2060: C2060 Godly Envoy

C2060 Godly Envoy

In the next few days.

Meng Fan was resting on the small island.

If there was already a strand of origin in his body, it would be equivalent to giving him a strong life force. This sort of help could be said to be incomparably huge.

If they were able to reproduce, it would naturally be endless.

With Meng Fan's current ability, even if he was injured to this extent and his entire body felt like it was connected, it was more than enough for him to do a lot of things with this tiny source energy.

Besides him, there was also the young female Qing'er. Although she was filled with hatred towards Meng Fan, she also knew that it was the old man's own choice. At that time, Meng Fan was also within the chaotic space and he did not have any awareness.

Therefore, Qing'er still came in coldly, but she was still as cold as ice and frost. She only treated Meng Fan's entire body and let that mysterious Strange Power circulate within Meng Fan's body, helping him to bring out his vitality.

Meng Fan understood that the first level of Strange Power was innate strength of Celestial Race. Back then, during the destructive storm, the old man had also condensed this bloodline power to its limit. In addition to his understanding of Wu Sea, he was only able to save Meng Fan.

Now that he merged with Meng Fan's body bit by bit, it was the best tonic that stimulated his spirit energy.

Perhaps, this was the true power of the Source of the Heavens. The young girl and the old man should be considered a part of the the Source of the Heavens.

Regarding this, Meng Fan was also exceptionally emotional. He didn't expect that after everything that had happened, his understanding towards the Source of the Heavens was still lacking.

The human who had transformed into tears possessed such an ability to transcend the heavens.

Even if he was in control of the heavens and had heaven's will, from the looks of it, that was only a part of his the Source of the Heavens.

Meng Fan did not think too much about it. He started to quietly cultivate in the secret room. With the help of Qing'er's young lady and Meng Fan's strong tenacity, the vitality in his body was gradually recovering over the course of half a month.

Even though Meng Fan's Jing and Mai were still in the same state and he couldn't use any energy, they were no longer as weak as before.

At that moment, Meng Fan was no different from a normal person. As he sat in silence, the Source energy in his body gradually recovered. From there, he circulated his entire body, allowing his bones, blood, organs and flesh to rapidly reconnect.

Under Qing'er's stimulation, that strange power became the best catalyst for Meng Fan's body every day. It fixed all the millions of cracks on Meng Fan's body, giving him an even stronger spirit than before.

Like this, another ten days passed!

Meng Fan was wearing a green robe as he sat cross-legged in the secret chamber. His hair was draped behind him, and he was completely motionless. Accompanied by the faint aroma from the incense burner, he exuded a different kind of aura.

It was a joke. From the battle of the Path of Concealment to now, Meng Fan had yet to have a good rest. However, now that he was close to becoming a cripple, he had no choice but to calm down and rest in this place that he had lost.

If no one knew the history of his supreme battle prowess, perhaps they would think that he was a great scholar.

Creak!

A voice came from outside the door, and a beautiful figure walked in. It was Qing'er.

Qing'er, who was wearing white clothes and holding some bottles and boxes of needles, walked towards Meng Fan with a cold expression. As usual, she came to Meng Fan.

"Hehe!"

Meng Fan chuckled. Even though Qing'er had always been cold to him, he understood her feelings. He didn't care at all and treated her extremely well. After the latter came in, Meng Fan rolled up his sleeves and passed his arm over.

"It's been hard on you these days, Miss Qing'er!"

Qing'er did not reply to Meng Fan's words. She merely snorted coldly and agreed. Her lily-white hands grabbed Meng Fan's wrist. At the same time, the silver needles dropped down to help Meng Fan start to repair himself.

As it nourished his entire body, Meng Fan's originally pale face gradually turned red. It was because under the effect of this strange power, Meng Fan's completely dried up bone and blood began to be rebuilt. He circulated his entire body, causing his vitality to continuously surge.

The latter sat quietly beside Meng Fan. Her black hair was like a waterfall and although it was cold and elegant, the way she used the needle at this moment was extremely attentive. Looking at it, it made one's heart beat faster.

An hour later, Qing'er finally kept the silver needles. After which, she glanced at Meng Fan and spoke for the first time.2

"In two or three days, I probably won't use needles on you, because the source energy in your body is almost formed already. Next up, you'll have to rely on yourself. My strength is completely useless against a powerhouse like you!"

"Alright!"

Meng Fan understood what Qing'er said was the truth. To have reached his level, he must have suffered from such heavy injuries.

It would definitely be impossible to rely on external forces. Only Meng Fan could truly erupt and regain control of his body.

But this was easy to say, and was too difficult to do. His Expert of Celestial King Stage was not injured easily, and after getting injured, it was not a small injury.

What's more, the injuries caused by Meng Fan had caused his body to completely collapse. He was just a hair away from death. How could it be so easy to completely repair one's body? It was as easy as re-training, and the difficulty was as high as ascending to heaven, taking countless years. Even with Martial Arts of Devouring's help, Meng Fan did not have any confidence.

However, there was nothing he could do about it now. The current Celestial King could only cause his martial arts to be temporarily wasted.

After putting away the needle box, Qing'er walked out and sat on the spot. Meng Fan opened his mouth and said.

Thank you very much, Miss Qing'er. I will definitely recover quickly, and I'm very sorry about Senior's matter. If I recover my strength, I will definitely find a way to help Senior. At the very least, I will use great methods to seal Senior's body.

Hearing Meng Fan's words, Qing'er turned her head and her eyes met Meng Fan's. After many days, her icy face finally revealed a trace of a smile as she softly said,

"Then... "Many thanks!"

"It's just a small matter. You sure are a beauty, Xiaoxiao!"

Meng Fan said lightly. He had to admit that this girl in front of him was born to be a beauty. When he smiled, even Meng Fan secretly praised her.

Many years had passed and Qing'er had not seen many strangers within the Wu Sea. How could she have heard the stranger say such words, especially when Meng Fan, a peerless figure, praised him.

Qing'er's pretty face instantly turned red. Her fair skin was practically on the verge of dripping with water. She hurriedly turned around and prepared to leave.

However, just as Qing'er reached the entrance of the secret chamber, her body slightly stiffened and she stopped in place. She didn't walk out.

"What's wrong?"

Meng Fan also asked in confusion when he noticed Qing'er's serious expression.

"Someone is coming from outside!"

Qing'er's pretty face was once again covered in frost. She gritted her teeth and a trace of killing intent faintly emerged as she spoke in a low voice.

"It should be the Spirit Storage's … "Messenger of God!"

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