pjbooks Chapter 358 Stealing All Things, This...This is the Origin of Life?
Chapter 358 Stealing All Things, This...This is the Origin of Life?
Chen Yifan lay on the scorching volcanic rock like a pile of crushed, rotten flesh, and could clearly smell the burnt smell of his own flesh being roasted.
Each faint breath caused the large hole in his chest to collapse.
He could "hear" that the shattered sternum inside was like countless blunt knives, scraping inch by inch against his already unrecognizable internal organs, making a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound.
Holy Lord.
The man used only one finger.
shame!
A sense of shame sharper and hotter than death, like molten iron, poured fiercely onto his soul.
But he had no time to be angry, much less the right to despair.
go!
We must leave here immediately!
This thought was the only obsession that kept his consciousness from collapsing.
For someone like the Holy Lord, crushing himself is easier than crushing an ant.
He didn't kill him, not out of mercy, but out of arrogance and manipulation, like a cat playing with a mouse.
Who knows if he might suddenly change his mind the next second?
Chen Yifan gritted his teeth, squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body, and mobilized his remaining mental energy to probe into Bai Xiang's storage ring.
A top-grade healing potion, emitting a soft green light, trembled as it flew out and hovered near his lips.
Like a dying beast, he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the bottle whole!
"Snap!"
The glass bottle shattered in my throat, and the cold liquid mixed with glass shards cut through my esophagus and slid into my stomach.
The next second, a massive surge of life energy, like a volcanic eruption, exploded within his body!
"Sizzle..."
White smoke rose from the surface of the body.
Driven by immense vitality, the broken bones crackled and popped as they were forcibly pieced together and healed. The internal organs, pulverized into a pulp, also wriggled and reformed like wildly growing vines.
The excruciating pain was replaced by a deeper, more unbearable tingling sensation.
not enough!
This level of recovery isn't even enough to make him stand up!
Despite the churning, tearing sensation inside his body, Chen Yifan once again channeled his mental energy.
Shadow Lurking!
His body silently blended into the shallow shadow on the ground.
A hundred meters away, his disheveled figure was suddenly flung out from another shadow, like a tattered bag of garbage, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.
Come again!
Void travel!
An extremely unstable spatial rift barely opened in front of him, and before he could even choose a direction, he plunged into it.
……
I don't know how long I tumbled in the endless darkness.
Dragging his nearly broken body, Chen Yifan alternated between his two movement abilities, fleeing like a lone wolf chased to the brink of death by a hunter.
He dared not stop.
The Holy Lord's handsome, otherworldly face, and his eyes that seemed to stare at lifeless things, were like a nightmare, deeply imprinted in his mind.
Finally, just before he was completely exhausted, his vision blurred, and he was about to faint, he crashed into an absolutely hidden hiding place.
It was an underground mine that had been abandoned for countless years, its entrance completely blocked by boulders and weathered skeletons.
Chen Yifan used the last of his strength to seal the hole again.
Darkness descended.
Inside the mine, it was pitch black, and only his own heavy, rumbling breaths echoed in the confined space.
It's safe now...
temporary.
He leaned against the cold stone wall, and the relief of surviving the ordeal lasted for less than three seconds before being replaced by an even deeper chill.
Although the deadly internal and external wounds are slowly healing under the effects of the superior medicine, the sense of weakness originating from the depths of the soul cannot be shaken off no matter what.
Chen Yifan closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into his sea of consciousness.
The golden pagoda he relied on for his livelihood was now dim in light, its majestic body covered with spiderweb-like cracks, as if it could collapse at any moment.
Beside the pagoda, a green crystal needle, thinner than a hair, was firmly rooted in the very essence of his soul, like a greedy parasite, emanating a chilling and eerie aura.
The "mark" left by the Holy Lord.
Chen Yifan's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.
This thing was a bomb buried in his soul.
The Holy Lord can use it to locate himself anytime, anywhere, and even... detonate it, turning his soul to ashes in an instant.
What should I do?
Forcibly removed?
He had just tried it; as soon as his mental energy got close, it was repelled by a higher-level force of rules, as ridiculous as trying to pry up a mountain with a toothpick.
Need help?
Wang Qingyun?
That old fox himself is very secretive about the Holy Church, so he's probably powerless to do anything about it.
Are we just supposed to live with this bomb in our heads, like dogs, waiting for the Holy Lord to come and take away his "work" when he's in a bad mood?
Do not!
no way!
Chen Yifan suddenly opened his eyes, which were completely bloodshot.
His dignity wouldn't allow him to live like a beast of burden, wagging his tail and begging for mercy!
Since conventional methods don't work... let's try unconventional ones!
Since all spiritual energy and all laws are rendered ineffective in the face of this crystal needle!
What if...
With a power that transcends all rules?
An extremely crazy idea exploded in his mind.
Use [Steal Everything] to steal from yourself!
The moment this thought crossed his mind, even Chen Yifan himself broke out in a cold sweat.
This is tantamount to using an invisible knife to cut one's own soul while still alive!
If you're not careful, damage to your soul is the least of your worries. The most serious consequence is the complete collapse of the very essence of your soul, turning you into a complete idiot!
The risk is too great.
but……
Once again, the image of the Holy Lord's nonchalant gaze and the scene of him being smashed into a pulp with a casual flick of his finger flashed through Chen Yifan's mind.
The feeling of being manipulated and having no right to resist was like ten thousand red-hot steel needles piercing his heart.
"Oh shit……"
Chen Yifan squeezed out two words through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper were being rubbed.
"Let's give it our all!"
Rather than living a miserable life with this thing on my head, I might as well take a gamble!
Even a dead horse can be tried as a last resort!
Without further hesitation, he pushed his newly recovered spiritual energy to its limit with unprecedented determination!
At this moment, consciousness was elevated infinitely, as if transforming into a deity high in the heavens, coldly looking down at the physical body that belonged to him, sitting cross-legged on the ground.
Then, that invisible "hand of cause and effect" pierced through flesh and blood, pierced through the barrier of consciousness, and boldly reached out towards the dim purple-gold pagoda, towards the green crystal needle rooted in the origin of the soul!
"Get out here!"
Chen Yifan roared silently in his heart.
hum!
An indescribable pain suddenly exploded from the deepest part of my soul!
The feeling was like someone was holding a rusty, dull knife and cutting away at the very essence of his soul!
Immediately following was an unimaginable emptiness.
It was as if a piece of my soul had been forcibly torn away, leaving a bloody, unhealable wound.
Chen Yifan groaned, his whole body went limp instantly, and his consciousness went blank for several seconds.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he recovered from the dizzying feeling of his soul being ripped out.
He struggled to open his eyes and spread out his palms.
A crystal needle, as thin as a hair and emitting a faint green light, lay quietly in his palm.
Successful.
He really... stole the bomb that was buried in his soul!
Chen Yifan collapsed onto the cold stone wall, panting heavily. The overwhelming joy of surviving the ordeal made him want to burst into laughter.
He gripped the crystal needle tightly, his eyes filled with barely suppressed madness.
Holy Lord, you wait!
I will remember this humiliation!
He had expected that holding this crystal needle, which represented tracking and destruction, would give him a cold, malicious aura.
What he didn't expect was that the moment his fingertips actually touched the crystal needle...
A warm current flowed from his fingertips into his body!
This...this is...
Chen Yifan froze.
This is neither a tracking mark nor a hidden bomb!
This is a pure, boundless mass of life essence!