Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1629 - 1626: Finally Meeting His Beloved

The instant Xu Wendong’s gaze fell upon the trio, an unseen hand seemed to clench his heart. A wave of profound bitterness washed over him, his eyes stinging uncontrollably as tears clouded his vision. Memories of his past life on Earth replayed in his mind, vivid and sequential like a cherished film.

His first encounter with Zhong Qiu and Jiang Xueyao had been in the vibrant metropolis of the Magic Capital. Back then, they were just ordinary individuals navigating the urban sprawl. However, fate's intricate design began to unfold when both Zhong Qiu and Jiang Xueyao were discovered to possess exceptionally rare Spiritual Bodies. This revelation piqued the interest of the Cultivation World, irrevocably altering their life's path and pulling them into a realm of fantasy and the unknown.

Through a twist of fate, Xu Wendong also experienced Dual Cultivation with them. Though their time together was exceedingly brief, and their emotions hadn't the chance to fully blossom, their connection remained a significant, albeit fleeting, encounter.

Yet, in stark contrast to Xu Fan, the bond between Xu Wendong and Xu Fan resembled a mighty tree, deeply rooted and flourishing through the years, its branches and leaves spreading wide, steadfast and resilient.

Reflecting over the years, from their innocent teenage days to the present, through periods of confusion and determined effort, Xu Fan had been a constant presence by his side. In Xu Wendong's estimation, Xu Fan held a place in his heart no less significant than family, akin to sister-in-law Lin Yiren, being among the most treasured individuals in his life.

Consequently.

Upon learning that they had been inexplicably transported to the Cultivation World.

Without a moment's hesitation, Xu Wendong resolutely plunged into that unfamiliar world, a place fraught with dangers and challenges for him.

There lay a vast expanse, veiled in mist, where hidden crises lurked at every turn, a landscape treacherous and perilous.

Their last hurried meeting occurred just before their intended ascension to the Immortal Realm. That brief encounter was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, too swift to truly appreciate, their parting words barely exchanged before they were once again separated.

And now.

After enduring countless hardships and navigating the tumultuous journey within the Immortal Realm, they found themselves reunited in Biluo City, amidst the chaos of war and the shadows of demons.

A frantic pounding echoed within Xu Wendong's chest, his heart on the verge of bursting with the ecstatic joy of reunion. Overwhelmed with emotion, words failed him, caught in his throat, leaving only tears to stream freely.

Xu Fan's eyes also welled up, a tender smile gracing his lips, tinged with contentment, longing, and deep sentiment. His voice, choked with emotion, was hoarse as he spoke, "I knew it, no matter how much time passed, no matter how far apart, you would definitely find a way to reach us!"

Jiang Xueyao and Zhong Qiu nodded fervently, their gazes fixed on Xu Wendong, filled with profound affection. Initially mortals, they had felt utterly lost upon entering the Cultivation World, struggling to adapt to its way of life.

During that period, the pair experienced intense anxiety, even contemplating the unthinkable. Yet, Xu Fan offered them comfort, urging them not to lose hope, firmly believing that Xu Wendong would one day enter the Cultivation World to find them!

Indeed.

He had arrived.

Even a fleeting encounter prior to their ascension had offered them solace and hope.

Although the survival conditions in the Immortal Realm proved far more brutal than in the Cultivation World, they had never wavered in their trust that Xu Wendong would eventually come for them.

"Let me rescue people first, and we’ll catch up when there’s time."

Xu Wendong's clear voice resonated like a bell, instantly piercing through the surrounding din. The smile that played on his lips held an apologetic curve, gentle as the spring sun's ripples across a lake, his gaze as bright and lively as a flitting sparrow.

With his declaration, his figure abruptly spun, his attire billowing like a fierce battle standard in the wind. Fine cracks spiderwebbed across the cobblestone ground beneath him as he launched himself forward, resembling an arrow released from a bow, a majestic roc soaring in the open expanse of Biluo City.

At this moment, amidst the scattered smoke and broken remnants, the pained groans of the injured, and the palpable fear of the citizens, the desolate scene painted a grim tableau of an apocalypse.

His hands, like a pair of elegant butterflies dancing amongst vibrant blossoms, moved with lightning speed within the confined space before him. His Finger Techniques shifted unpredictably, intricate Seals flowing like a school of fish darting through a clear stream, agile and swift.

In an instant, Seals shimmering with spiritual light materialized in the air, radiating a brilliant glow. With a sudden flash, the previously leaden-grey, silent, and suffocating sky above Biluo City appeared to be forcibly swept aside by unseen yet immensely powerful hands. The rolling black clouds, like a defeated army grumbling in resentment, surged and twisted as they dispersed.

The heavens, as if split by a gleaming blade, parted to reveal the sun, which then descended without reservation, its golden light blanketing the land like a stage meticulously set for a grand rescue.

Following this, a revitalizing rain, akin to a celestial river unleashed, poured down in abundance.

These were no ordinary raindrops, devoid of vitality and presence.

Each droplet appeared sculpted by nature’s artistry, perfectly clear, as if cast from exquisite crystal.

Within them, verdant essences swirled, resembling miniature, thriving forests, their hidden wood grain etched with the fine textures of time.

This was the embodiment of the Wood Element Dao, like dormant spirits brimming with life-giving energy and unparalleled healing capabilities.

As the rain descended, guided by an unseen force, it precisely graced the forms of the wounded.

Instantly, a silent yet profoundly moving ritual of restoration began, the raindrops touching wounds like playful sprites seeking warmth, leaping with joy and emitting soft melodies.

Flecks of emerald light emerged, like the tender shoots of spring, transforming into a gentle yet potent medicinal force that permeated the wounded flesh, mending severed blood vessels with delicate precision.

Like a flowing brook, it nourished weakened organs, and wherever its touch reached, injuries healed with astonishing speed. Damaged tissue was regenerated, skin covered exposed bone, and past wounds vanished as if swept away by a gentle zephyr.

The city's earlier cries of agony were gradually supplanted by gasps of relief and shouts of jubilation.

Under this life-infusing rain, vitality and hope began to quietly reawaken and spread across every corner of Biluo City.

Meanwhile.

The formidable warriors of the Thirteen Immortal Clans surged forward like an unstoppable celestial tide, their might carrying the force of thunder directly toward the Alien Demon encampment.

In that moment, the battlefield erupted, as if a powder keg had been detonated, igniting a colossal conflict that shook the heavens and earth, startling even specters and deities.

Observed closely, the otherworldly demons exuded a menacing aura, enveloped in swirling demonic Qi that resembled darkening storm clouds, emanating a chilling pressure. Each of their roars seemed capable of tearing the void, their power immense and unparalleled.

Their numbers were vast, dense as locusts obscuring the sky and sun, swarming forward with a ferocity that stirred the very earth and stones. Their imposing momentum was like a destructive flood, capable of obliterating all in its path.

However.

Upon the arrival of the fighters from the Thirteen Immortal Clans, the tide of the conflict shifted dramatically!