"If my guess is right, this time rift must be a contingency plan left by the Ancient Spirit Tree,"
"Once youâve merged with it in this world, we can return to the present."
The Hongmeng Origin World?"
The Dao of Chaos?"
Yes, thatâs it.
Upon hearing Shen Xuziâs words, Chen Changâan was utterly confident in his heart.
This is the world he felt inside the Ancient Spirit Tree!
Unbelievably, theyâve ended up here, through that time rift, giving Chen Changâan quite a shock.
"What about the bad news?" Chen Changâan asked again.
Shen Xuzi said, "Well, the bad news is, our current situation isnât good."
"This world has a bit too many Immortal Emperor level beings. Youâll need to keep steady when the time comes."
The existence of the Immortal Emperor level is equivalent to the Saint level in the future.
Even in terms of strength, they are stronger than the Saints of the future.
Because at this time, the Heavenly Dao of Wuxiang realm is perfect and flawless, with all the ancient creatures still in existence.
Shen Xuzi continued saying,
"Also, the Spirit Fruit Tree is often guarded by three Immortal Emperor level Dao paths. It wonât be easy for us to get close."
"I get it." Upon hearing this, Chen Changâan nodded.
Then, he sat cross-legged on the spot, ready to start healing.
While doing so, Chen Changâan opened his portable space to get some elixirs for replenishment.
He had prepared plenty of elixirs when he set off to the Great Wilderness in case of an emergency.
Now, they can be put to good use.
However, when Chen Changâan opened his inner space, he was flabbergasted.
The contents of his intern space were entirely empty. The elixirs he had stored turned into ashes without a trace left.
What...?
Although he had anticipated such an outcome, it was still somewhat hard for Chen Changâan to accept when he saw that the situation was indeed as such.
Those were the elixirs that he had painstakingly saved!
The result was that all of them became useless without even being used up. He had taken a significant loss.
Fortunately, the Saint Medicine he exploited from Shen Xuzi had been transferred to Daozang Mountain early on. Otherwise, he would be left with nothing.
"I canât go on like this. I need to quickly look for something to recover."
Saying so, Chen Changâan started looking around.
With years of experience, he saw at a glance that this place should be rich in Saint Medicine and Spirit Grass. It wouldnât be hard to find some herbs to stabilize his injuries.
"Mystic Spirit Immortal Grass?"
Soon, Chen Changâan discovered a jade green herb radiating faint immortal aura not far away. It was a top-grade Mystic Spirit Immortal Grass.
Having extensive knowledge in alchemy, Chen Changâan knew this well.
Although its grade wasnât high, producing some potions for recovery shouldnât be a problem.
"Huh? Thereâs so much here? Is this the Cell Regeneration Saint Medicine? Is that a Dream Mysterious Spirit Fruit?"
Soon after he collected the Mystic Spirit Immortal Grass, Chen Changâan moved forward a few steps and found an overwhelmingly abundant amount of medicinal herbs.
While there werenât any high-quality Immortal Grade herbs, there were at least a few dozen top-quality Spirit Grade herbs.
And there werenât any magical beasts gaurding them, which was clearly unusual.
Shen Xuzi scoffed at this:
"Lad, whatâs strange about this? Do you still think this is the future where everyoneâs a thief?"
Hearing Shen Xuziâs words, Chen Changâan gave up pondering about it further.
He promptly picked a few herbs he needed from among those Spirit Grass and started the alchemy process.
"Old man, Iâm not in the right condition now, assist me."
Chen Changâan called out to Shen Xuzi.
"Sure." Shen Xuzi didnât refuse, he called upon his mana and started to help Chen Changâan with the alchemy process.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
"Phew, done!"
After a round of alchemy process, a glistening pill finally appeared in Chen Changâanâs hand as a buzzing sound came.
Upon obtaining the pill, without a moment of hesitation, Chen Changâan swallowed it.
Immediately, a wave of warmth spread through his body, giving Chen Changâan a cozy feeling.
His Daoist foundation and mana, which were damaged by the time channel, started recovering little by little.
"Fortunately, although the pillâs grade isnât high, far from ideal for recovery, at least itâs been stabilized."
Not long after, Chen Changâan opened his eyes as he completed the meditation and breathed out a long sigh after feeling changes in his body.
Although the Mystic Spirit Pill was a good healing medicine, its grade was too low. Despite being of top-quality, it was only a seventh-grade spiritual pill and hence couldnât cure his injuries.
After all, Chen Changâan knew his situation very well. This body of his, even without considering spiritual power, was at least of an equivalent to the Great Heavenly Venerate level in terms of strength alone.
To heal such a high-level injury, it was impossible without a ninth-grade immortal pill at the very least!
But a ninth-grade pill, especially one that could repair oneâs Daoist foundation, was as unreachable as a pipe dream.
Pills of that level were not even found during his peak period, let alone in his current condition.
Itâs not that he couldnât concoct them, but he lacked the ingredients!
"Itâs a pity thereâs no more Mystic Spirit Immortal Grass, otherwise I could have made a few more pills for some recovery and security."
He shook his head and discarded the unrealistic thought. Chen Changâan got up and decided to look elsewhere if he could find other spirit medicines.
"Bold thief, youâve got some nerve to steal the Celestial Herbs from my Xuantian Gate!"
"Look at this sword!"
However, just as Chen Changâan had only taken a few steps, suddenly, a cold shout echoed from the sky ahead.
Then, a figure appeared there.
With the figureâs appearance was a fierce sword qi at its extreme point.
The sword qi was tearing heaven and earth!
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