The Infinite represents the ultimate of Dao, the origin of all and the destination of all things.

Ye Qingzhou's mental imagery is currently experiencing the state of 'Returning to the Infinite', already exhibiting some characteristics of being without beginning or end, unobservable.

Even the Net of All Causes cannot break through this barrier, leaving Gu Minghui and the Cyan Dragon Divine General helpless.

"Ye Qingzhou, are you okay?"

Xu Yunxi looked at Ye Qingzhou wearing a hospital gown, lying on the hospital bed, the word 'anxious' almost written directly across her flawless face.

"Cough, cough~"

Gu Minghui, wearing a white coat, walked behind Xu Yunxi, first greeted Ye Qingzhou, then with an excuse of conducting a physical examination, invited Xu Yunxi out to the corridor.

"Ye Qingzhou, I'm here to further check the condition inside your body."

"Hmm."

Ye Qingzhou responded, closing his eyes against the pillow, his ears slightly twitching as the sound from outside the corridor transmitted into them through subtle vibrations.

"Dr. Gu, how is Ye Qingzhou's condition?"

"Terrible... "

"Ah? Is he injured? Can it be treated?"

"I guess it will be difficult, both the Cyan Dragon and I have used Great Derivation Divine Calculation to deduce for him, but all to no avail. Based on the deductions, it should be that in the battle with the Plague Knight, he suffered a severe damage from Divine Power, with his source struck at the rule level. The levels of his spirit, Qi, and life are constantly diminishing, such injuries are basically equivalent to a terminal illness."

"How could it be?"

"Don't worry, he is a meritorious individual, even if there's only a one in a million chance, we will do our utmost to save him."

Ye Qingzhou felt speechless, were they regarding him as a terminal patient?

However, on second thoughts, Ye Qingzhou felt that if this news were to spread, it might not be a bad thing.

The Seven Saints Godslaying War this time would surely shock the entire Blue Star, and before his Infinite Heart Image successfully 'Returned to the Infinite', his cultivation and realm would continually regress, his strength plummeting.

To avoid becoming the target of many, just as well to use the news of his injury for a strategic retreat into obscurity.

Otherwise, if the truth were to reach the enemies outside, wouldn't they initiate frenzied assassinations, taking advantage of his illness to attempt his life?

After weighing the options, Ye Qingzhou decided to feign illness.

A moment later, the door to the ward opened.

Xu Yunxi walked in again.

Gu Minghui found an excuse to leave temporarily: "You can chat first, I'll go discuss the treatment plan with Cyan Dragon."

Seeing Xu Yunxi's eyes red with tears, Ye Qingzhou couldn't help but ask, "Are you crying so sadly because I've got a terminal illness and haven't long to live?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Xu Yunxi scolded with a stern face: "Don't think too much right now, focus on healing. Dr. Gu has already promised me that you will surely get better."

"Alright, I believe you."

Ye Qingzhou knew it was a kind lie and couldn't be bothered to expose it.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Ye Qingzhou's cultivation had already fallen from the Grandmaster realm to the Master realm, and the three attributes of life energy level, primordial qi energy level, and spiritual level were plummeting swiftly, as if a punctured balloon deflating rapidly.

Facing no other choice, Gu Minghui and the Cyan Dragon Divine General had to urgently escort Ye Qingzhou back to the country to receive treatment at the Imperial, where the best medical facilities were arranged and several expert consultations were conducted.

But it was still to no avail, Ye Qingzhou's realm and cultivation continued to decline, already dropping to the Professional Ninth Rank.

Even Ye Qingzhou's muscles, bones, and skin were regressing. For an ordinary martial artist, this would be equivalent to completely undoing their progress, all the hard work in vain.

In the ward, Xu Yuebing was peeling an apple for Ye Qingzhou and after cutting it into slices, she fed them to his mouth.

Seeing Ye Qingzhou's carefree demeanor, she couldn't help but feel distressed: "Ye Qingzhou, if you're keeping your emotions in, just cry."

"Why should I cry when I'm perfectly fine?"

Ye Qingzhou had been enjoying leisure these days, being waited on hand and foot, living comfortably, couldn't find reason to cry.

However, in Xu Yuebing's eyes, the sight was increasingly saddening: 'He used to be such a proud person, now he's like this, I better not provoke him.'

