Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1679 - 1676: Deviation

Zhang Nian entered the quiet resting room, the atmosphere gradually soothing her agitated heart.

Following Xu Wendong's instructions, she ambled to the room's center and cautiously settled into a cross-legged position on the bed.

However, for someone inexperienced in meditation, achieving the right state instantly proved challenging.

She attempted to maintain an upright posture, but her legs soon succumbed to an intense tingling numbness, akin to countless tiny needles gently pricking and spreading.

A slight furrow formed on her brow, and biting her lower lip softly, she pushed through the discomfort with considerable effort.

As moments passed, Zhang Nian began to grow uneasy.

She surreptitiously opened her eyes, surveying the simply yet elegantly decorated room. A few paintings adorned the walls, radiating a certain profoundness, but her mind was far from appreciating their artistry at that moment.

Her gaze drifted toward the door, a silent wish forming for Xu Wendong's prompt return to offer guidance.

Just as her thoughts wandered, an internal chill, more potent than before, surged through her, threatening to freeze her very blood.

An involuntary shiver wracked Zhang Nian’s frame, a flicker of fear taking root in her heart.

She remembered Xu Wendong’s warning about the potential dangers of an unguided Chaos Cold Ice Body. Could this be happening now?

In a state of panic, she tried to rise and seek Xu Wendong, but her legs, numb from the prolonged cross-legged position, were completely immobile.

She attempted to call out his name, yet the overwhelming cold stifled her voice, rendering her unable to make a sound.

There was no time for further contemplation.

Enduring both the internal fear and the physical discomfort, Zhang Nian focused her entire will on the 'Cold Ice Mantra' before her, striving to cultivate as its teachings directed.

Her cultivation seemed to progress, as the chaotic chill within her began to recede under the influence of her mental technique.

It felt as though a raging river of ice was being channeled into a controlled course, no longer overflowing its banks.

A sense of budding joy and hope welled within her; she believed she was starting to grasp the control of her Chaos Cold Ice Body and immersed herself even more deeply in cultivation.

Yet, she failed to recognize that the sheer power and mystery of the Chaos Cold Ice Body were far beyond the easy management of a novice like herself.

As her cultivation deepened, she gradually sensed her internal spiritual power transforming into a runaway steed, thrashing wildly and uncontrollably throughout her being.

The cold power, which had initially flowed docilely along the mental method's pathways, now surged like a tsunami, shattering all boundaries and raging violently within her meridians. Each passage felt as if it were being impaled by countless sharp ice shards, inflicting unbearable pain.

Zhang Nian’s complexion instantly leached to a deathly white. Large beads of sweat formed on her brow, but before they could trace paths down her cheeks, they were already frozen solid by the emanating cold.

Her body began to conviculse violently. A metallic taste flooded her mouth, and a gush of blood erupted uncontrollably, splattering onto the 'Cold Ice Mantra' before her – a stark crimson against the pristine white paper.

Her consciousness started to waver, but a primal instinct for survival and a desperate desire to command this power still flickered within her.

She attempted to forcibly cease cultivation, but the Ice Cold Power appeared to have found an avenue, escalating its rampage within her, threatening complete bodily annihilation.

Precisely at this moment of Zhang Nian's utter despair, convinced she would be consumed by the rampant force.

Xu Wendong acutely detected the spiritual power fluctuations erupting from the resting room – tumultuous, potent, and utterly chaotic.

His expression shifted dramatically, and without a second thought, he moved with blinding speed, a lightning bolt streaking into the resting room.

Instantly.

A bone-chilling cold, as if emanating from the deepest abyss of Jiuyou Purgatory, struck him squarely in the face.

The sheer intensity and biting nature of the cold caused even Xu Wendong, a seasoned cultivator adept at handling diverse spiritual power fluctuations, to shudder involuntarily, his blood feeling as though it had instantly turned to ice.

After regaining his composure, he swiftly scanned the room, his eyes landing on Zhang Nian’s harrowing condition.

She lay upon the bed, her face ashen, blood staining her lips, clinging precariously to life. Her breath was faint, like a dying candle flame, on the verge of extinguishing.

Catching sight of Xu Wendong, Zhang Nian’s eyes, previously dim with hopelessness, sparked with a fragile ray of hope.

That glimmer was like the faintest dawn breaking through oppressive darkness, transient yet undeniably present.

She strained her mouth to speak, a torrent of words seemingly trapped within, but her profound weakness rendered her incapable of uttering even a single sound.

"Don’t speak yet." Xu Wendong’s brow furrowed deeply, a worried expression on his face.

Without any hesitation, he swiftly conjured a hand seal, and his True Qi erupted like a raging torrent, flowing from his fingertips into Zhang Nian’s very being.

He held his breath, desperately hoping his potent True Qi could eradicate the terrifying coldness within her that threatened to consume her entirely.

Yet, to his profound astonishment.

The moment his True Qi entered Zhang Nian’s body, it was instantly encased by the formidable, icy force, vanishing as quickly as a moth drawn to a flame.

It proved utterly ineffective, causing Xu Wendong’s expression to become even more grim, a chilling premonition silently taking root in his heart.

"Lord Dragon, I implore you, awaken from your slumber and quickly impart knowledge: how can I possibly rescue this maiden before me?" Xu Wendong pleaded inwardly, his heart filled with desperation.

At this juncture, veins bulged on his forehead, perspiration streamed down like rain, and his eyes betrayed an overwhelming urgency and concern.

The Dragon Soul stirred sluggishly, emitting a wide yawn, and responded with a languid tone, "Cease these futile endeavors. Not only has your cultivation level plummeted to the mortal realm, but even at your zenith, you would be incapable of saving her in this dire state."

Upon hearing this, Xu Wendong felt as though he had been struck by a bolt of lightning. His throat constricted involuntarily as he swallowed hard, his gaze fixed in disbelief: "You... You jest, surely?"

At his peak, he had attained the Divine Rank, mastering numerous profound Great Daos, possessing the power to reshape the very Fabric of reality with a mere thought.

He had once mended the fractured firmament of the Immortal Realm and reestablished the cosmic order.

With such unparalleled accomplishments and formidable might, how could it be impossible to save this girl, who had merely suffered a slight deviation?

"Would I, Lord Dragon, be one to utter falsehoods or issue baseless pronouncements?" the Dragon Soul sighed softly, continuing with measured words, "This Chaos Cold Ice Body, in its rarity and potency, is in no way inferior to your Ancient Sacred Body."

"It too stands as a singular phenomenon of its era, harboring enigmatic and formidable energies, even rivaling your own Ancient Sacred Body."

"Consequently, her salvation is no simple undertaking."

Xu Wendong’s eyes instantly ignited with hope, and he quicklyinterjected, "No simple undertaking? Does this not imply that a method for her salvation exists?"