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Chapter 590 - 382: The Krypton Crystal Cultivation Era

Chapter 590: Chapter 382: The Krypton Crystal Cultivation Era

At the perimeter of the island, black-grey waves surged and crashed against the smooth rock walls, spurting up dozens of meters high with a bang.

Several figures descended from the sky, the rings on their fingers emanating a faint glow which caused the surrounding hundreds of meters of grey fog to dissipate like melting spring snow.

"We’ve survived!"

The figure in a dark green cloak spoke.

His hood was already torn, revealing hair as messy and tangled as seaweed under the light. His cloak was mere tattered fabric, and the battle armor beneath it was marred with scars and soaked with blood in several places where it had been pierced through.

It would be difficult for anyone who saw him in this state to imagine that he was a noble and exalted myth.

The Island Master did not care. Compared to the act of living, the image of a myth meant little. Besides, the other myths present were just as ragged, having all narrowly escaped death. To have survived was fortunate enough.

"No enemies followed us, right?"

He was as skittish as a startled bird, constantly scanning his surroundings and watching the distant surging tides with vigilance, fearing the grey fog concealed a host of enemies.

The most experienced among them, Haoran Sword Saint, shook his head and said, "We should be safe now. We have left the Filthy Sea. Without the environmental disadvantage, whether we want to fight or flee, it’s much easier."

"It’s just, I wonder how the other myths are doing."

Recalling their recent ordeal left the myths present shuddering. They had indeed nearly failed to return.

No, there were myths who had already perished at the bottom of the deep sea.

If not for...

"Should we try to meet up with the other teams now or...?"

"We should try to meet up, but where? That Oasis is probably not safe anymore."

The Oasis, the meeting place for the myths, had been left with only some mundane Awakeners after they had departed.

Though not weak in power, they stood little chance of resisting myths. By now, these subordinates might have received the message and scattered into the fog or possibly been wiped out by the Evil God’s forces.

An elder myth from the Chen family spoke up, "I’ll try to contact the myths of the Ancient Moon Dynasty. You all should rest and heal your wounds for now. In case there’s more fighting later, we’ll need the strength to fight."

His gaze landed on Xing Jing Lei. Apart from the obvious reasons, Xing Jing Lei seemed to be the most pitiful-looking and grievously injured among them.

Er... perhaps?

This Split Fist Martial Saint looked even more miserable than the Island Master, but recalling the battle and the retreat, the Martial Saint had been full of vigor and showed no sign of weakness. The aging Sword Saint was no longer so certain.

And what about the other two young myths... Did they all come out of the Blazefire Commerce Guild as freaks?

Muttering to himself, he took out an item from his Strange Implement and started tinkering with it, attempting to contact home or the Palace Mistress, or the Elder of Nanli.

...

...

At the same time, Fang You—the Instructor—had just left the depths of the sea and returned to his own base. In the blink of an eye, the dark and filthy currents were replaced by the bright and splendid living quarters of the Angel Envoy.

The pristine white ceiling, the simple yet elegant crystal lamp, and on the side, a potted plant with a few special specimens.

This plant was only the size of a palm, with few tender leaves growing from the main root, crystal-clear like the leaves themselves, with distinct and visible veins. From these few plants emanated a gentle, unique fragrance. It was refreshing and invigorating, gradually dispelling the fatigue accumulated in the body and spirit.

It was an epic plant known as Heart-Awakening Grass.

It could be used as the main ingredient in top-tier potions or kept as a potted plant, continuously releasing its effects, offering benefits like enhancement, tranquility, concentration, and more.

It was a reward from one of his draws that, with Liu Chang’s cultivation, was no longer a mere few plants. Fang You had placed several pots in both his home and office, ensuring he wouldn’t feel drowsy, distracted, or inefficient while handling official business.

Upon returning to the Angel Envoy’s living quarters, Fang You released the possession state of Xiao Huan. The figure in a white robe, swirling with faint golden light, burst like a bubble, disintegrating into twinkling lights and vanishing.

Not far away, a person with an identical appearance but without the gold luminescence and dressed in casual home clothing, opened his eyes, revealing...

A look of exhaustion!

Tired! Extremely tired! So tired that even the Heart-Awakening Grass seemed ineffective!

With a sweep of his mind, he found that the sea of his life energy was nearly depleted, and his body ached as if it was cracking in places.

That was a slight side effect of using the Tree of Life beyond its limits!

Even though he hadn’t used his own body previously, because of the special nature of Xiao Huan, he was still expending his life energy. The burden beyond limits had a direct effect on him through some unfathomable connection. Strangely, when in possession of Xiao Huan, he was supposed to be unable to be injured.

At the moment, the aches felt throughout his body were indeed not injuries, just the fatigue of overexertion.

Fang You immediately drank two cans of Life Water to settle his nerves and made use of the level 5 Angel Envoy’s living quarters’ buff to swiftly recover his condition.

Soon he breathed easier; his back no longer ached, and his legs weren’t as numb. Sitting on the sofa and reflecting for a moment, he teleported to a training room that he used as a ’valuable items storage,’ a place not open to the public with invisible doors.