Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 984 - 982: One Year, Even That’s Too Late (1 update)

Chapter 984: Chapter 982: One Year, Even That’s Too Late (1 update)

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The Blood God Robe has departed.

Under an indescribable sense of trembling terror, hundreds of people, including Heyue Nishang, Lan Hong Zhuang, and Song Yunyan, traveled to the site of Su Chen’s self-destruction.

What greeted them was a scene of devastation—gruesome, violent, insane, and utterly chaotic.

They saw the massive crater.

They saw the collapse of infinite space.

They saw the blood-red mist permeating the heavens and earth.

Su Chen!!!

He self-destructed.

He died.

For a moment, many Martial Cultivators sighed deeply.

Such a pity, truly such a pity—a talent at twenty-four years old, at the Fifth Level of the Ancestor Emperor Realm, yet capable of instantly killing Situ Sheng, a Half Step Origin Domination Realm powerhouse!

What a prodigy, what a monster.

On the Primordial Continent, such a figure wouldn’t appear even in ten million years.

And now he’s dead... just like that.

Of course, for many, Su Chen’s self-destruction seemed inevitable.

Facing the Blood God Robe, there was no other choice.

Su Chen’s greatest misfortune was encountering the Blood God Robe—a being far more monstrous, far more powerful, far more terrifying.

How many among the younger generation could survive when faced with the Blood God Robe?

All that remained was sighs of lament.

Heyue Nishang’s face was utterly drained of color, and Lan Hong Zhuang supported her.

Heyue Nishang said nothing.

When she had learned the identity of the Blood God Robe, she had almost anticipated this scene—but now that Su Chen was truly dead, truly vanished from this world, she still couldn’t accept it.

Song Yunyan’s face was as pale as Heyue Nishang’s, her heart aching deeply. Though her time with Su Chen hadn’t been long, yet...

Lan Hong Zhuang and Xue Yifan’s expressions remained relatively unchanged; they merely felt a faint sense of pity.

Shi Jianfeng, however, was inwardly smug and delighted. Naturally, his true emotions were masked and did not show on the surface.

"Nishang, the dead cannot be resurrected. Don’t grieve anymore," Lan Hong Zhuang said softly.

"It’s all because of me," Heyue Nishang bit her lip hard; blood dyed her lips crimson. Her exquisite and beautiful face was etched with remorse. If it hadn’t been for her, Su Chen wouldn’t have come to the Heaven Earth Battle Tomb.

"Everything is destined to be!" Lan Hong Zhuang consoled her.

Heyue Nishang said nothing further, but deep in her heart, one thought emerged: revenge. Even though the Blood God Robe was strong enough to induce despair.

As time passed, the surrounding Martial Cultivators gradually dispersed.

Eventually, only Heyue Nishang, Song Yunyan, and a few others were left.

"Let’s go," Lan Hong Zhuang urged.

"You’re Su Chen’s woman, aren’t you?" Heyue Nishang suddenly looked at Song Yunyan and asked.

Song Yunyan appeared exhausted, her soul seemingly shattered, and nodded faintly.

"Travel with us," Heyue Nishang suggested. Song Yunyan’s strength was rather feeble, and now with Su Chen gone, it wasn’t safe for her to venture alone.

Song Yunyan didn’t refuse. Her current state was one of mindlessness—entirely consumed by pain. With Heyue Nishang offering to accompany her, she wouldn’t say no.

After a while.

Heyue Nishang, Song Yunyan, Lan Hong Zhuang, and the others departed.

Before leaving, Heyue Nishang cast a cold glance at Shi Jianfeng. "We are not of the same path!"

She left with Song Yunyan, Lan Hong Zhuang, and Xue Yifan—a party of four.

She abandoned Shi Jianfeng.

Shi Jianfeng stood frozen in place, both awkward and furious, watching Heyue Nishang and the group leave.

Biting his teeth, the expression on his face darkened further, becoming so menacing it seemed water might drip from it.

"Wretch!!!" Shi Jianfeng cursed under his breath. "That kid named Su Chen deserved his death—the kind where there wasn’t even a corpse left, where he self-destructed amidst heaven and earth, dissipating into mere dust and ashes. Ha-ha-ha-ha..."

Shi Jianfeng’s voice was filled with gloating delight—a sense of twisted satisfaction.

Finally, with one last look at the enormous crater, Shi Jianfeng also departed.

Once all had left.

Deep within the giant pit, beneath layers of dust, a tiny piece of flesh wrapped around the Divine Mansion began to stir ever so faintly.

"Young boy Su..." Jiuyou was overjoyed. Until now, even with the Blood God Robe gone, Su Chen’s remnant flesh hadn’t moved—appearing truly dead, devoid of any signs of resurrection.

Jiuyou could only imagine how nervous she had been.

If Su Chen really couldn’t return to life, if he were truly slain in this way, she would regret it for eternity!

The self-destruction was her doing.

Thankfully, now there had been movement.

"Jiuyou, I nearly truly died just now. You’re really something, you know. A self-destruction within a self-destruction." Su Chen couldn’t help but remark, his voice incredibly weak, like that of an elderly man on the verge of death, one gust of wind away from being swept out of existence.

He continued to sigh. "But if you hadn’t orchestrated such a self-destruction, it would’ve been impossible to deceive the Blood God Robe, impossible to deceive everyone."

Time passed.

For ten full days.

Su Chen remained in the crater.

But he was recovering! Recovering!! And recovering even more!!!

The Temporal Heavenly Dao played a profound role.

Without it, who knows how long the recovery would’ve taken?

Ten days later.

Su Chen was mostly recovered.

To the casual eye, he appeared unchanged from ten days prior.

Still the Fifth Level of the Ancestor Emperor Realm.

In terms of strength, he was exactly as he had been ten days ago.

It was as though the self-destruction had never happened.

This was the terrifying nature of Su Chen’s bloodline power and his Divine Mansion.

Even resurrection bore no setbacks nor signs of starting over.

Not only that, even the Three Gods Cauldron remained completely intact because, in the final moment of self-destruction, Su Chen had stored it back within his Divine Mansion.

During the ten days of resurrection, Su Chen had re-refined the Three Gods Cauldron.

Of course, having no loss in strength didn’t mean Su Chen could keep self-destructing freely. The pain was inevitable!

The process of regenerating flesh after self-destruction was like being tortured by a thousand blades at every moment—indescribable. If not for Su Chen being well adapted to countless forms of pain, he might’ve been in a perpetual state of unconsciousness.

Such torment was something even Su Chen wasn’t sure he could endure if he experienced it frequently.

Compared to the pain of resurrection, the so-called ’mountains of knives and seas of fire’ were nothing!

"Finally, fully recovered." Su Chen sat cross-legged in silence, exuding a chilling tranquility.

His state of mind, having undergone this self-destruction, had been transformed once again.

"Jiuyou, you mentioned the Divine Demon Emperor Tomb?" Su Chen narrowed his eyes and asked. "No wonder the Blood God Robe would come to the Heaven Earth Battle Tomb. The value of the Divine Demon Emperor Tomb is unimaginable! A true Divine Demon Emperor is a being that surpasses the Dominion Realm! If the Divine Demon Emperor Tomb is truly found, whether for the Blood God Robe or for me, it would bring a monumental increase in strength!"

"Young boy Su, are you planning to target the Divine Demon Emperor Tomb?" Jiuyou asked.

Jiuyou wasn’t surprised.

"I want vengeance—before this Heaven Earth Battle Tomb is over, I’ll have my revenge. While they say a gentleman waits ten years, I find even one year unbearably long." A cruel and icy smile appeared at the corner of Su Chen’s lips.

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