Shan Xun's brows furrowed slightly, as he clearly did not agree with Chu Zheng's plan either.
"I will go myself; you might as well take along," Chu Zheng said without wasting words explaining, knowing that the more he explained, the slower they would be to act, missing the opportunity to save more people.
"If he seeks death, let him go as if he had never been here," Yan Bi said sowhat impatiently. He did not entangle himself further, as the totem shadow flickered behind him, and the next instant, his figure disappeared into the void, leaving no trace.
At this mont, ti was of the essence, as any further delay could potentially lead to the destruction of a tribe.
"Let's go," Wan Qiong said, without further ado, grabbing Chu Zheng and stepping into the void.
After one step, it was as if the rivers and mountains had inverted, and they had traveled billions of miles away.
Wan Qiong's cultivation was now comparable to that of a Nine Tribulations True Immortal. Within the Immortal Alliance, he was considered one of the top powerhouses, possessing Divine Skills.
The distances between the stars are often calculated in tens of billions of miles, and only by maneuvering through the void like this could one traverse the Great Universe in one's physical body without dying halfway in the cold silence of space.
The sky was about to turn to night. Normally, the ti was utterly silent, but now, the air was filled with the roar of battle and beastly bellows like rolling thunder, piercing the ears. Even the thick moonlight could not cover the pungent sll of blood soaring skywards.
Chu Zheng stood above the Nine Heavens, scanning the battlefield that stretched for over a million miles, with nurous Savage Beasts breaking through the blockade and continuously pouring into the Nine Domains like ink droplets in clear water, staining the barbaric lands with a layer of blood, the flas of war raging everywhere.
"This is a symbol of the Wan Clan. Carry it, and no one will trouble you,"
Wan Qiong casually tossed Chu Zheng into a camp and handed him a bone tile before disappearing without a trace, clearly heading to a more dangerous battleground to confront those Beast Kings.
At this mont, the camp was already filled with the injured. Witches in black robes moved through the camp, mixing dicinal powders and treating the injured Totem Cultivators, appearing sowhat flustered.
The witches bustling around here mostly had lower cultivations, fluctuating between Third and Fourth Order. The stronger Great Witches were undoubtedly at the frontlines, using the Spirit Controlling thod to deal with the beast tide.
The sll of blood mixed with various dicinal powders was extrely pungent, and all one could hear were the intermittent heavy breaths and suppressed moans of pain.
Most of the injured that were brought back from the battlefield were severely maid, so with shattered organs, not far from death.
The witches had secret dicines that could regenerate limbs and heal organs, but such dicines were exceedingly precious and would not be used unless absolutely necessary.
Thus, most of the injured brought here were rely kept alive with so dicinal powders, their survival left to fate.
The Alchemy Dao of Dongyuan Realm was very rudintary. The witches rely took various Spiritual dicines, ground them into powder, and then mixed them using the Power of Spirit and Soul to create secret dicines.
This sowhat crude thod not only failed to fully utilize the dicinal properties of the Spiritual dicines, wasting them, but the effects were also quite unstable, often having side effects, with dicinal toxicity being the most obvious.
Elixirs could also have toxicity, but after being refined, this toxicity was greatly reduced and could be completely assimilated by the body.
Looking at the tragic scenes around him, Chu Zheng's brows were tightly furrowed. He imdiately took out the identity proof given by Wan Qiong and found the person in charge of this particular camp, getting straight to the point:
"Notify all witches to co to in batches to get dicine."
The chief of the camp, also a mber of the Wan Clan nad Wan Zhe, saw the bone tile in Chu Zheng's hand and issued the order without hesitation.
Chu Zheng then took so common herbs from the camp's storeroom and mixed them with so of his own fresh blood, forming several dicinal pills.
With his blood as a dium, he could use the repair panel to save the lives of those injured here.
Soon, witches from around the camp ca to his door in succession to collect the secret dicine from Chu Zheng's hand.
Through the contact with his blood, various notifications about the injured began to appear in Chu Zheng's mind almost instantly.
He did not hesitate and activated the panel right away, not holding back as he healed their injuries completely.
His reason for coming here was to perform miracles, turning the impossible into the possible. That was the task at hand.
This was his first attempt at such large-scale repairs. The Divine Soul trembled slightly, as if he sensed a trace of the panel's operation.
Nature's spiritual energy surged wildly, crazily converging within Chu Zheng's body. The influence caused by the flow of spiritual energy widened, and soon it stirred the spiritual energy within tens of thousands of miles to rush in like a tide.
"My leg, it actually grew back?!"
"What is this divine dicine?!"
Cries of disbelief soon echoed throughout the camp.
Monts later, the area in front of the house where Chu Zheng resided quickly filled with people.
Wan Zhe stood at the doorstep for a long ti, wanting to knock but not daring to disturb. Just as he hesitated, Chu Zheng had already opened the door and stepped out.
"This... cousin, what was that secret dicine just now? It's so miraculous!"
"I was half-crippled, yet able to keep my life, thanks to the dicine you bestowed on , cousin!"
"How could such dicine be used on us? It truly is a wasteful extravagance; it should be reserved for the elders of the tribe!"
The crowd's reaction varied, so beating their chests and lanting the waste of the divine dicine, while others were full of gratitude, their faces showing the unease of a narrow escape.
"I am Zheng Chu, from beyond the heavens. If you wish, in the future you may honor as a Dao Lord. Today's rescue was in recognition that we are all part of the human race. If there is a need, offer incense and worship. If I sense it, I will co again."
Before the sound of his voice had faded, Chu Zheng's figure had already vanished into the void, leaving no trace.
The people looked at each other, and inside the once empty stone house, there now stood a divine statue clad in a Taoist robe, its face identical to that of Zheng Chu just monts before.
Next to the statue, a stack of bone books lay.
A witch hurried forward, flipping through the pages. Her eyes suddenly widened with joy, and she exclaid loudly, "It's a dicine book!"
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Chu Zheng, using the Invisibility Technique, quietly left the camp and hurried to the next.
His journey was rely to repay kindness; he had no intention of deep contact with these people, for the more he mingled, the more the divinity of 'Daoist Venerable Zheng Chu' would fade.
The bone books left beside the divine statue were scrolls about the Alchemy Dao, detailing parts of the essence of healing dicine.
These were things Chu Zheng left for the witches.
With such a vast battlefield, he couldn't cover everything; teaching these witches in advance could save many more lives.
Even with his strong individual power, its effect on the entire surge of beasts was minimal.
It was better to maximize the effect of the recovery panel, as this would have the greatest impact on the battle situation.
Having traveled for a while, Chu Zheng suddenly felt a peculiar sensation.
In the Cangyun Realm far away, his original body experienced a slight change.
After carefully feeling it for a while, Chu Zheng's expression subtly changed.
Just now, his original body had, through the vast starry sea, sensed the existence of the Dongyuan Realm.
The dium wasn't his current incarnation but ca from his first Golden Body that had recently ford and received incense.
In that brief mont, incense fire willpower had already begun to form inside the camp.
Like those Golden Body Statues in the Divine Court, once this Golden Body in the Dongyuan Realm accumulates enough incense fire willpower, it could awaken spiritually.
Then, even if this incarnation of Chu Zheng perishes for so reason, his original body would still be able to project magic and perform divine acts across realms through this Golden Body. Continue your journey with empire
Moreover, once his cultivation was high enough, he would be able to directly traverse the cosmos with a single thought, opening a passage between the two realms and arriving in the Dongyuan Realm in an instant.
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