Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 272 - 143: Final Blow! Out With the Old, In With the New!

Fan Wubing suddenly knew what to do.

He raised the Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hammer with both hands and leaped up.

He was only at the Peak of Nascent Soul, so he couldn't fly in the air.

But he knew the Dragon Walk.

If he couldn't fly, could he not jump?

Once,

Twice,

Three times...

He jumped higher and higher.

On the ground, the three were utterly shocked.

"What... exactly is he trying to do?" Ye Yixian asked.

Ji Wenrui was also at a loss. He had weathered countless storms, yet he had never witnessed such a scene.

He was bewildered, "Could he be trying to deliver the Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hammer to Chengming? But Chengming's Martial God's body is shattered, getting the hammer would be useless, moreover, the Holy Emperor is still there."

Ye Yixian suddenly trembled in his heart, and he thought of a person... When thinking of that person, he felt that this matter might not be as crazy after all.

Because that's exactly how that person was!

Always achieving the impossible in ways no one could imagine.

Is it him?

Is it him?

Ye Yixian clung to this as if grasping at a life-saving straw, desperately asking himself in his heart. He knew asking himself was useless because his heart would only draw the desired answer.

Yet he couldn't help but do so. Because the thought of that person... That person seemed to become the only hope.

Ye Yixian was so stirred that he breathed heavily, becoming dizzy, his figure swaying.

Ji Wenrui quickly asked, "Crown Prince, how are you?"

"No... nothing. Just a bit excited."

"Excited?"

"I... thought of an old friend."

Ji Wenrui looked at Ye Yixian in confusion.

Ye Yixian looked up, gazing at the sky.

Fan Wubing had vanished from their line of sight. In the air, where he passed, lingered shadows of great dragons.

Using the Dragon Walk, Fan Wubing stepped with his left foot on his right, soaring to the cloud's edge.

The consumption of cultivation and body strength was negligible to him. The only strain was on the divine soul; continuous use of Dragon Walk exerted tremendous pressure on it. But because of the "Rain Dragon Celestial River Echoes" resonating in his mind, it wasn't as difficult to bear as before. If it were earlier, let alone reaching the cloud's edge with Dragon Walk, he would've probably fainted mid-air.

Chengming, whose heart had already died, felt the Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hammer drawing nearer and nearer, bewildered by this sensation. Looking towards it, he saw a black dot approaching relentlessly, gradually forming into a human shape.

"That's, Fan Wubing, that kid!" Chengming was shocked in his heart, and seeing him carrying his Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hammer, the shock turned to astonishment, leaving him agape, eyes widened, unable to utter a word.

Ye Chuxuan's avatar sensed his strangeness, followed his gaze, and upon seeing Fan Wubing, instantly froze, "This..."

Fan Wubing soon reached their height. But he didn't stop; it was as if he was the only one in this world, continuing to ascend, seeking a height unattainable any longer.

Ye Chuxuan was stunned by this scene. It somewhat exceeded his expectations and cognitive range. In his understanding, the Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hammer was Chengming's lifeblood, usable only by Chengming, even he couldn't wield it.

Yet now, at this moment, it was being carried away by an unknown person, just like that, come and go?

"What... is he trying to do?" Ye Chuxuan spoke with an unsettled tone.

Chengming didn't have an answer either. But he thought of a possibility, and in an instant was shocked and confused by it, feeling it somewhat absurd.

"I don't know."

Ye Chuxuan didn't know what Fan Wubing was up to, but intuition told him to stop it. Just as he was about to act, he was suddenly engulfed by a powerful divine soul.

"Li Ming, what are you trying to do!" Ye Chuxuan's mindset began to waver, his tone becoming agitated.

Chengming breathed heavily, "I couldn't protect Nian Shu, couldn't protect Ying'Er, couldn't protect the Imperial Dynasty's path of three hundred years ago. But at this moment, I must protect him."

"Your Martial God's body is already shattered, and you still think you can stop me!" Ye Chuxuan roared in anger.

Chengming's brows slightly raised, his expression light, "But I still have my divine soul. Ye Chuxuan, your avatar, whatever part stronger than the present me, but I don't believe even your divine soul surpasses mine!"

Ye Chuxuan's heartstrings twitched.

Avatar, an avatar is just "body". An avatar lacks a divine soul, it is in fact controlled by the main body's divine soul.

"Li Ming, Li Ming!" Ye Chuxuan's voice turned deep and somber.

Chengming clashed his fists together, "Come on, Ye Chuxuan, let's have a long-awaited divine soul confrontation!"

The Purple Mansion between his brows surged vehemently, the long-accumulated dust on his divine soul shedding like a peeling shell.

"How can your frail body possibly withstand the divine soul of the Integration Realm!"

"This mere body, it matters little!" Chengming's divine soul, like a monstrous wave, engulfed Ye Chuxuan.

At a higher altitude,

Fan Wubing had reached his limit, his Dragon Walk unable to push him any higher, the immense gravity dragging him down towards the earth.

He looked up, seeing a crescent moon hanging high.

For the first time at such a height, witnessing the moon from this angle.

He couldn't help but smile, "It's as if I'm bearing the sky on my head."

The Milky Way hangs high, the stars and moon dance wildly.

"Tongue's Desire" reached its peak of excitement.

[The "Tongue's Desire" stirred intensely]

It had been a long time since the term "Tongue's Desire stirred" appeared. Perhaps it was out of eating various airs, nothing could pique the interest of the "Tongue's Desire", and now, at this height, a new form of nourishment excited the "Tongue's Desire".