Chapter 1623 - 18: Blunder! Yin Yang Sacred Liquid! [2-in-1!]

Chapter 1623: Chapter 18: Blunder! Yin Yang Sacred Liquid! [2-in-1!]

Only ten days left!

Fang Che felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

Rushing at full speed to Baiwu Continent would take over two days. That place is really too far away!

Stay for two days.

Lay some groundwork for Sun Wutian.

Then spend over two days rushing back; meeting with Yin Shen Palace, that’s seven days.

Then Yin Shen Palace uses the Flying Boat to send me to the headquarters.

Basically arriving on the ninth day.

The urgency is at its peak.

While pondering, a shadow fell from above, grabbing Fang Che and cursing: "With your turtle speed, when will you ever make it? Won’t this delay big matters, let me take you on the road!"

Sun Wutian grabbed Fang Che, shouting: "Watch carefully, when you have enough cultivation, you’ll understand how to do it, tearing space, this is how it’s done!"

Left hand gathering Divine Skills, grabbing forward.

The space cracked open like a mirror.

Sun Wutian stepped in with Fang Che in one step.

Fang Che only felt as if a thousand peaks were resonating by his ears, ten thousand echoes together.

There was an illusion, as if time was either rewinding or advancing...

With a crack, the two emerged from the space rift.

"Did you see clearly?"

"No... a bit confused."

"Then let’s do it again."

"Crack!"

"Whoosh!"

"Did you see clearly?"

"I’m a bit dizzy..."

"Once more, watch closely!"

"Crack!"

"Whoosh!"

...

"Hey! Damn! Wake up!"

Sun Wutian patted Fang Che’s face, somewhat at a loss.

This kid had fainted.

Bleeding from the seven orifices.

Then Sun Wutian remembered, tearing space like this was unbearable with Fang Che’s cultivation level. And for the first time, he didn’t fortify protection, and then he forgot, tearing four or five times in a row.

Not until Fang Che’s head drooped did Sun Wutian remember.

He slapped himself twice, hurriedly starting emergency healing.

The Old Demon panicked.

He truly forgot, tearing space to travel was too commonplace, that’s how it’s been for so many years. And he’d never taken anyone through space tearing before...

Now look, he had brought Yemo to ruin.

If Yemo suffered irreversible damage because of this, not mentioning others, Sun Wutian couldn’t even forgive himself, Yan Nan might eat him alive.

"Damn, why is it so fragile..."

Sun Wutian was tearless, feeling utterly foolish.

He now truly understood some of his generation’s Old Demons, they also had the idea of passing their legacy, picking several geniuses as disciples.

But later, whenever they’d see those Old Demons, each of them had this speechless look.

The expression of ’Tearfully asking Heaven why’ was clear on their faces.

At first, everyone found it strange and inquired.

The answers were shockingly consistent: the disciples they painstakingly taught ended up being killed by themselves.

Back then, Sun Wutian found it absurd, how could you kill a perfectly fine human? Weren’t they your precious disciples?

But today, he truly understood the feelings and encounters of those Old Demons.

Because... you could really kill them.

Those Old Demons were figures capable of shaking mountains and seas and commanding elements, life has always been viewed as trivial; normally they’d be cautious in teaching, but when encountering something, their instincts would resort to habitual ways... and at such times, disciples were basically one dead after another!

Dying cleanly!

—— just like Fang Che now.

Already on the brink of death, even a twilight recovery might be impossible.

Sun Wutian was in tears.

If this one dies too, I... I wouldn’t even be able to cry out any sound.

But these are the tear-induced space rift shock scars...

In a panic, stuffing various elixir pills into Fang Che’s mouth, then Sun Wutian injected Spiritual Energy to help push the blood through the palace. After some effort...

Fang Che finally clung to life, slowly waking up.

He opened his mouth, a bubble of bloody froth emerged: "What happened to me?"

What happened to you?

This question, Sun Wutian felt he couldn’t answer.

Could he say he forgot about him?

"You couldn’t bear the power of this space tearing." Sun Wutian remained expressionless: "How do you feel now?"

"My head is splitting apart."

Fang Che’s face contorted.

Genuinely couldn’t help it.

He felt like his head was an unripe watermelon, struck by a large iron hammer, though not yet burst into pieces, it was already split into seven or eight sections.

Countless little men inside his head madly drilling in all directions with awls.

He bit his lip hard.

Closed his eyes.

Blood continuously flowed from the seven orifices.

Though he didn’t cry out in pain. But being of Jianghu, Sun Wutian clearly knew how unbearable the pain from such an injury was.

Even if it were himself, he would have been rolling on the floor holding his head by now.

That soul-tearing, hysterical agony.

Currently, Fang Che managed to endure without making a sound, which made Sun Wutian look at him with newfound respect.

Therefore becoming more satisfied with his Hen Tian Blade successor. With such endurance, what cultivation technique couldn’t be achieved?

What difficulty couldn’t be overcome? What task couldn’t be completed!?

But the problem is, even though Fang Che has woken up, his flesh is still on the brink of collapse, even medicinal power is hard for him to absorb on his own, and as soon as my Spiritual Energy is retracted, this kid might just fall apart.

No more waiting!

He steeled his heart, took out a Jade Bottle, plugging it open with a pop, placing it at Fang Che’s mouth: "Drink it."