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Chapter 734: 459: The Ancestral Worship Ceremony Concludes Completely!_3

Chapter 734: Chapter 459: The Ancestral Worship Ceremony Concludes Completely!_3

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Moluo had no clarity or interest regarding anything that followed; all he wanted now was to keep his distance from the Capital since Chen Yuan’s physical body was close to giving way.

His Primordial Spirit had also reached its limit!

A great battle had already exhausted all of Moluo’s strength. Resorting to other methods to kill that member of the Royal Family was a desperate move.

Afterwards, employing the terrifying technique “Mahamudra” even resulted in severe recoil for him.

After all, everything is proportional.

The stronger the power, the greater the strength needed to bear it. This was a Divine Skill he created during his time in the Six Realms, and although now he only had a fraction of that power,

the burden was still unbearable under the exhausting conditions.

Yet, he could not do otherwise because he was already at his limit. If he were to engage in another battle with Gu Tianqiong, the Great Governor of the Heavenly Patrol Bureau,

he would reveal his true strength in no time, within thirty breaths.

Within fifty breaths, he might completely perish in the Imperial City!

And upon his death, not a single person from the Taoist Divine Palace would survive.

Carrying the Daoists of the Taoist Divine Palace, ‘Chen Yuan’ led them out of the Divine Capital City and headed south. About half an hour later, they could no longer endure.

He spewed a mouthful of bright red blood, his figure unsteady.

Su Ziyue was the first to step forward and grab ‘Chen Yuan’s’ shoulder. Chu Changfeng and the others also employed techniques to slowly descend from the void. Relatively speaking, they still retained some strength.

They landed on a mountain peak. Braving her injuries, Li Su quickly inscribed a concealing formation nearby, and only then… did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Chen Yuan’s swollen body began to shrink, returning to its former appearance in just a short moment.

The crowd did not dare to disturb him, only watched attentively.

Moluo’s Primordial Spirit detached from Chen Yuan’s body; compared to what he had looked like in the Dragon Vein, Moluo’s figure was now even more ethereal, as if a gentle breeze could blow him away.

“Honored to meet you, Senior Moluo.”

“Honored to meet you, Senior Moluo.”

“Honored to meet you, Senior Moluo.”

The several Daoists from the Taoist Divine Palace immediately clasped their fists and bowed, their eyes sparkling with excitement.

No matter what, none of these Daoists had perished and they had rescued Senior Moluo; this operation was considered a success.

“Amitabha, thank you, Daoists, for saving me.”

Moluo said solemnly with his palms pressed together.

He had returned to the form Chen Yuan had first seen: a white monk’s robe, a face showing signs of vicissitude, and a body exuding an aura of compassion, as if harboring the world’s benevolence.

“As long as it could save Senior Moluo, any sacrifice is worth it,” Chu Changfeng said.

“Exactly.”

“Senior Moluo owes me a rebirth. Sacrificing my old life is nothing,” Yang Huatian said with a grin.

Moluo smiled faintly, his gaze then turned to Chen Yuan who was sitting cross-legged on the ground. He flicked his finger, and a faint gleam of Spirit Light merged into his body, instantly realigning Chen Yuan’s consciousness.

But what followed was bone-deep pain.

Pain that pierced his heart!

The pain was like having all his meridians severed and his bones crushed, causing his masked face to involuntarily twist in agony — this was almost the most painful experience he had ever endured.

And the pain wasn’t just physical, but multifaceted.

“Daoist Changqing,” Moluo softly called.

Li Su nodded, reached out and removed the mask from Chen Yuan’s face, revealing an extremely pale countenance, his aura had declined to rock bottom.

His condition was worse than anyone else present!

Su Ziyue pursed her lips, her eyes filled with worry.

She had thought Chen Yuan would not join the battle, but in the end, he and Senior Moluo had saved them. Without their last-minute aid, they would have all perished within the Imperial City today.

The other Daoists shared this perspective.

This time, thanks to Chen Yuan,

they owed their lives.

This grace was beyond words.

Li Su placed her hand on Chen Yuan’s wrist, a strand of Primordial Energy penetrating his body. After a moment, she withdrew her fingers, and with a flash of light,

a green Spirit Pill appeared in her hand, then held it in front of Chen Yuan.

“Open your mouth, hold onto this.”

Chen Yuan opened his mouth and swallowed the Spirit Pill, immediately feeling a surge of abundant Spiritual Power reinfusing the depths of his meridians and bones, gently mending them.

It was like a parched, dying farmland welcoming a life-saving shower of rain.

“Fortunately, Chen Yuan’s meridians and bones are not shattered, just overstretched by powerful forces. A few months of recovery, given his healing capabilities, should pose no significant trouble.”

“And it did not harm the core, otherwise…”

Li Su stood up with a solemn expression.

Hearing that Chen Yuan was unharmed, everyone present simultaneously relaxed. If saving them had caused severe damage to Chen Yuan’s foundation,

that would not have been what they wished to see.

Su Ziyue took a deep breath, seemingly hesitant about something, but soon made up her mind and took out a bottle of mysterious green Holy Water from the Heavenly Book, slowly pouring it on Chen Yuan’s body.

And she said:

“You owe me another favor.”

“Heavenly Green Holy Water!”

Li Su was somewhat astonished seeing the substance in Su Ziyue’s hands.

This was a healing marvel; even using such precious Holy Water on Chen Yuan’s type of injury was a waste, but observing Su Ziyue’s expression, she decided not to say more.

The green Holy Water blended into the body, the visible wounds closing rapidly at a visible rate, and a new vitality ascended from Chen Yuan’s form.

In combination with Li Su’s Spirit Pill, Chen Yuan’s injuries were healing rapidly.

After a while, he took a long breath and opened his eyes to look at Su Ziyue, smiling:

“The same words as before: ask, and you shall receive.”

Su Ziyue’s Heavenly Green Holy Water had significantly accelerated his recovery time. Although not immediately, he estimated that in just about a month, the injuries from this battle would be mostly healed.

Most importantly, his fundamental origin would not suffer any damage; rather, it would grow considerably, making the assistance unquantifiably significant.