127: Chapter 127 Temporarily Avoiding the Edge

In the Myriad Insect Tomb, amidst the intricate rock crevices deep underground.

The green poisonous miasma was ruthlessly pushed aside.

Twelve battle-scarred Iron Corpse Puppets, like tireless ghost machines, paved the way ahead.

Gu Shen followed behind the Iron Corpse Puppets. He clenched his teeth tightly, and with every step he took, his legs trembled slightly.

Black blood continuously seeped from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and mouth, dripping onto the damp rock walls.

The cost of forcibly activating a Core Formation stage Talisman Treasure was even more terrifying than he had imagined. That vast Sword Intent scraped back and forth along the edge of his Sea of Consciousness, leaving behind dense cracks.

Pain.

A sharp pain, as if it were tearing his Soul apart alive, surged like a tide, wave after wave, assaulting his reason.

"My Lord! You cannot keep running!"

At Gu Shen's collar, that inconspicuous black iron button emitted an extremely urgent, faint vibration.

The Crab's monotonous electronic voice revealed unprecedented terror.

"Your heart rate has dropped to a dangerous threshold! Multiple internal organs have ruptured, causing heavy bleeding! Your central nervous System is suffering from devastating interference! If you do not take medical intervention, you will suffer brain death within the time it takes to burn one incense stick!"

Gu Shen's feet paused.

He leaned heavily against the cold rock wall, his body sliding down helplessly along the stone.

"Pfft!"

Another mouthful of black blood, mixed with fragments of internal organs, sprayed out.

His dark gold iron bones, comparable to a Tier 2 Yao Beast, could not stop the failure of his internal organs at this moment. The physical aftershocks of the Foundation Establishment Stage blood sea's crushing pressure, combined with the mental backlash from the Talisman Treasure, had already pushed him to the edge of the gates of hell.

Gu Shen lifted his right hand with extreme difficulty, his Divine Sense probing into his Storage Ring.

An exquisite glass syringe appeared in his palm.

Inside, it contained a viscous liquid emitting a faint blue halo. It was top-secret material from the Wasteland ruins' Medical Zone: T-3 Cell Repair Fluid.

In the Great Yu Cultivation World, if a Cultivator suffered such severe injuries, they would have to consume top-grade healing Medicinal Pills, supplemented by gentle wood-element magical power, and remain in seclusion for several months to recover.

But Gu Shen did not have time.

He had to restore his combat power immediately to deal with the crisis that could arrive at any moment.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Gu Shen gripped the glass syringe backhanded. Aiming at the vein in his left thigh, he stabbed it in fiercely.

Chih.

The thumb-thick syringe pierced through his skin and flesh with extreme brutality.

Gu Shen exerted force with his thumb, pushing the entire tube of faint blue liquid into his body without reservation.

"Mmph—!"

Gu Shen's body stiffened violently, his eyes instantly bulging, and the veins on his neck stood out like coiling dragons.

Domineering!

Extremely domineering!

The medical creation of Wasteland technology did not care at all for the Cultivation World's principles of gentle nourishment through the harmony of Yin and Yang. It was like an extremely violent, miniature construction crew that had rushed directly into Gu Shen's blood vessels.

Crackling!

A scalp-numbing sound like popping beans erupted from within his body.

The ruptured internal organs and torn muscle fibers, the moment they came into contact with the T-3 Repair Fluid, began to forcibly reorganize and stitch themselves together at a speed visible to the naked eye!

It was a terrifying physical sensation, an interweaving of intense itching and sharp pain, as if thousands of bloodthirsty ants were gnawing at his internal organs.

But this extremely brutal physical repair had an effect that could be called Heaven-Defying.

In just ten breaths.

Black blood no longer overflowed from Gu Shen's mouth and nose. The heavy, broken-bellows-like wheezing in his chest gradually became steady and powerful. Those capillaries shattered by the blood sea were completely reshaped by the faint blue medicinal power.

The fatal wounds to his Physical Body had miraculously healed by seventy percent in just half the time it takes to burn an incense stick!

"What a hellish Physique..."

Inside the black iron button at the collar, the Crab muttered to itself, "The reorganization process of the T-3 Repair Fluid is extremely painful; without high-strength anesthetics, an ordinary person would be pained to death. My Lord, your nerve resilience is simply not human."

Gu Shen ignored its snarky remark.

Although his Physical Body had stabilized, the cracks in his Sea of Consciousness still remained, as if countless fine needles were pricking his brain.

He casually crushed the empty glass syringe.

Following that, he once again took out two small porcelain bottles from his Storage Ring.

He poured out a drop of [soul nourishing dew] that emitted a faint blue luster, and a drop of [essence white dew (inferior)].

