The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1287 - 1288: Hanging by a Thread

"I'll volunteer!"

"I'll go!"

Both Xiao Yue and Mu Wanqing spoke at the same time.

"Only one person is needed; sending more would only lead to a futile sacrifice," stated the mysterious man.

"I'll go!"

Determination radiated from Xiao Yue's face; she was convinced that only she possessed the capability to help Ye Mo recover his heart.

"Very well, we shall await your return here. Bear in mind that the effects of the Break-Extreme Pill are fleeting, lasting only three days. After that, Ye Mo will perish completely," the mysterious man cautioned.

Without a word, Xiao Yue immediately departed the cave.

The mysterious man turned, a smile gracing his lips as he sat down cross-legged. He gazed at Ye Mo, murmuring, "Mo'er, with such a devoted woman by your side, I can rest easy as your father, though you do seem to be quite the charmer."

This enigmatic figure was, in fact, Ye Qing. He perceived Mu Wanqing's affection for Ye Mo as well, noting her less overt expression compared to Xiao Yue's assertiveness.

"Senior, why do you not assist all the way and venture underground yourself to retrieve the heart? With your formidable power, it should be a simple feat," Feng Chu inquired, unable to contain his curiosity.

Having never encountered Ye Qing before, Feng Chu, much like Mu Wanqing, did not recognize him.

"My presence here already constitutes an infraction of the rules, thus I cannot intervene further. Even assisting you goes against the established order," Ye Qing explained with a gentle smile.

The concept of 'breaking the rules' remained a mystery to both Feng Chu and Mu Wanqing.

"On another note, you mentioned that upon Ye Mo's revival, he would instantly attain the status of a Demi-Honored Fighter. What is the significance of this? Does he not need to breach the Sevenfold Space-Time Gate?" Feng Chu asked, intrigued by the man's pronouncements, which seemed veiled in enigma.

"The process of opening multiple Space-Time Gates is merely a method to summon the Soul Origin. Should one be able to directly summon the fused Soul Body by opening a single Space-Time Gate, such steps would become redundant," Ye Qing replied with a smile. "You possess the body of a Divine Demon, suggesting a certain resonance with spirits. However, achieving true perfection is an endeavor beyond the reach of the mortal realm, and indeed, even the Ninth Heaven."

This uncanny insight into his physique profoundly astounded Feng Chu, leading him to surmise that the man before him was undoubtedly a master of unparalleled skill.

By the third day, Xiao Yue had successfully retrieved the heart. Surprisingly, her expedition appeared less arduous than anticipated.

Xiao Yue immediately clasped her hands in gratitude towards Ye Qing. "Thank you, Senior."

Ye Qing, observing his prospective daughter-in-law, smiled and said, "Excellent. Let us dispense with pleasantries and proceed swiftly to reattach Ye Mo's heart."

The retrieved heart was noticeably larger than that of an ordinary human.

The procedure to reinsert Ye Mo's heart proved remarkably swift; within mere breaths, it was successfully reconnected.

However, Ye Mo did not awaken as Ye Qing had anticipated.

A full day later, Ye Mo remained unconscious, prompting Xiao Yue to murmur in bewilderment, "What could be happening?"

"It appears the situation is dire," Ye Qing acknowledged, his brow furrowed. "Ye Mo's organs, limbs, and bones are now completely restored, and even his breathing is stable. It seems his awakening is no longer contingent on external intervention but relies entirely on his own will."

"The stronger his will to live, the greater his chances of waking up," Ye Qing elaborated.

Three days elapsed, and Ye Mo lay still upon the boulder, his awakening elusive, casting a shadow of anxiety over Xiao Yue and the others once more.

Xiao Yue sat beside him on the boulder, gently holding his arm. "Ye Mo, didn't you promise that upon our return, you would marry me honorably? How can you break your word like this?"

"Please, wake up soon. I no longer care about becoming a hero or saving the Lingwu Continent. All I wish for is your safety. To simply live as an ordinary person would be enough," Xiao Yue pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

Mu Wanqing observed the heart-wrenching scene, her eyes also welling up with tears, sharing Xiao Yue's profound sorrow but finding it difficult to articulate her feelings with such openness.

Time marched on, and a full month passed. To everyone's dismay, Ye Mo's life aura began to wane, his heartbeat grew fainter, seemingly on the verge of ceasing altogether.

Meanwhile, within this same month, the Blood Prison Battlefield experienced a dramatic upheaval.

The Chimimouryou brothers, virtually unimpeded, had swept through the entire battlefield, encroaching perilously close to the Spirit Martial Camp's sanctuary. Yet, no one dared to confront them directly.

"Chief Commander, what course of action shall we take now?" one of the commanders inquired of Li Murong.

"What can we do? There is nothing left to be done," Li Murong responded, a flicker of helplessness crossing his features. Over the past month, his Spirit Martial Camp had suffered the loss of over 500 leaders and nearly a thousand soldiers. He himself harbored doubts about his ability to defeat the Chimimouryou brothers.

"Iciness!" Li Murong called out.

"Iciness, reporting!" Li Han Guang replied.

"You must return immediately and implore Lord Qingfeng to come to the battlefield. He is the sole individual who might possibly alter the tide of this conflict," Li Murong instructed.

"Understood!"

With hands clasped, Li Han Guang departed the camp without delay. Lord Qingfeng, acknowledged as the Spirit Martial Camp's most formidable Demi-Honored Fighter, seldom involved himself in such matters, his nature as tranquil as his name suggested, akin to a gentle breeze.

The outcome of the conflict between the Spirit Martial Camp and the Wraith Camp held no significance for him.

Numerous leaders dispatched to the Blood Prison Battlefield were not primarily concerned with victory, but rather with the acquisition of superior Immortal Artifacts.

Another day dawned, and as anticipated, Qingfeng accepted Li Han Guang's invitation. This led to the most intense confrontation to date between the Spirit Martial Camp and the Wraith Camp, finally drawing the intervention of Demi-Honored Fighters.

The inaugural clash pitted Li Murong against the elder with the white beard, resulting in a stalemate.

In the second engagement, a different Demi-Honored Fighter from the Spirit Martial Camp entered the fray. However, the opposition fielded the Third Prince, Wang Liang, who swiftly vanquished the Spirit Martial Camp's participant, casting the camp into a desperate situation.

The third and deciding battle was slated for the following day, featuring the Spirit Martial Camp's mightiest, Mu Qingfeng, against the Wraith Camp's paramount warrior, Kill Break Wolf.

This particular contest would determine the ultimate victor.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yue and her companions awaited with bated breath, their focus entirely diverted from the unfolding events at the Blood Prison Battlefield.

Ye Mo's life aura had dwindled to its absolute minimum. Although their initial prognosis suggested he might last another day, Ye Mo astonishingly persevered for three days following the complete dissipation of his life aura.

RUMBLE!

Precisely as Ye Mo's aura vanished, a thunderous sound echoed, and a colossal portal tore through Heaven’s Flaming Sword, shattering the mundane cycle of Reincarnation. It materialized directly above Ye Mo's head.

This portal, resembling a dragon's gaping maw, was unmistakably a dragon's gate. From its depths emerged a phantom Soul Body, an exact replica of Ye Mo.

It was the legendary moment of the carp leaping through the dragon's gate!