"Anyway, don't overthink."

Ye Qingzhou raised his eyebrows: "Why, if I lose my cultivation and can no longer be a martial artist, would you take care of me?"

"Of course I'll take care of you! It's not like I can't afford it!"

"I eat a lot."

"What else do you want to eat?"

"Oranges."

"Alright, stay here and don't move, I'll go buy some for you."

"??? "

Xu Yuebing got up and left the ward in a hurry.

Ye Qingzhou then lay down with a smile, adjusting to a comfortable position.

He closed his eyes, feeling the cultivation and realm within him which had regressed to the Professional Eighth Rank, even the Martial Bone reverting to its original state, in great spirits.

'I estimate there are nine days until I complete the first phase of 'Returning to the Infinite', thereafter I'll have complete freedom, my mental image forming, the world becoming fully accessible.'

Meanwhile, across the sea, in the land of Japan.

The river waters of Feiyi River gurgle, waves wash away the tears of heroes.

Heavenly Queen Hera and Earth Python Jormungandr gathered before the gates of Calamity God Palace.

"Come inside."

A seductive voice floated out from within the hall, and the two then stepped inside.

Inside the dark and gloomy hall, smoke rose in coils, lingering around the enormous statue.

A stunning witch knelt on a cushion before the altar, seemingly devoutly praying to the Eight-Headed Great Serpent she worshipped.

Beneath the wide white clothing and red skirt, her voluptuous figure stirred emotions, her oval face white as snow, without a speck of dust, exuding classical Eastern charm.

Such earthly beauty would awaken primal desires in any man who looked upon her.

"Yinji, you must be the first to receive the news of the Plague Knight's death, right?"

"So what? Should I be the first to mourn?"

Yinji turned around lazily, leaning against one of the heads of the Eight-Headed Great Serpent, her graceful posture fully displaying feminine allure and charm.

Heavenly Queen Hera felt extremely envious of Yinji's beauty, though this malice lay deeply buried in her heart, her words instead feigned goodwill: "The nascent Blood God might be very displeased."

"I am also displeased."

Yinji sneered: "Such a massive operation, yet I wasn't informed ahead of time, it shows Blood God doesn't regard us as part of the team."

Hera then cut to the chase with her intentions: "Blood God is Emperor Slayer's lifebound Divine Weapon, the Four Knights of the Apocalypse are all slaves and puppets of the Emperor Slayer, while we are not Emperor Slayer, nor can we become Emperor Slayer."

"Oh, I thought you couldn't see through it."

Yinji smiled sweetly, but the corners of her mouth held a mocking tone that made Hera's eyelids twitch, increasingly irritated.

"Among the Seven Phases, except for Heaven-Devouring, who wouldn't see through it? We are not fools, for Emperor Slayer to revive, the Seven Phases must reunite, meaning we must all die."

Hera said through clenched teeth, revealing her greatest secret.

The Heaven-Devouring Demon Monarch was driven by a greedy nature, hence desired to become the next Emperor Slayer, yet both Yinji and Hera knew she absolutely couldn't succeed.

When the origins of the Seven Phases reunite, it marks the day Emperor Slayer is resurrected.

Both Blood God and the Four Knights of the Apocalypse are remaining forces left by Emperor Slayer, designed to, if needed, jointly slay the Seven Phases, allowing Emperor Slayer to resurrect through tribulation.

"So Hera, what do you plan to do?"

Yinji discerned Hukra and Jormungandr's intentions to ally with her, knowing cooperation was possible for survival, yet required confirming the details: "Blood God can't be truly eliminated, no matter how many times killed, will always return as a Sword Spirit, becoming even stronger."

"I know, Emperor Slayer simultaneously wields the Power of Dao of Destruction and Creation, thus the more Blood God goes through the process of destruction and creation, the stronger they become. But we aren't without chances, you should know even within the Void Divine Dynasty, the Various Emperors aren't harmonious. Emperor Slayer is too imposing, the Emperor Monarchs within the dynasty don't actually wish for his revival."

"You're betting on the Void Divine Dynasty winning?"

Yinji's eyes glittered with concealed emotions, then she smiled alluringly: "Very well, then what's the first step?"

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