Chapter 612: Chapter 611: Lin Heng Emerges and Meets Confucius

Little by little, it expanded.

It’s unclear how much time had passed.

Blood begot vessels, vessels begot bones, bones begot flesh.

This process was extremely slow.

Yet it was truly happening, progressing!

Finally, with a muttering sound, Lin Heng’s consciousness returned.

"I... I’m still alive?"

Lin Heng struggled to raise his hand to shield against the dazzling light; his skin was crystal clear, as if reborn like a baby, yet so fragile that even a breeze could pierce through to the bone.

"Where is this?"

Feeling exceptionally weak, Lin Heng forced himself to look around; this world was very small, and rather crude, incomparable to the world crafted by the Red-bottomed Macaque over millions of years.

There were no mountains or rivers here, just a plain as far as the eye could see.

From the start, this place was fashioned as a battleground.

"That’s right, this is the space I evolved..."

As Lin Heng gradually regained clarity, he remembered everything before being shattered.

"Who would have thought, this space was not used against Venerable Emperor Chong’en, but became key to my survival instead."

"Truly, wanting the flower to bloom but it doesn’t, yet an unintentional willow gives shade..."

Lin Heng sighed with a mixture of amusement and helplessness, then carefully assessed his current situation.

No doubt about it.

Very bad, very bad!

It’s true that a Quasi-Saint could revive with just a drop of blood.

But such near-annihilation damage is incredibly difficult to recover from.

Now, he was so fragile he’d fallen below the Muddy Immortal Realm, though his Immortal Power was slowly recovering.

To truly heal, it would take no less than a hundred thousand years of rest and recuperation, it’s virtually impossible otherwise.

"Right, the Healing Rules, would they work?"

Lin Heng suddenly thought of the Power of Rule.

In the seventy years before the Saint’s battle began, Lin Heng had drawn on Heavenly Dao rewards three times, obtaining several types of Power of Rule.

This included the Healing Rules.

Though in his current state, forget about using rules, even a Somersault Cloud’s Divine Techniques was beyond his reach now.

But when creating this world, in order to deal with Venerable Emperor Chong’en, he had deliberately imprinted all the rules he had mastered into this heaven and earth.

As the creator of this land.

Lin Heng was no different from the ’Heavenly Dao’ here.

So...

"Can everything here be at my discretion?"

Lin Heng’s eyes narrowed, and he shouted sharply, invoking the healing rules of this world.

As expected.

The next second.

Immortal Light descended from the sky, and creation surged from the ground.

The Power of Rule began to mend Lin Heng’s body.

"That’s great!"

Upon realizing that this world was still under his control, Lin Heng excitedly clenched his fist.

...

Time slowly passed by.

Under the Healing Rules, Lin Heng’s body also began to recover at an extremely fast pace.

Muddy Immortal. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Profound Immortal.

Celestial Immortal.

Immortal King.

Immortal Emperor.

Boom!

Finally, on an unknown day, Lin Heng returned to the Ancestral Immortal Realm.

And no one knows how much longer it took.

Amidst the tremors of heaven and earth, Lin Heng once again stepped into the Quasi-Saint range.

This made him incredibly happy.

But at the same time, the speed of healing slowed down.

Lin Heng quickly realized that returning to the Quasi-Saint was basically the limit, and the near-annihilation injuries made it hard for him to return to his peak.

"Being able to recover to this extent is already quite good."

"After all, having a life left is already a blessing."

Having gone through life and death, Lin Heng’s mindset became increasingly at ease.

"Now, I should be able to open the world channel."

"I wonder how much time has passed outside, and whether the Celestial Court is unharmed?"

In previous times, Lin Heng had several times thought of returning to the Grand Thousand Upper Realm.

But it’s also quite vexing to say.

Even though the rules of this world were controlled by Lin Heng’s intention, to open the world channel here, it still required the might of Quasi-Saint level power.

Therefore, he could only stay here until now, healing his wounds.

"The strike aimed at thirty years later hasn’t received a response yet; I suppose it hasn’t been thirty years outside..."

"In that case, the hundred-year period hasn’t arrived, and the Celestial Court shouldn’t be in too much danger..."

Lin Heng comforted himself silently.

During the days of healing, he constantly awaited a prompt from the system rewards.

Once the reward for slaying a Saint arrived.

It would surely mean thirty years had passed outside.

Of course.

That was just the optimistic view.

Lin Heng couldn’t be sure that the strike aimed thirty years into the future would not encounter any mishaps.

Nor whether it could truly kill Venerable Emperor Chong’en.

So, to truly understand the situation outside, he needed to go out and see for himself.

Rumble!!

With Lin Heng displaying mighty power, this world was opened with a black and white intermingled passage.

Lin Heng did not hesitate at all.

He stepped out straight away!

He expected to see the light of day again.

But who would have thought, upon stepping into the ’Grand Thousand Upper Realm’, Lin Heng did not see sunlight, nor moonlight, not even starlight.

Instead, the world that came into view was a vast crimson.

Boundless blood energy surged from various places on earth, rushing toward the endless depths of the sky.

Huh?

Lin Heng frowned slightly, puzzled, "Why does this world resemble purgatory?"

"What happened to the Grand Thousand Immortal Realm?"

He was confused, his eyes traversed mountains and waters, sweeping across the universe.

What he saw.

Was the exhaustion of mountains and rivers, the ruin of the earth, scenes of one living being after another falling amidst cries of despair.

Immortals, gods, demons, ghosts, humans.

No matter the race, no matter the strength, the blood energy of all living beings was being drained by a peculiar force.

Lin Heng witnessed a little girl explode into fragments right before his eyes.

He intended to intervene and save her, only to find that his divine technique passed through her body without any effect.

Lin Heng couldn’t help but furrow his brows.

Yet he still saw blood energy from all directions continuing to surge skyward.

With a thought, he summoned the Chaos Taiji Diagram into the sky, attempting to use this method to block the extraction of all living beings’ blood energy.

The result.

The Chaos Taiji Diagram, which usually blocks everything and devours all, today acted like an illusion, completely ineffective.

The blood energy of all beings ignored the Taiji Diagram, passing directly through the Yin Yang Fish, continuing to float unimpeded toward the unknowable depths of the sky.

"What on earth is going on?"

Lin Heng was slightly angered and bewildered, feeling that the Grand Thousand Upper Realm was bizarrely unfamiliar.

And at this moment.

Suddenly, the sound of waves resounded not far away.

Lin Heng was taken aback, looked up, and saw a river of time spanning the starry sky.

Above the River of Time, a long-robed elder stood atop the waves, a serious expression on his face, striding toward the depths of the sky.

Lin Heng was shocked, recognizing who it was.

It was none other than Confucius from the Saint’s Book, Saint Kong, the venerable Confucius!

"Confucius, what has happened here?" Lin Heng shouted, wanting to understand.