The Strongest Dandy in the City Chapter 2300 - 2289: A Useless Person

While Wu Lingxiang, Bai Xiaorou, and the others were filled with concern for Ye Chenfeng’s safety,

within the vast expanse of the mysterious space.

Ye Chenfeng, with his bones and meridians completely shattered, and the skin on his body, save for his face, cracked open, lacked the strength to even budge an inch. It would likely take ten to twenty days for the Divine Blood within him to recover sufficiently for another use of the Immortal Golden Body. Simply drifting with the spatial currents was no viable solution; the mysterious space was fraught with countless unknowns.

Carried by the currents within this space, Ye Chenfeng was no longer confined to his original location. These spatial waves propelled him out of that familiar region, inexplicably reigniting a flicker of hope within him. Despite his shattered meridians and bones, rendering the Spiritual Qi River unable to flow, his hearing and vision had experienced a significant enhancement ever since he ascended to the Initial Stage of the Divine King Realm.

Even without circulating his spiritual energy, his sight remained unimpeded in the darkness of this space, and his hearing could discern sounds from great distances. He remained unable to enter the small world contained within his Chaos Ring; if only he could access it, he would at least be safe from immediate peril.

After several hours of drifting along the currents in the mysterious space.

Ye Chenfeng perceived subtle alterations in his surroundings. The numerous small stones that had previously been swept along by the currents were now entirely absent, replaced by immense, almost stagnant colossal stones. These formations were so vast they defied the description of mere stones; each behemoth resembled a floating island.

As he drifted past these colossal formations, akin to small islands, Ye Chenfeng discerned signs of past battles etched upon them, some appearing quite recent, causing his brow to furrow instantly furrow. Within his mind, he queried, " Old Bai, Old Hei, are there still living cultivators within this place?"

Bai Wu Fengxian responded, "Young one, being drawn into the mysterious space does not equate to certain death. Provided one avoids encountering those immense spatial torrents, cultivators can endure here. Such spatial turbulence seems confined to the region you previously occupied, and you have now exited that area."

" Nevertheless, you must exercise extreme caution. Although Old Hei and I have never personally experienced the mysterious space, it is said to harbor unique and dangerous creatures. Your utmost priority must be to mend your meridians and bones so that you may regain the freedom to move."

But how simple was it to restore shattered meridians and bones?

Within this mysterious space, the spiritual energy was so sparse as to be virtually nonexistent, rendering it utterly unabsorbable by the body. While Healing Pills were available within his Chaos Ring, and he possessed the ability to retrieve items from it, Ye Chenfeng could not even move a finger, let alone consume the pills. In this peculiar environment of the mysterious space, any retrieved pills might easily be swept away by the spatial fluctuations before he could even secure them.

With his fingers immobile, it was naturally impossible to firmly grasp any pills brought forth from the Chaos Ring.

He could permit individuals from the Chaos Ring's inner world to emerge and assist him in consuming the pills, but their general strength was far too low. Once outside, they would be unable to return. In such an unpredictable and perilous environment, Ye Chenfeng could barely ensure his own survival; allowing others to emerge would only amplify the danger exponentially.

While Ye Chenfeng remained lost in deep contemplation,

his gaze suddenly sharpened slightly as he spotted a black Spirit Boat navigating from a distance.

Though this Spirit Boat appeared remarkably small and exceedingly dilapidated, it was undeniably a Spirit Boat. With Ye Chenfeng’s enhanced vision and hearing, he could already detect voices emanating from the boat, implying the presence of living individuals aboard?

Aboard that distant, dark, and tattered Spirit Boat,

were two men in their middle ages, their visages bearing a fearsome appearance. One was a bald man named Zhao Wenchao, an expert at the Peak of Level 6 in the Earth God Realm. The other, bearing a disfiguring scar across his chin, was Wang Xinghuo, who occupied the Initial Stage of Level 7 in the Earth God Realm.

These two individuals seemed entirely oblivious to Ye Chenfeng's presence, engrossed in their own conversation.

Wang Xinghuo's voice rasped, "It has been an exceedingly long time since a newcomer has graced this place. The resources here are dwindling rapidly. If this continues, we will all face dire straits."

Zhao Wenchao concurred with a nod, " How many individuals are actually swept into this mysterious space? We might be marooned here for eternity, a cursed fate. How were we even dragged into this forsaken realm back then!"

Huh?

Wang Xinghuo abruptly uttered a soft exclamation and remarked, "Old Zhao, our fortune seems to have arrived. Is that a person over there? Finally, a newcomer in the mysterious space."

Zhao Wenchao followed Wang Xinghuo’s line of sight and, indeed, observed a figure drifting through the void. The pair then guided their Spirit Boat to converge upon the solitary figure.

As the black Spirit Boat loomed closer, Ye Chenfeng found himself unable to evade. Immobilized, with his meridians and bones seemingly shattered, he projected no aura. This concealed his true strength as an expert at the Initial Stage of the Divine King Realm, rendering him indistinguishable from an ordinary person to onlookers.

Zhao Wenchao and Wang Xinghuo unceremoniously hauled Ye Chenfeng aboard the Spirit Boat. Upon seeing his youthful appearance and the complete absence of any spiritual presence, they promptly subjected him to a bone age measurement. Discovering that Ye Chenfeng was merely thirty years of age, they inwardly lamented their misfortune.

With casual indifference, the two men roughly deposited Ye Chenfeng onto the Spirit Boat. The Chaos Ring, having long since merged with Ye Chenfeng's being, could be completely concealed beneath his skin with a mere thought. Previously, to mislead observers, he had worn a simple, unremarkable storage ring on his finger.

In the estimation of Zhao Wenchao and Wang Xinghuo, what formidable power could a man of merely thirty possess? He clearly wasn't a cultivator of significant renown, thus unlikely to possess any valuable treasures. Consequently, they unhesitatingly removed Ye Chenfeng's storage ring, which, as intended, contained nothing of value to deceive others.

Wang Xinghuo grumbled, his voice laced with frustration, "A complete waste, as expected. What terrible luck. I truly believed my fortunes were about to change today!"

Zhao Wenchao echoed this sentiment, his face etched with disappointment. After all this anticipation, a newcomer had finally entered the mysterious realm, only to be a mere nobody? With all his meridians and bones broken, even if that were not the case, he doubted Ye Chenfeng possessed any substantial cultivation. Zhao Wenchao surmised he likely hadn't even reached the Nirvana Realm, given his tender age of thirty.

Zhao Wenchao cast a dismissive glance at Ye Chenfeng before speaking to his companion, "Old Wang, even trash can serve a purpose. Let's take him back with us for now."