Chapter 884
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Chapter 884: Healing in Seclusion!
Deep in the mountains, traces of demon beast activity were frequent. Su Yi observed that the area was particularly desolate.
Jagged cliffs, peculiar rock formations, and narrow crevices in the rock walls allowed only a single person to pass. Nestled within this rugged terrain was a small natural cave.
Inside, Su Yi stacked some stones to seal the entrance and placed defensive measures before summoning the mysterious space.
“Sir.”
The Dark Golden Demon Falcon and the Wolf-headed Demon Bat appeared instantly beside Su Yi.
Prior to the Saint Martial Assembly’s arrival at Central Region city, Su Yi had concealed the Wolf-headed Demon Bat and the Dark Golden Demon Falcon in the mysterious space to prevent exposing their identities.
A short while ago, when Su Yi brought the Green Emperor and his older brother Xi Wuqing into the mysterious space, the two demon beasts were in the midst of breakthroughs, so he had refrained from disturbing them.
Before the Saint Martial Assembly, the Wolf-headed Demon Bat had already reached the pinnacle of the Demonic Spirit Realm.
Now, its aura had ascended into the first level of the Demonic True Realm, while the Dark Golden Demon Falcon had also advanced significantly in cultivation.
“They have awakened and are currently meditating to recover.”
The Blood Spiritual Ginseng appeared beside Su Yi, informing him that the Green Emperor and Xi Wuqing were now awake and focusing on their healing process.
Su Yi immediately turned his gaze towards his older brother Xi Wuqing and the Green Emperor.
Both were sitting cross-legged at a short distance, bathed in radiant light, their bodies glowing with an ethereal aura as they cultivated and healed.
Seeing that his brother and the Green Emperor had regained consciousness, Su Yi finally felt at ease.
His eyes then shifted to Su Xiaoshuai, who was also meditating. His body burned with fierce flames, exuding intense heat that could seemingly ignite the soul, emanating a commanding presence.
“As my Dharma Protector, I require some time to recuperate.”
Su Yi addressed the Dark Golden Demon Falcon and the Wolf-headed Demon Bat.
This unfamiliar place made Su Yi eager to heal swiftly. Recovering in the mysterious space would be far more efficient. Though he had set up precautions outside and had both demon beasts as guards, he remained vigilant.
After instructing them to stand watch, Su Yi sat cross-legged in the mysterious space, consuming Spiritual Essence. His hand seals formed as he entered a meditative healing state.
His injuries were severe this time. Old wounds had yet to recover when he was pursued by the Sea Dragon Gang, worsening his condition.
Spiritual Essence within his body surged into energy. Su Yi closed his eyes, a crimson radiance emanating from his form. The Supreme Chaotic Yuan Technique activated, releasing a devastating aura.
Within the cave, all present were immersed in deep meditation.
Central Region
With time, the fervor to capture Overlord Su Yi gradually waned.
People’s excitement over Sacred Mountain’s bounty had initially driven a mad hunt, but as no traces of Su Yi surfaced, the enthusiasm began to diminish.
Of course, some were unwilling to give up and continued scouring the region relentlessly.
Particularly within thousands of miles of Central Region city, the search remained vigorous. Many believed Overlord Su Yi could not have traveled far and was likely still within Central Region territory.
With no confirmed news of Su Yi, rumors swirled. Some speculated that the legendary figures like Su Yi and Xu Chen had perished within the spatial rift.
Others argued that Su Yi and his companions had evaded capture and were lying low.
Given their overwhelming potential, if they reappeared later, they would pose an immense threat. At that point, even Sacred Mountain might find itself in serious trouble.
The mountain range stretched endlessly, culminating in a majestic peak.
Here, heaven and earth’s energies interwove, mist rolling through valleys, streams carving their way through gorges. Towering waterfalls plunged from sheer cliffs, while rare beasts roamed, and exotic flora thrived. Ancient trees stood like sentinels, and valuable medicinal herbs grew in abundance.
The peaks pierced the heavens, where tempests raged, lightning flashing across the sky. Nearby, icy winds howled over frost-covered slopes.
This realm resembled a mythical paradise—vast, awe-inspiring.
This was Sacred Mountain, the revered sanctuary of the Central Region’s warriors. Countless individuals dreamed of stepping foot into its sacred grounds for training.
Everyone understood that only the strongest emerged as disciples of Sacred Mountain.
Becoming a disciple here meant gaining unmatched power and the ability to traverse the world without fear.
The disciples of Sacred Mountain were known for their pride and arrogance, rarely acknowledging warriors from outside their ranks.
Even members of the esteemed Five Sects and Three Schools were dismissed unless they were among the top elites of their factions.
To be accepted into Sacred Mountain was proof of exceptional talent and potential.
However, recent events had shaken the very foundation of this prestigious sect. The Saint Martial Assembly had seen the shocking deaths of Mo Baiming and Chu Changhuan, the slaughter of dozens of Sacred Mountain’s elite disciples, and the severe injuries inflicted upon Saint Child Nanan Ruyu—all at the hands of a single man: Overlord Su Yi.
The news spread like wildfire, sending shockwaves through Sacred Mountain.
For its disciples, the events of the Saint Martial Assembly were nearly unfathomable.
Yet, reality left them no choice but to acknowledge the truth.
Accustomed to standing above others, they struggled to accept that an outsider could be so overwhelmingly powerful.
It was said that even Sacred Mountain’s high-ranking figures were stirred by these events, prompting powerful elders to question Wang Quande personally.
When some disciples finally caught sight of Wang Quande, his face bore clear handprints, swollen and bruised beyond recognition.
“I heard that Su Yi was once a disciple of our Sacred Mountain. When Wang Quande returned, it was reported that Su Yi had perished. Yet, somehow, he later resurfaced at the Divine Sword School. And now, after his rampage at the Saint Martial Assembly, killing so many of our disciples, this has to be connected to Wang Quande.”
Many within Sacred Mountain whispered about this revelation. It was no longer a secret—Su Yi had once belonged to their sect. But now, he harbored immense hatred towards them and had slaughtered their disciples without mercy. Wang Quande, the Dharma Protector, was undeniably linked to this shocking turn of events.
“Wang Quande has influential backing. If not for that, such a prodigious disciple would never have been forced out!”
Some disciples murmured in hushed tones. Su Yi possessed talent beyond compare, yet he had become an enemy of Sacred Mountain. If Wang Quande had been just another ordinary protector, he would have been held accountable long ago.
As dusk fell, the sky was painted with golden-red hues. The mountain peaks stood tall like waves frozen in time, their majestic presence casting an enchanting spectacle across the horizon.
