219: Chapter 219 One Month

An indescribable sense of heaviness, like an invisible mountain, pressed down heavily on Chen Moxuan's heart, making every step he took feel as if he were carrying a crushing burden.

In a daze, he felt as if he were in a deep, narrow passage, swallowed by endless blood-red colors.

On both sides of the passage, mountains of corpses and blood-stained bones were piled up.

Severed limbs were scattered everywhere, emitting a nauseating, putrid stench that made one's skin crawl.

Chen Moxuan couldn't help but step forward, continuing to walk ahead.

Time seemed to lose its meaning in this blood-red expanse; he didn't know how long he had been walking.

This road was like a treacherous maze; every time he walked for a while, he would encounter intricate forks.

At first, he kept weighing things in his mind, analyzing which fork to take based on the various factors around him.

Gradually, he realized that no matter how he walked, he would never reach the end.

No matter which one he chose, it seemed that he would inexplicably end up merging back with the main road in the end.

It was as if an invisible hand was manipulating everything from the shadows, preventing him from ever escaping this predetermined path.

The longer he walked, the more familiar the surrounding scenery became, as if he had experienced all of this countless times before.

Finally, he stopped and began to observe carefully.

His gaze fell upon a corpse beside him, specifically a sword stuck in that corpse.

Chen Moxuan suddenly realized that the path he was walking was a loop connected from front to back; every time he completed a lap, he would return to the starting point.

However, it seemed he had no choice but to continue walking forward.

And if he were to stop here, something in his heart seemed as though it would disappear.

Thus, Chen Moxuan took a deep breath and pulled out the sword stuck in the corpse.

Gripping it in his hand, the cold sensation traveled from his fingertips throughout his entire body, making him slightly more clear-headed.

He took another step, resolutely continuing to move forward along this endless path.

This time, he completely abandoned his previous caution and contemplation, no longer agonizing over which fork to take.

He simply relied on his intuition, on that faint inclination in his heart, and kept accelerating forward.

After an unknown amount of time, the scenery before Chen Moxuan changed abruptly.

He arrived in a place of absolute darkness, devoid of any light source.

The darkness was as thick as substance; one couldn't even see their own hand in front of them.

Chen Moxuan searched everywhere in this maze-like darkness; his steps were urgent and frantic, his hands constantly groping in the dark, leaving no corner unsearched.

Just then, two dazzling light sources appeared without warning, illuminating the surroundings.

Under the radiance, Chen Moxuan discovered that there was a throne that seemed to be crafted from pitch-black material.

Surrounding the throne was a circle of ancient and mysterious lamp stands, arranged neatly like loyal guards protecting the throne.

Counting carefully, there were twelve lamp stands in total, and the two light sources illuminating this space at the moment came from two of them.

Chen Moxuan's heart stirred; he walked over and slowly reached out his hand, taking down these two lamps from the stands.

He went around to the front of the throne, attempting to observe the full appearance of this throne carefully.

He saw that someone seemed to be sitting there, their entire body tightly wrapped in thick iron chains that intertwined and rattled with a dull sound.

The person's face was completely obscured by darkness and the chains, making it impossible to see their features.

Inexplicably, an uncontrollable impulse surged in Chen Moxuan's heart; he wanted to get closer to investigate.

As he approached, a dark golden pupil suddenly darted out from the pitch-black darkness surrounded by chains, locking eyes with Chen Moxuan.

The next moment, a sensation of the world spinning hit him, as if the entire world had been overturned in an instant.

When Chen Moxuan regained consciousness, he found that his surroundings had plunged back into darkness, and endless pressure surged from all around like a tide, leaving him almost unable to breathe.

He discovered in horror that he had actually become the person bound by the iron chains!

Chen Moxuan instantly erupted with all his strength, wanting to break free from the chains.

Under his violent tugging, the chains emitted a clattering sound, but they only wrapped more tightly around his body instead.

But in the process, he keenly noticed that the chains in two specific directions did not tighten further like the others when he exerted force, and their texture seemed more fragile.

These two directions seemed to be exactly where those two lamp stands were located.

Chen Moxuan quickly adjusted his point of exertion, channeling all his strength like a tide toward those two directions.

"Break for me!"

The voice came out of Chen Moxuan's mouth involuntarily.

In this long period of repression, he had long grown accustomed to silence, having lost the ability to speak.

At this moment, it was as if he had reclaimed that unyielding ferocity from the past; he wanted to unleash everything that had been suppressed in his heart for so long through this single sentence.

Accompanied by a crisp sound of chains breaking, Chen Moxuan suddenly thrust a hand out from the heavy restraints.

At the same time, the darkness receded rapidly from his side like a receding tide.

His consciousness was pulled back rapidly by an invisible hand, the scene before his eyes gradually became clear, and the world regained its light.

An unfamiliar ceiling, the air filled with the smell of disinfectant.

"Hah, hah..."

Chen Moxuan couldn't help but pant heavily; his heartbeat was unusually heavy, and his consciousness returned to his body bit by bit, like a slowly opening gate.

He slowly examined himself and his surroundings.

At this moment, he was wrapped in bandages, and on the parts of his skin exposed to the air, electrode pads from an ECG monitor were attached.

He only had his left hand remaining, which bore the marks of stitches, while his right hand was just an empty void.

Perhaps because of that bizarre dream just now, his body still maintained a tense posture, with his left hand reaching forward uncontrollably.

Fortunately, there was no one in front of him this time, so he wouldn't cause a misunderstanding like last time, where he unwittingly provoked a certain vampire and ended up in a life-or-death struggle.

"Where is this?"

Although he could roughly judge from the environment that this seemed to be a hospital, Chen Moxuan did not know why he had come here.

Chen Moxuan felt his head was very heavy.

His consciousness had cut off the moment he successfully defeated Aaron.

As for what happened afterward, his memory was a complete blank.

In the previous battle, his left hand had been severed by Aaron; he supposed that because the cross-section was clean, it had been stitched back on after he was sent to the hospital.

As for his right hand, it had shattered explosively because it couldn't withstand the force of his full-strength strike.

Regarding the injury to his right hand, the hospital also appeared helpless; in this world, without relying on Special Ability or other extraordinary powers, it was almost impossible to fully recover with current medical technology.

For a Martial Artist, relying on the Physical Body's self-healing ability to regenerate a severed limb without relying on a special Cultivation Technique was also very difficult.

Of course, Chen Moxuan's "Immortal Heaven-Devouring Art" naturally belonged to the category of such special Cultivation Techniques, and after his True Qi transformed into the Power of Heaven and Earth, the effect became even more formidable.

Now that his consciousness had returned, he only needed to activate his Cultivation Technique to quickly heal his injuries.

As Chen Moxuan shifted his focus, a green light covered his body, and new flesh began to grow at the empty space where his right hand should have been, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, a right arm, as good as new, reappeared.

Chen Moxuan adapted to the regrown right hand for a moment, pulled off the electrode pads attached to his body and the IV line inserted into his left hand, and stepped off the bed.

Just then, he bumped into a nurse walking into the room.

"Eh, you're finally awake!?"

The nurse saw Chen Moxuan standing by the bed at a glance, her face full of surprise, and she couldn't help but shout toward the outside of the room,

"The patient in Room 802 who has been in a coma for a month is awake!"

However, just after she turned her head to finish shouting in excitement, she seemed to vaguely sense that something was wrong.

The nurse looked back abruptly and immediately widened her eyes, staring fixedly at Chen Moxuan's intact right arm.

If the patient, who was previously thought to be in a vegetative state, suddenly waking up could be categorized as a pleasant surprise, then this was now a shock.