Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1804 The Moment of Awakening
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Chen Xiaojun's consciousness seemed to rise from the deep sea, gradually returning to his body.

The intense fluctuations of the dark red cocoon deep in my brain have faded, leaving only a slight throbbing pain and a dizzy feeling.

My eyelids opened heavily, and a strange scene came into view.

"Iron Jaw Fortress..." Chen Xiaojun murmured to himself, finally piecing together the fragmented memories.

This is deep within the Bone-Digging Gang's lair, the place they fought and finally conquered.

He recalled the intense discomfort that suddenly erupted, after which he could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep.

That's right. Despite having slain six Soul Saints, he was still recovering from his injuries when he forced himself to unleash his ultimate moves and high-speed movement techniques.

In particular, the prototypes of the "Great Calamity Cloud Heavenly Law Sword," a divine skill of the Great Fate Master such as "Judgment of Sin Domain" and "Canghuang Military Calamity," which are swords of judgment and war, even though they have the ability to "harvest" and replenish life force and spiritual power, the burden of soul power surging like a burst dam has greatly impacted the physical body's meridians.

Well, at that time, his sudden enlightenment led to him receiving a significant portion of the Great Fate Master's lineage.

Over the years, especially in the last six months, he had received bits and pieces of information, but this time it was a massive flood of information that caused him to fall silent and lose focus.

That is, an epiphany; otherwise, how could he have such power on his first use of the Heavenly Law Sword Technique?

Afterwards, because of Xiao Yi's situation, when the black and red light cocoon in his sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently, he managed to say a few words, but then he had no recollection of it.

He looked around; the rough, grayish-brown stone walls exuded the cool, damp air characteristic of underground mines.

Several pieces of mineral stone, emitting a warm, dim yellow hue, were embedded in the ceiling, like inverted, dim stars, dispelling the darkness of the room.

The light was dim, and the air carried the stillness of the deep earth.

He lifted the thin blanket covering him and stretched his slightly stiff limbs.

Although the mental fatigue and the lingering restlessness of the black and red cocoon in his mind remained, his physical injuries had improved considerably thanks to the combined effects of his soul power and his slumber.

He got up, found a clean set of clothes in his bracelet, and changed.

Pushing open the door, and following my memory and the faint sounds of voices, I arrived at a relatively spacious courtyard.

The compound was also built of huge stones, with a rough style, and some rubble and abandoned mine cart parts piled up in the corners.

Light streamed down from the mineral formations in the dome above, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

In the center of this slightly messy courtyard, several familiar figures gathered together, some sitting and some standing.

They had injuries, more or less.

Qiu Qingquan leaned against an overturned mine cart, his left shoulder tightly bound in thick bandages and splints, clearly indicating that the fracture he suffered two days ago was quite serious.

His face was still a little pale, but he seemed to be in good spirits, tossing a small stone with his uninjured right hand.

Yuan Run sat cross-legged on the ground, his upper body almost completely wrapped in bandages, making him look like a white mummy.

His complexion was the worst among them; the exhaustion of his soul power, coupled with the severe injuries from the collapsed wall, left him still weak and listless. He was resting with his eyes closed, slowly recovering. An Mingyuan stood next to Yuan Run. Although there were no obvious external injuries, his face showed obvious fatigue and the paleness of excessive exertion.

The summoning and sustaining of the seven war dogs and the consumption of the skull soul skill clearly drained his soul power and mental energy.

He was watching Yuan Run's condition with concern.

Ma Liang stood against the wall, his face somewhat pale, his right arm hanging down unnaturally. This was due to the strain left from using his soul bone technique to kill the flying soul king two days ago, and possibly a recurrence of previous hidden injuries.

Chen Mu stood a little closer. The scratches on his shoulder had been bandaged, and although the traces of blood seeping from his seven orifices had been cleaned, the bruises at the corners of his eyes and his tired eyes showed that he had not fully recovered.

Zhu Wuneng sat on a large rock, his clothes open at the chest, revealing the gauze wrapped around his wound. He had been stabbed by the Shadow Leopard Soul Saint before he fused with his Martial Soul.

Zhu Wuneng grinned, seemingly saying something to Qiu Qingquan, but his voice was not loud.

When Chen Xiaojun appeared in the courtyard, everyone's eyes were instantly drawn to him.

"Yo, the Sleepyhead is finally awake!" Chen Mu spoke first, his tone carrying his usual teasing tone, but his eyes revealed a hint of relief.

Qiu Qingquan stopped throwing stones, grinned, and then gasped, his left shoulder injury twitching. "Hiss... Young Master, you slept for a long time, a full two days!"

Two days? That's a bit long.

Chen Mu looked Chen Xiaojun up and down a few times, and after confirming that apart from his pale complexion he was able to move freely, he nodded and asked simply, "How are you feeling?"

"Yes, it's good that you're awake." An Mingyuan also breathed a sigh of relief, a slight smile appearing on his tired face.

Ma Liang raised his head and laughed, "Sixth Brother, you make a lot of noise but sleep a lot."

Zhu Wuneng stood up abruptly and said loudly, "Yes, young master! He made such a big fuss that day, but then he just collapsed on the ground and fell asleep. It really startled everyone!"

Yuan Run, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, opened them and looked at Chen Xiaojun, saying in a hoarse voice, "Young Master... if you're alright, then our injuries weren't in vain."

Chen Xiaojun looked at his companions in front of him.

Qiu Qingquan's fractured bone, Yuan Run's severe injuries, An Mingyuan's paleness, Chen Mu's shoulder injury and the weariness in his eyes, Ma Liang's discomfort in his right arm, Zhu Wuneng's rib injury... Everyone paid the price in that fierce battle against the Soul Saint, all to protect him when he was in a special state.

He took a deep breath of the cool air in the bunker, suppressing the lingering discomfort in his head. His gaze swept over everyone, and a slightly weak smile appeared on his lips: "Yeah, I've had enough sleep. You've worked hard..."

His gaze finally landed on Yuan Run. "Thank you everyone... I will remember this kindness."

Chen Mu waved his hand: "Alright, alright, save the mushy talk. Hurry up now that you're awake. Uncle Wu and the others probably have a ton of things to deal with, waiting for you, this 'human natural disaster,' to give them an explanation."

He deliberately used Chen Xiaojun's self-deprecating remark. He had been standing next to Chen Xiaojun that day and had overheard it, and he had used it quite often in the past two days.

Is his posture something to be laughed at?! Doesn't Chen Laowu have any dignity?

These words elicited knowing smiles from the others.

Chen Xiaojun ignored his teasing and his gaze became serious. He subconsciously reached for his storage soul tool, which contained the dark red crystal fragments that Yuan Run had brought back.

Even now, he can still vaguely sense a faint, heart-like resonance between the fragments and the black and red cocoon of light in his sea of ​​consciousness.

“Yes,” Chen Xiaojun looked up at the “galaxy” hanging upside down above the courtyard, “It’s time to find out what triggered it that day…and also see how Ironjaw Fortress is now.”

(End of this chapter)