Supreme Monarch of Eternity

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Looking at the others approaching, Ye Wushuang stiffly opened his mouth and squeezed out three words.

“Don’t… care… about me…”

Bang…

As the three words fell, Ye Wushuang collapsed to the ground. His whole body began to tremble, and his face turned pale.

Qin Muyu and Li Wenqing seemed to think of something immediately and stood on both sides of Ye Wushuang’s body without moving.

Ye Wushuang had this kind of situation before.

“What’s wrong with him?”

Huan Tianxin said anxiously, “Quick, give him some pills…”

Xu Ziqian also stepped closer and said, “Yeah, did he get injured in the Secret Scroll of the Heavenly Palace?”

Both of them looked worried.

Qin Muyu said seriously at this moment, “You two, please step back.”

Huh?

Seeing Qin Muyu and Li Wenqing looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy, everyone was stunned.

Li Wenqing looked at Ye Wushuang on the ground, then at the others, and said, “This is Junior Brother Ye’s persistent illness. It will flare up from time to time. External things are completely useless, and he can only endure it by himself.”

“So, I hope everyone won’t approach Junior Brother Ye.”

“From now on, if anyone intends to get close to Junior Brother Ye, we two will treat them as the enemy.”

After saying this, everyone’s faces showed a strange expression.

Persistent illness?

Ye Wushuang was extremely talented, yet… he had such a persistent illness?

What was going on?

But upon hearing Qin Muyu and Li Wenqing’s words, everyone stepped back to keep a distance and show that they had no ill intentions.

Even Liang Sierui secretly observed the others, being careful that they might have ill will towards Ye Wushuang.

After all, if Ye Wushuang was killed at this moment, they wouldn’t be able to obtain the Undying Fusang Fruit of the old ancestor.

Xu Ziqian and Huan Tianxin also watched the others carefully at this time. They admired Ye Wushuang extremely and were determined to protect him.

As for Yuan Tianzong, he secretly clenched his hands, ready to take action at any moment. If anyone dared to harm Ye Wushuang at this time, he, Yuan Tianzong, would be the first to act!

Suddenly…

With a thud.

Chao Hongye staggered and raised her hand.

Shua shua shua…

In an instant.

Huan Tianxin slapped his palm in front of Chao Hongye, Xu Ziqian aimed his hand at Chao Hongye’s abdomen, Yuan Tianzong held a dagger and pressed it against Chao Hongye’s back, and Liang Sierui brought her sword close to Chao Hongye’s neck…

At that moment, Chao Hongye felt that… she was so close to death!

“You… you… what are you doing?”

Chao Hongye said in a trembling voice.

What the hell was going on?

She just took a step, were these people crazy? Were they going to kill her?

“What are you doing?”

Yuan Tianzong and Liang Sierui said in unison.

Huan Tianxin and Xu Ziqian also had the same questioning expressions.

Chao Hongye’s face turned pale and she said, “My arm was cut, and the injury hasn’t fully healed. It’s time for me to take medicine…”

“I was just… getting the medicine…”

Upon hearing this, the four of them heaved a sigh of relief and stepped aside one after another.

Chao Hongye couldn’t hold on any longer at this time. She slumped to the ground, her back was soaked with sweat, and her face was pale.

These guys…

Did they think she was going to harm Ye Wushuang?

Chao Hongye suddenly burst into anger and shouted, “I’ve already said that the death of Chaotianque is in the past. If you guys don’t tell anyone, I definitely won’t either.”

“Ye Wushuang saved my life. I’m not a heartless person. How could you think that I would take this opportunity to harm him?”

Upon hearing this, Huan Tianxin, Yuan Tianzong and the others looked left and right.

Not far away, Qin Muyu and Li Wenqing, who were guarding in front of Ye Wushuang, were also stunned.

It seemed that their worries were unnecessary!

When did these people care so much about Ye Wushuang?

At this time, Ye Wushuang, who was lying stiffly on the ground, his whole body’s skin was like a porcelain that was about to break. There were dense cracks, which were terrifyingly scary.

He kept making whimpering sounds. In order to prevent himself from accidentally biting his tongue, Ye Wushuang directly took out a wooden stick and held it tightly in his mouth.

His whole body was soaked in blood, his body kept convulsing, and his face turned pale at one moment and was dyed red by the seeping blood at another moment.

Anyone could see the pain that Ye Wushuang was suffering at this time.

It was definitely unbearable.

Even though he had a firm will, he was on the verge of collapse at this moment. How painful must it be?

Everyone present couldn’t bear to watch this scene.

“Damn it!”

At this moment, Ye Wushuang roared angrily in his heart.

His body had been tempered and forged to be extremely strong in this life. Especially after practicing the Yuan Thunder Nine-turn Technique and fusing the power of the eight major attributes, his physical body was even stronger than that of the early stage of the Return to Origin Realm.

But even so…

After fusing the Ninth Primordial Spirit, without fusing the Eighth Primordial Spirit, his physical body couldn’t bear it anymore.

Back then, he abandoned the body of the Heavenly Emperor, and his Primordial Spirit was divided into nine parts. After being reincarnated as a human, his soul, carried by the Nine-layered Divine Suppression Pagoda, escaped from the seal and merged with his present life.

Why was his Primordial Spirit divided into nine parts?

It was because the Primordial Spirit of the Heavenly Emperor was too powerful.

If his entire Primordial Spirit was directly reincarnated, no matter what kind of person he was reincarnated as, he probably wouldn’t be able to last for a few years before his body exploded.

The physical body wasn’t strong enough to carry the Primordial Spirit.

But the drawback of dividing the Primordial Spirit into nine parts was that the Primordial Spirit was an integral whole, and after being separated, it sought to gather together.

So, he needed to fuse the Eighth Primordial Spirit.

How many times had this happened?

Could he hold on this time?

Ye Wushuang’s body kept trembling, and blood flowed out from the cracked skin, staining his white clothes red.

Suddenly, he thought of the Undying Fusang Tree.

Without hesitation, he directly swallowed an Undying Fusang Fruit.

The rich life essence kept spreading…

The painful torture and the splitting of his physical body continued, and the rich life essence in his body was also making up for the lost vitality…

After such a back-and-forth process, a full day and night passed.

When Ye Wushuang opened his eyes again, he saw Qin Muyu and Li Wenqing sitting cross-legged on both sides of him.

The white clothes on his body had turned red, and his body was covered with blood scabs. Even a slight movement caused intense pain.

“Junior Brother Ye, you’re awake!”