He swallowed them simultaneously.

The cool soul nourishing dew rushed straight to his brain. That stabbing pain in his Sea of Consciousness, which was enough to drive a person mad, was like a long-awaited sweet rain after a drought, quickly smoothed over by this pure Divine Soul spirit liquid.

The inferior white dew turned into pure spiritual power, filling his dried-up Dantian.

Gu Shen leaned against the rock wall and closed his eyes.

The [Longevity Art] and [Bone Refining Art] operated simultaneously.

Wood-element magical power nourished his internal organs, while his dark gold iron bones shook off the residual toxins.

A full hour passed.

Gu Shen slowly opened his eyes. The bloodshot traces in his eyes had faded, and he had regained that bottomless, extreme coldness.

Although the backlash to his Divine Sense could not be eradicated immediately, he could currently exert at most seventy percent of his peak power.

But, it was enough.

"Has Xu Yin followed us?"

Gu Shen stood up, stretched his neck, and a crisp sound of cracking bones rang out.

"No. That high-energy heat source with the severed arm did not pursue in the direction we fled."

The Crab's electronic voice revealed a hint of gravity, "Sonar radar shows he stayed in place for a very short time. Then, he changed direction and dashed toward that super heat source area in the deepest part of the Myriad Insect Tomb."

Hearing this, Gu Shen pulled his lips into an extremely tragic yet cold smile.

"As expected."

"He is more anxious than I am."

Gu Shen's eyes were deep.

Xu Yin had had an arm severed by the Core Formation Sword Intent, his chest was heavily injured, and his Foundation Establishment Stage Foundation was damaged. If he were an ordinary Cultivator, he would surely find a place to hide and heal his wounds right now.

But Xu Yin did not. He continued to go deeper like a mad dog.

Why?

Because he was extremely desperate for the blood marrow lotus. It was a supreme Foundation Establishment Spirit Medicine that could bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh on bones. As long as he obtained the blood marrow lotus, he could not only regrow his severed arm but also turn misfortune into a blessing.

"What a pity. He miscalculated one most fatal thing."

A trace of mockery flashed in Gu Shen's eyes.

"He thinks he is hunting down a Qi Refining Stage ant holding a precious treasure."

"But he has no idea that Wei Lingfeng already refined that blood marrow lotus outside of Baiyin Mountain."

This was a fatal information gap.

Wei Lingfeng was now a genuine Foundation Establishment great Cultivator! And he was a Sword Cultivator from the Qianji Pavilion who excelled in killing and was extremely patient!

Xu Yin, this heavily injured and bloodied wolf, was colliding head-on with Wei Lingfeng, this tiger playing the pig to eat the tiger.

It was bound to be an extremely tragic battle.

"Besides those two, is there any other movement in the core area?" Gu Shen asked.

"My Lord, this is exactly what I was about to report."

The iron button vibrated slightly, and the Crab's voice was extremely low, "The geological energy in the core area has completely gone out of control. An extremely huge, low-body-temperature unknown life form has awakened there. Its Spiritual Pressure level... is higher than those two humans combined!"

Gu Shen's eyes turned cold.

Huge, low temperature, far exceeding the Foundation Establishment Early Stage.

"The Myriad Insect Tomb. Since it is a place for raising Gu, what lies dormant in the deepest part underground must be the Gu King that survived to the end and devoured the Origin of ten thousand insects."

Gu Shen reached out and gripped the thunder pattern gold-slaying blade at his waist.

The thunder light on the blade was suppressed by him, leaving only a hint of dark purple sharpness.

"When two tigers fight, one is bound to be injured. Now, it is a three-way melee."

Gu Shen waved his large sleeve.

The twelve Iron Corpse Puppets beside him, which had barely had their broken bones reconnected but had lost much of their combat power, turned into streaks of green light and were all stored away into a corner of his Storage Ring.

The road ahead required him to conceal his tracks.

Carrying this group of big guys would only expose his whereabouts.

"The game in this Myriad Insect Tomb is not over yet."

Dark light flowed over the shadow shoes on Gu Shen's feet.

There was no magical power shield on his body surface. Thousand Faces completely locked his pores, and his Qi and blood fluctuations were suppressed to the extreme.

He was like a shadow merging into the darkness, sticking to the intricate rock crevices, silently sneaking toward the most core, most violent seismic source area of the Myriad Insect Tomb.

The identities of prey and hunter, at this moment, seemed to have reversed.

Amidst that extremely violent Foundation Establishment Stage Spiritual Pressure collision.

No one would notice that a Qi Refining Level 7 Loose Cultivator, who had just escaped with his life, did not choose to tuck his tail and run.

Instead, holding a cold blade, he returned to this Shura field.

To be that, most fatal oriole.