Chapter 1139: A Temporary Victory
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Chapter 1139 A Temporary Victory
The veil of darkness surrounding him vanished, the tendrils of Asura corruption receding from his mind, body, and soul. John fell into Lilian's embrace, nearly overwhelmed by the exhaustion and pain he felt.
Had it not been for the blood of the Yang-Sovereign that he drank, his wounds would not have healed as much as they did, and his body would have been completely devoid of energy. Even still, many of his wounds still persisted, the damage to his body far too great for him to heal though his innate healing ability alone.
Only Laia would have a chance of healing his body into a working condition, and even then, it was doubtful she could heal him in less than several weeks at the very least. As for the underlying damage that lurked deep within his body, only time could heal those wounds.
The millions of other cultivators breathed out a collective sigh of relief upon seeing John return to his human form. They had been just as scared at his deranged Asura form as they were of the Yang-Lotus, but now that he had changed back to normal, the fears related to him disappeared.
They couldn't help but stare at John with wide eyes, their expressions a range of complicated emotions. There was awe, disbelief, and pure relief as Yang-Sovereign, the one who had plunged them into this abyssal hell, had been killed.
"He...he's dead!"
"The Yang-Sovereign is dead!"
"He...he actually did it. John and the Sword-Saint defeated the Yang-Sovereign!" New novel chapters are published on
The stadium suddenly erupted into a roar of absolute joy, disbelief, and relief, as they looked at the headless corpse of the Yang-Sovereign, and the two who had defeated him despite the impossible odds.
At that moment, many of the cultivators felt nothing but pure shame as they stared at John, whose body was wounded beyond anything they had seen before, his existence nearly on the brink of collapse. They had jeered at him. They had taunted him. They had doubted him. They had said every insult imaginable to him during the duration of the Three Dao Tournament, and yet, in the end, he was the one who had saved them from the Yang-Sovereign's betrayal.
Still, there was no other option, and so she sighed deeply, then nodded slowly, letting go of John. John's legs trembled for a moment as he braced himself, then he walked over to the Yang-
Sovereign's body and stored the remainder of his corpse in his palace realm. There, he drew in some of the Yang-Sovereign's normal blood into his body dantian, which after converting it to Qi, spread throughout his body, healing some of the lighter wounds and restoring some of his energy.
Bang!
The ground trembled lightly as a figure landed on the ground near John. He looked at the Prime Shadow, who had jumped from his platform high above to the ground near him, the power of his Late Holy Manifestation body enough to withstand such a fall with ease, even with no Qi at his disposal.
He walked over to John and handed him his spatial ring, which John took with a questioning look.
"I have no cultivation and space itself is locked down, so I cannot access the contents of my spatial ring," the Prime Shadow said as he patted John on the shoulder, a proud smile appearing on his face. "But you seem to have the ability to do so. Inside is a healing treasure beyond compare, one of my most precious treasures. Take it and eat it. You'll need all the strength you can muster if you are to survive re-entering the lotus, as its power is only growing now that the Yang-
Sovereign is dead."
John nodded and stored the spatial ring in his palace realm, where the spatial lockdown couldn't reach. He then inspected the ring and found what the Prime Shadow was speaking of. On an ornate marble pillar in the middle of the spatial ring realm was a singular fruit.
The fruit was bright green in color, and was a type John had never seen before. It was three inches across and star-like in shape, with a dozen soft ridges protruding from the fruit like how one would draw a rudimentary star. Most eye-catching of all was its innate aura, which was beyond anything he had felt from a natural treasure before.
An aura of greenish yellow surrounded the fruit, one that gave off a fresh and vibrant energy, reminding John of Laia. An aura that had unmatched vitality and vibrancy. An aura the complete opposite of death.
'The Dao of Life!'
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Chapter 1139 A Temporary Victory
The veil of darkness surrounding him vanished, the tendrils of Asura corruption receding from his mind, body, and soul. John fell into Lilian's embrace, nearly overwhelmed by the exhaustion and pain he felt.
Had it not been for the blood of the Yang-Sovereign that he drank, his wounds would not have healed as much as they did, and his body would have been completely devoid of energy. Even still, many of his wounds still persisted, the damage to his body far too great for him to heal though his innate healing ability alone.
Only Laia would have a chance of healing his body into a working condition, and even then, it was doubtful she could heal him in less than several weeks at the very least. As for the underlying damage that lurked deep within his body, only time could heal those wounds.
The millions of other cultivators breathed out a collective sigh of relief upon seeing John return to his human form. They had been just as scared at his deranged Asura form as they were of the Yang-Lotus, but now that he had changed back to normal, the fears related to him disappeared.
They couldn't help but stare at John with wide eyes, their expressions a range of complicated emotions. There was awe, disbelief, and pure relief as Yang-Sovereign, the one who had plunged them into this abyssal hell, had been killed.
"He...he's dead!"
"The Yang-Sovereign is dead!"
"He...he actually did it. John and the Sword-Saint defeated the Yang-Sovereign!" New novel chapters are published on
The stadium suddenly erupted into a roar of absolute joy, disbelief, and relief, as they looked at the headless corpse of the Yang-Sovereign, and the two who had defeated him despite the impossible odds.
At that moment, many of the cultivators felt nothing but pure shame as they stared at John, whose body was wounded beyond anything they had seen before, his existence nearly on the brink of collapse. They had jeered at him. They had taunted him. They had doubted him. They had said every insult imaginable to him during the duration of the Three Dao Tournament, and yet, in the end, he was the one who had saved them from the Yang-Sovereign's betrayal.
