Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 990 - 988: Zi Ling Sun Rising (2 more)

"Yun Yan, let it go! Otherwise, it’ll be incredibly painful!" Lan Hong Zhuang softly said, "That day, Su Chen’s body wasn’t found—because under Su Chen’s self-detonation, not even his corpse remained. The blood mist pervading the air was Su Chen’s."

Song Yunyan fell silent, tears streaming uncontrollably.

Beside her, Heyue Nishang didn’t cry, but her delicate fists were clenched tightly. No one could guess what she was thinking.

Time drifted by.

A thousand martial cultivators hardly knew what rest was, tirelessly laboring away.

Earth, rocks, and so forth were continuously excavated and transported up from an enormous pit.

Within one day, they had already dug three thousand meters.

The speed truly was astonishing.

However, this was only the first day; during the initial excavation stage, it was simpler to transport the unearthed soil above, enabling faster digging speeds.

Next, as they continued to delve deeper, the pace would undoubtedly slow down.

Still, at full effort, ten days should suffice.

Suspended in the air, the Blood God Robe sat cross-legged, its bearer squinting as he pondered matters.

To him, the progress was still too slow.

But he could tell the thousand or so martial cultivators were doing their utmost, so he refrained from commenting.

Truth be told, he could choose not to dig at all and directly descend ten kilometers underground himself to enter the Divine Demon Emperor Tomb.

That would surely be faster.

Unfortunately, he was not Su Chen.

Though the Blood God Robe possessed immense strength, in terms of physical endurance, it definitely paled in comparison to Su Chen.

The pressure of being ten kilometers underground would inflict considerable injury even to Su Chen, let alone the Blood God Robe’s bearer.

More importantly, if crushed by the underground pressure, Su Chen’s terrifying undying and indestructible regenerative ability would instantly heal his injuries—but the Blood God Robe lacked such power.

The Blood God Robe dared not risk entering the Divine Demon Emperor Tomb while heavily injured; the dangers within were entirely unknown.

Thus, excavation was his only option.

Even if he was impatient, he had no choice but to wait.

"You can’t rush perfection; patience is key." Taking a deep breath, he chuckled lightly, "The Divine Demon Emperor Tomb! I believe you will give me an extraordinary, unparalleled surprise!"

The Blood God Robe couldn’t suppress his excitement, dreaming of the possibilities...

Dreaming of obtaining the legacy, acquiring treasures belonging to the Divine Demon Emperor, and more.

The more he envisioned it, the more his blood boiled with excitement, to the point that he could hardly contain himself.

Suddenly, he emerged from his hovering position in the air, shouting, "Accelerate for me! Quickly! I demand speed! I observe everything from above—anyone who dares slack off will die by my hand!"

At this moment.

Within the Divine Demon Emperor Tomb.

Su Chen remained seated cross-legged like a living corpse.

Crimson divine light rippled around his entire being.

Occasional wisps of escaped aura hinted at the rising strength he was cultivating.

In life, the Divine Demon Emperor had been at least at the Eternal Dominion Realm level, a being of unparalleled power. In death, his essence blood had been bequeathed to Su Chen.

Imagine the magnitude of such a gift?

For Su Chen, there was hardly any effort required to cultivate and absorb it; the crimson essence blood seemed sentient, melding seamlessly into his body, merging with his flesh, bones, and organs.

"Jiuyou, the Divine Demon Emperor was unbelievably strong!" Su Chen couldn’t help but sigh, "It’s a pity I only obtained his essence blood and not his memories; otherwise, the benefits would have been immeasurable."

"Don’t be insatiable," Jiuyou snorted, "The Divine Demon Emperor’s essence blood alone is enough to amplify your strength tenfold. Once fully absorbed, even the Blood God Robe’s bearer will be nothing before you. This is already a heaven-defying reward. Moreover, you’ve obtained the complete Dark Oblivion technique!"

At the mention of Dark Oblivion, Su Chen’s core flame burned even fiercer.

The complete Dark Oblivion was exponentially more powerful than the incomplete version he had previously employed. Nevertheless, he hadn’t begun refining it yet; that milestone would come only after he finished absorbing all of the Divine Demon Emperor’s essence blood.

"I truly hope to absorb it all soon; I can hardly wait to confront the Blood God Robe again." Su Chen murmured quietly, his voice carrying icy malice.

"A gentleman takes ten years to exact revenge,"

"But I, Su Chen—one day is already too long!"

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Buddha Domain.

Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect.

Sect Master Hall.

At this moment.

The atmosphere was exceptionally tense.

Sheng Yingkun sat upon the sect master’s throne.

Beside him were two elders whose frailty bordered on decay—the two Supreme Elders of the Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect. Each had lived for over a million years, their forms steeped with death energy and the scars of time.

Their days were numbered, their lifespans nearing their final moments.

The two elders had secluded themselves in the sect’s back mountain for countless years, only emerging during existential crises.

Beyond the elders.

The twelve other elders of the Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect, Yun Xi, and Nalan Qingcheng were also present.

"The Purple Spirit Sun Rising has occurred thirteen times already," Sheng Yingkun said softly.

What is the Purple Spirit Sun Rising?

Literally, it refers to purple spiritual energy descending alongside the sunrise, saturating the Divine Martial Continent.

From the first time Sheng Yingkun witnessed it to today, in just a few months, it had occurred thirteen times.

The result? The spiritual energy density throughout the Buddha Domain—and even the Divine Martial Continent—had skyrocketed!

To an unimaginable degree. The atmospheric spiritual energy now neared liquid form, faintly tinged with purple.

One deep inhale replenished what would have taken a month’s cultivation before.

Over these past months, seasoned powerhouses across the Divine Martial Continent and Buddha Domain broke through realms like it was child’s play.

Sheng Yingkun himself had ascended to Ninth Realm Ancestral Saint; months ago, he had merely been at the Second Realm.

By comparison, his progress wasn’t even the most remarkable—many had advanced far more dramatically.

Take Nalan Qingcheng as an example; over mere months, her strength had reached Dominion Realm First to Second Level.

Though Nalan Qingcheng specialized in soul cultivation, the Purple Spirit Sun Rising didn’t only bathe the world in boundless spiritual energy—it also bestowed soul power and other advantages, making it a boon for soul cultivators as well.

Nalan Qingcheng had almost eclipsed all others in the Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect in terms of raw strength.

"Now, the entirety of the Buddha Domain—all martial cultivators—are in a state of extreme excitement!" Sheng Yingkun continued.

Initially, the Purple Spirit Sun Rising was understood as a harbinger of catastrophe—an omen foretelling the imminent arrival of the Extraterritorial Celestial Race.

At first, fear and dread permeated the Buddha Domain, gripping every martial cultivator with unease.

But as time stretched on, with months passing and no sign of the Extraterritorial Celestial Race, the atmosphere of terror transformed.

In its place surged exhilaration, a fervent excitement, even anticipation.

Many sects had originally sealed their mountain gates and activated their protective formations, yet over time, opened their gates once more—including the Supreme Heavenly Fire Sect.