Urban Divine Doctor Descends the Mountain Chapter 2870 - 2869: Divine Talisman for Help

Amidst the blood-soaked and perilous Shura Blood Domain, Lin Dong's thoughts were a maelstrom, chaotic and scattered.

He understood that against Tian Sha's mysterious spatial transfer technique, a solution was imperative; otherwise, in this death-infused realm, escape would ultimately prove impossible.

A multitude of strategies and skills raced through Lin Dong's mind, yet each presented seemingly insurmountable challenges.

The Earth Dragon Treasure Technique, which once allowed him to move with draconic freedom across the land, now felt like an invisible fetter, rendering him incapable of deployment.

The abundant Inner Qi, meant to harmonize with the earth veins, appeared to lose all anchor within the Shura Blood Domain, becoming utterly inaccessible.

Sword Two, an immensely potent sword art, represented his ultimate trump card, yet also his most perilous recourse.

It functioned as a double-edged weapon, capable of vanquishing an opponent in a single strike but leaving him critically vulnerable, akin to a defenseless lamb.

Confronting formidable adversaries like Tian Sha and Blood Fool, even if Sword Two could eliminate one, it offered no guarantee of his own survival.

In this critical moment of life and death, Lin Dong's gaze solidified, and a daring, aggressive proposition began to form within his heart—to directly consume the Water Origin, aiming for a rapid ascension to the Third Heaven.

This concept struck him like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the confusion clouding his mind.

Attaining the power of the Third Heaven signified not merely a surge in might but also the very possibility of his continued existence.

He harbored a strong conviction that, post-breakthrough, he could effortlessly overcome the present dangers.

Nevertheless, this bold course of action was fraught with significant peril.

During the critical breakthrough phase, his sole recourse would be an immensely resilient defense, transforming him into a stationary target vulnerable to every assault.

Should this defense falter at such a crucial juncture, not only would the breakthrough be jeopardized, but he could also sustain irreparable injuries, ending his cultivation journey permanently.

"A regrettable circumstance, the absence of a protector," Lin Dong lamented inwardly, weighed down by this helplessness.

Just as Lin Dong wrestled with his inner turmoil, caught in a spiral of indecision, Tian Sha's voice, laced with cold mockery, reverberated through the crimson expanse: "Lin Dong, what final gambits do you possess? Unleash them now, lest your opportunity vanishes forever."

His words, sharp as shards of ice carried on a chilling wind, pierced Lin Dong's very core.

Despite this, Lin Dong remained unable to ascertain Tian Sha's precise location; the foe seemed to have melded with every recess of the domain, becoming an intrinsic part of the Shura Blood Domain itself.

Within the oppressive, blood-hued Shura Blood Domain, Lin Dong's heart pulsed like a war drum, each beat a testament to his life force and unwavering resolve.

At the precipice of despair, on the verge of making a desperate, all-or-nothing decision, a sudden flash of insight illuminated his path, akin to a beacon cutting through the oppressive gloom.

His thoughts abruptly turned to the Dragon Ring Space, a sanctuary brimming with innumerable treasures and profound secrets.

Lin Dong swiftly focused his intent, establishing a connection with the Dragon Ring, and with a subtle flick of his finger, an ancient and enigmatic Space Communication Talisman materialized in his grasp.

This artifact emanated a soft, azure luminescence, intricately etched with complex runes. Each inscribed stroke encapsulated the profound mysteries of spatial laws, possessing the capability to transmit messages across formidable spatial barriers.

As he contemplated the talisman, a complex tapestry of emotions surged within Lin Dong.

He recognized that its activation would signify entrusting his final hope to the unpredictable unknown. Yet, faced with this existential crisis, no alternative remained.

Drawing a deep breath, a look of unwavering determination flashed across Lin Dong's features as he gently brushed the talisman, initiating its latent power.

"Whoosh—" A distinct, echoing sound of displaced air accompanied the event, and the Space Communication Talisman, as if imbued with sentience, erupted in a brilliant flash of light. This brilliance sliced through the dense barrier of the Shura Blood Domain, transforming into a luminous streak that shot away like a celestial body, streaking towards the distant horizon.

Its velocity was so extreme that even Tian Sha's formidable prowess struggled to track its flight path.

Tian Sha's gaze followed the talisman's receding form, an expression of distinct surprise registering on his features.

"You possess a Space Communication Talisman, and it has managed to breach my Shura Blood Domain. That is indeed quite astonishing."

His voice held a discernible note of awe, clearly unanticipating such a resource at Lin Dong's disposal.

Instantly, the corner of Tian Sha's lips twisted into a frigid smile, his tone dripping with derision and unshakeable confidence:

"Nonetheless, having dispatched that talisman, to whom do you anticipate it will reach? Within the Five Elements Land, or indeed the entirety of the Extraterrestrial Battlefield, who can possibly offer you aid? Your plea for assistance is utterly in vain."

Tian Sha's pronouncements struck like icy daggers, aimed at shattering Lin Dong's last fragile ember of hope.

Yet, Lin Dong’s resolve remained unshaken; his gaze was fixed and unwavering.

Even though he was uncertain if the talisman’s message would be received, or if the intended recipient would heed the call, he still chose to place his faith in it.

Despite the overwhelming despair that permeated the Shura Blood Domain, Lin Dong’s eyes seemed to bore through the thick crimson haze, piercing the very fabric of space and time as he silently uttered in his heart: "He will come..."

These words were not just a desperate hope cast into the unknown, but a profound testament to the trust he held in his own discernment.

Lin Dong understood implicitly that his reliance wasn't solely on the rare Space Communication Talisman, but more crucially, on the individual it connected him to—the formidable White-robed Blood Monk.

A legendary figure, who had once dominated the summit of the Five Elements Stele.

...

Meanwhile, far from the desolate expanse of the Shura Blood Domain, concealed within the depths of an ancient, verdant forest, the White-robed Blood Monk stood amidst the aftermath of a brutal confrontation. He had just vanquished a formidable four-star demon emperor.

This colossal demon emperor, its body armored with impenetrable scales and its eyes alight with cunning intelligence, had once reigned supreme over this territory. However, in the face of the White-robed Blood Monk’s overwhelming power, it was reduced to mere ephemera, a fleeting spectacle easily subdued.

The White-robed Blood Monk gripped a gleaming longsword, its edge lightly brushing the forest floor, allowing the droplets of blood from the blade to seep into the earth like a fine, crimson rain.

He was poised to gather the spoils of his victory—the invaluable beast materials and the coveted five elements energy—treasures that any cultivator would yearn for.

At that precise moment, a Space Communication Talisman, radiating a soft azure luminescence, shot across the sky like a celestial beacon, streaking directly towards him.

The White-robed Blood Monk’s attention was instantly captivated, his gaze sharpening as he detected the subtle spatial distortions emanating from the talisman and a peculiar, yet familiar, aura.

A stirring of emotion compelled him to reach out and intercepts the talisman. With a gentle touch of his fingertip, the talisman dissolved into a torrent of pure information, flooding directly into his consciousness.

"Lin Dong seeks aid; he is under siege by Blood Fool and another from the Blood Clan..." A subtle, almost imperceptible solemnity veiled the White-robed Blood Monk’s features as he murmured these words. He sheathed his sword, his gaze now directed towards the distant origin of Lin Dong’s urgent plea.

"Whoosh—"

Without a moment’s hesitation, he moved, heading resolutely in that direction.