The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3508: Two Hours Between Life and Death!
Previously on The Divine Urban Physician...
Atop the Fu Hun Tower, a figure with dark hair and crimson eyes, encircled by endless bizarre symbols, found himself bound in thick azure chains. This was the remnant soul of the Evil God.
Right then, the Evil God’s scarlet gaze, radiating an indescribable timeless presence, flickered faintly. He whispered, "Who would have thought, in this era, I'd encounter one bearing the Martial Ancestor’s Dao heart. Lad, should you endure, you'll eventually attain a genuine breakthrough in realms, beyond all Heavenly Dao's bounds..."
"A realm that even those from the Yin Yang Divine Palace crave."
What exactly is the Martial Ancestor Dao Heart?
By nature, humans rank as one of the weakest species. Their natural gifts place them at the very bottom across the All Heavens and Myriad Clans. Forget the fearsome beasts, demons, or ancient primordial beings—even basic wild animals could swiftly end their lives...
Nevertheless, humans have managed to stand tall among the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, even surpassing every other clan, all thanks to martial arts!
Martial arts mean rising to the summit with a fragile form, overcoming every barrier in the way!
The birth of martial arts stemmed from an ancient era, during the initial split of Heaven and Earth, when a lone individual climbed toward the heavens step by step. Amid endless dangers and hopeless predicaments, he refused to falter or back down!
To press on, to endure, to dominate all beneath the skies and earth, this frail human glimpsed a spark of hope in the profound gloom.
It symbolized ultimate might in the Chaotic Universe!
From that, martial arts arose!
This nameless champion, who unlocked boundless potential for mankind, earned the title of Martial Ancestor from those who followed!
Precisely what Ye Chen now faced mirrored the trials the Martial Ancestor once braved. Only through such ordeals could the unyielding supreme Dao heart be tempered.
This unbreaking resolve stands as humanity’s supreme gift!
Fourth Layer, Fifth Layer, Sixth Layer!
In just another half hour, Ye Chen surged through three more layers!
By now, the Fu Hun Tower’s exterior bore deep gashes, as if on the verge of total ruin at any second!
Wu You gazed at the fissures riddling the Fu Hun Tower, gripped by fear and tension that choked his breath!
Yet Ye Chen never glanced back, his sight locked solely on the Fu Hun Tower’s summit!
Would looking behind change anything?
He could only push with everything he had. For Ye Chen, any option to retreat had always been out of reach!
Upon hitting the sixth level, he came to a brief halt.
Ye Chen whispered to himself, "So the Mystic Flames have hit their breaking point at last..."
In the instant that followed, vast demonic power erupted from deep inside Ye Chen’s frame!
Simultaneously, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Technique gathered its force!
Ye Chen unleashed his ultimate move!
This spot differed from the outer realms; neither Xuan Jiyue nor the Emperor Abyss Palace ought to sense it!
Two hours!
Two hours locked in a battle for survival!
Ye Chen pressed onward!
His entire form now faced crushing strain beyond imagination, skin splitting open, blood streaming from every spot, muscles ripping apart, and bones riddled with fractures!
Still, despite his battered state, despite the agony he bore, despite the relentless torment, Ye Chen forged ahead. As long as a single breath lingered in him, even if reduced to fragments, he wouldn’t cease!
The Seventh Level, conquered!
The Eighth Layer, conquered!
The Ninth Level, conquered!
Over half an hour had ticked by, and Ye Chen at last stood on the ninth level!
Just then, a beam of light stabbed into the shadowy depths of the Fu Hun Tower, prompting Wu You to whip his head toward the wall.
There, a tiny split appeared on the tower’s surface...
It cracked apart!
The Fu Hun Tower had finally given way!
Though full destruction would demand more time, enough for Wang Pan to slip inside, even so!
That fissure signaled the Fu Hun Tower’s impending fall!
Wang Pan, witnessing it, burst into wild delight, yelling, "Hahahaha! Brat, you’ve only just hit the ninth level? Haha, thought your pace was quick earlier? The ninth level’s gravity combines all from the eight before! Your dreams are dashed, completely dashed. In half an hour more, I’ll storm into the Fu Hun Tower!"
Ye Chen, though, acted as if deaf to it all, simply advancing with steady strides!
Whether Wang Pan breached the Fu Hun Tower in half an hour or mere moments, Ye Chen’s path remained unchanged.
But as Ye Chen took that next stride, a sudden explosion thundered from his core!
It detonated...
Ye Chen’s meridians ruptured!
A gush of bloody vapor sprayed from his form, rivers of blood cascaded down, splattering onto the steps!
The blood trailed along the stairs, swiftly dyeing the path to the tower’s crest!
The Sinking God’s Light on this ninth level proved utterly horrifying!
Even with Ye Chen’s body, fortified by the Purple Cloud Stone and Netherworld Water, and every last trick deployed, he barely held against it!
"Aaaaaah!!!!"
A savage beast-like howl tore from Ye Chen’s throat, his frame shaking, every fiber strained, pushing so hard his eyes almost popped free!
One step!
Yet another step ahead!
The Purple Cloud Stone’s power inside Ye Chen blazed wildly with that move, flooding his arms, legs, and skeleton!
Excellent!
Ye Chen sensed the Purple Cloud Stone’s boost fortifying his physique and let out a grim cry!
He could persist!
That leg no longer advanced in full strides up the stairs, but lifted bit by bit!
With every bit raised, Ye Chen’s build toughened further!
And with every bit raised, the blood poured even freer!
Drained!
Utterly, profoundly drained!
A weariness that melted his thoughts engulfed Ye Chen completely...
His lids drooped low, his body weighed like it brimmed with lead weights, alien to him...
Even in Ye Chen’s thoughts, urges to pause flickered...
Near his ears, a soft murmur rang, tempting his worn-out senses, "Just one breath... lower your foot and pause for one breath, alright? You’ve toiled endlessly, scaled eight layers of the Fu Hun Tower, surely a single breath’s break is earned, isn’t it?
Only one breath, not surrender, what harm in that? Life and death won’t turn on a mere breath, will they? Maybe after resting, you’ll move swifter?"
Murmurs, murmurs, murmurs!
The lone murmur swelled into a chorus of voices, overwhelming Ye Chen’s mind!
They were lures pulling him toward doom!
Once someone halts, resuming demands far greater effort!
This holds true for all things!
As though detecting Ye Chen’s doubt, Wang Pan struck with fiercer fury, making the entire Fu Hun Tower quake violently!
In that precise instant!
A deafening crash overrode the quakes!
A foot landed on the ninth level of the Fu Hun Tower!
Ye Chen’s foot!
He panted raggedly, sweat and blood mingling in streams, his whole self appearing frailer!
Yet Ye Chen’s gaze sharpened brighter!
He withstood it! The horde of murmurs vanished!
Ye Chen, now on the ninth level, erupted in frenzied laughter, having bested his own limits once more!
The Evil God observed and offered a faint smile. The truest power of the Martial Ancestor Dao Heart lies not in never doubting, but in repeatedly vanquishing one’s inner self!