Still, there was no other option, and so she sighed deeply, then nodded slowly, letting go of John. John's legs trembled for a moment as he braced himself, then he walked over to the Yang-
Sovereign's body and stored the remainder of his corpse in his palace realm. There, he drew in some of the Yang-Sovereign's normal blood into his body dantian, which after converting it to Qi, spread throughout his body, healing some of the lighter wounds and restoring some of his energy.
Bang!
The ground trembled lightly as a figure landed on the ground near John. He looked at the Prime Shadow, who had jumped from his platform high above to the ground near him, the power of his Late Holy Manifestation body enough to withstand such a fall with ease, even with no Qi at his disposal.
He walked over to John and handed him his spatial ring, which John took with a questioning look.
"I have no cultivation and space itself is locked down, so I cannot access the contents of my spatial ring," the Prime Shadow said as he patted John on the shoulder, a proud smile appearing on his face. "But you seem to have the ability to do so. Inside is a healing treasure beyond compare, one of my most precious treasures. Take it and eat it. You'll need all the strength you can muster if you are to survive re-entering the lotus, as its power is only growing now that the Yang-
Sovereign is dead."
John nodded and stored the spatial ring in his palace realm, where the spatial lockdown couldn't reach. He then inspected the ring and found what the Prime Shadow was speaking of. On an ornate marble pillar in the middle of the spatial ring realm was a singular fruit.
The fruit was bright green in color, and was a type John had never seen before. It was three inches across and star-like in shape, with a dozen soft ridges protruding from the fruit like how one would draw a rudimentary star. Most eye-catching of all was its innate aura, which was beyond anything he had felt from a natural treasure before.
An aura of greenish yellow surrounded the fruit, one that gave off a fresh and vibrant energy, reminding John of Laia. An aura that had unmatched vitality and vibrancy. An aura the complete opposite of death.
'The Dao of Life!'
Chapter 1139 A Temporary Victory The veil of darkness surrounding him vanished, the tendrils of Asura corruption receding from his mind, body, and soul. John fell into Lilian's embrace, nearly overwhelmed by the exhaustion and pain he felt. Had it not been for the blood of the Yang-Sovereign that he drank, his wounds would not have healed as much as they did, and his body would have been completely devoid of energy. Even still, many of his wounds still persisted, the damage to his body far too great for him to heal though his innate healing ability alone. Only Laia would have a chance of healing his body into a working condition, and even then, it was doubtful she could heal him in less than several weeks at the very least. As for the underlying damage that lurked deep within his body, only time could heal those wounds. The millions of other cultivators breathed out a collective sigh of relief upon seeing John return to his human form. They had been just as scared at his deranged Asura form as they were of the Yang-Lotus, but now that he had changed back to normal, the fears related to him disappeared. They couldn't help but stare at John with wide eyes, their expressions a range of complicated emotions. There was awe, disbelief, and pure relief as Yang-Sovereign, the one who had plunged them into this abyssal hell, had been killed. "He...he's dead!" "The Yang-Sovereign is dead!" "He...he actually did it. John and the Sword-Saint defeated the Yang-Sovereign!" New novel chapters are published onThe stadium suddenly erupted into a roar of absolute joy, disbelief, and relief, as they looked at the headless corpse of the Yang-Sovereign, and the two who had defeated him despite the impossible odds. At that moment, many of the cultivators felt nothing but pure shame as they stared at John, whose body was wounded beyond anything they had seen before, his existence nearly on the brink of collapse. They had jeered at him. They had taunted him. They had doubted him. They had said every insult imaginable to him during the duration of the Three Dao Tournament, and yet, in the end, he was the one who had saved them from the Yang-Sovereign's betrayal. Still, there was no other option, and so she sighed deeply, then nodded slowly, letting go of John. John's legs trembled for a moment as he braced himself, then he walked over to the Yang- Sovereign's body and stored the remainder of his corpse in his palace realm. There, he drew in some of the Yang-Sovereign's normal blood into his body dantian, which after converting it to Qi, spread throughout his body, healing some of the lighter wounds and restoring some of his energy. Bang! The ground trembled lightly as a figure landed on the ground near John. He looked at the Prime Shadow, who had jumped from his platform high above to the ground near him, the power of his Late Holy Manifestation body enough to withstand such a fall with ease, even with no Qi at his disposal. He walked over to John and handed him his spatial ring, which John took with a questioning look. "I have no cultivation and space itself is locked down, so I cannot access the contents of my spatial ring," the Prime Shadow said as he patted John on the shoulder, a proud smile appearing on his face. "But you seem to have the ability to do so. Inside is a healing treasure beyond compare, one of my most precious treasures. Take it and eat it. You'll need all the strength you can muster if you are to survive re-entering the lotus, as its power is only growing now that the Yang- Sovereign is dead." John nodded and stored the spatial ring in his palace realm, where the spatial lockdown couldn't reach. He then inspected the ring and found what the Prime Shadow was speaking of. On an ornate marble pillar in the middle of the spatial ring realm was a singular fruit. The fruit was bright green in color, and was a type John had never seen before. It was three inches across and star-like in shape, with a dozen soft ridges protruding from the fruit like how one would draw a rudimentary star. Most eye-catching of all was its innate aura, which was beyond anything he had felt from a natural treasure before. An aura of greenish yellow surrounded the fruit, one that gave off a fresh and vibrant energy, reminding John of Laia. An aura that had unmatched vitality and vibrancy. An aura the complete opposite of death. 'The Dao of Life!'
