company, yet when his sight fell on Ye Chen, his eyes bulged suddenly, the dull stare igniting with brilliance.

"Thud!"

The elder dropped to his knees with a heavy thud, bowing deeply as he declared, "This humble one greets the Samsara Master!"