Apotheosis

Zen appeared to be grievously injured, but in truth, the damage was only skin deep. The water drops did not hurt his muscles and bones.

Circles of green light blossomed on Zen's body, and the surface-level wounds began to heal rapidly.

The Other Shore creatures saw what was happening, and they were dumbfounded at Zen's quick recovery.

Zen had persisted for almost a month, while most of the Other Shore creatures retreated again and again. Zen had been staying on the sixteenth layer to receive training, and the others all reluctantly agreed that Zen seemed to have gotten used to the sixteenth layer at this point.

They didn't expect that in the last few days, Zen would actually leave the Myriad Tribulations Storm, and he appeared to be injured.

"Is there something wrong with his method of body protection?"

"Perhaps..."

"Hey. It's clearly good enough for him to hold on for this long at the sixteenth layer. His tribulation skeleton has already surpassed many of ours!"

Even if Zen left awkwardly right now, what he had already accomplished was enough for them to recognize him as an extraordinary warrior.

After all, everyone relied on the method of body protection to stay within the Myriad Tribulations Storm. Although they couldn't see what method Zen had used to protect his body, it was already quite astonishing that he had held on for almost a month.

The green light shimmered and bloomed, spreading along the surface of Zen's body. After about five minutes, Zen's body returned to normal.

Zen, for his part, was less concerned about his own bodily injuries than about the Chaotic Source Spirits.

"There seems to be something wrong with the Chaotic Source Spirits," Zen murmured, frowning.

"What's wrong?" asked the Primeval Lord of Heaven.

"I am unable to detect their existence," replied Zen. He sought to sound calm, but he was deeply concerned.

Previously, he had been able to clearly sense the Chaotic Source Spirits scattered within his body. Now, however, it seemed that the Chaotic Source Spirits within him had vanished entirely. No matter how he probed, he could not sense them.

"How could that happen?" the Primeval Lord of Heaven asked curiously.

The Chaotic Source Spirits were special. They had been a subject of study for the Primeval Lord of Heaven, and the Snake Goddess had been able to use them through information hidden in the Six-Pattern Blood-storing Seed.

However, despite his extensive study, even the Primeval Lord of Heaven hadn't completely understood the Chaotic Source Spirits. The vast majority of people wouldn't be able to advance when they reached the late stage of the Chaotic Source Realm.

Even Athemar and Elizabet

nated, in a nonstop cycle.

Zen realized that he would have to go through the entire Chaotic Source Realm again.

"I've already stepped into the late stage of the Chaotic Source Realm. Have I made use of these Chaotic Source Spirits to the limit?" Zen asked.

"Of course not," the Primeval Lord of Heaven answered quickly.

In the Source World, there were many powerful Chaotic Source Realm warriors, and each of them was countless times older than Zen. When these warriors cultivated to the late stage of the realm, they all stopped, unable to make any further progress. But they hadn't encountered a situation similar to Zen's.

"Then there are two conditions," Zen said. "The warriors have to cultivate to the late stage of the Chaotic Source Realm. And they also need to receive the training of the Myriad Tribulations Storm. Right?"

"That's possible," the Primeval Lord of Heaven said.

He thought that based on Zen's experience, it seemed that the Chaotic Source Spirits had completed a round of division!

After the fission, it looked like the number of Chaotic Source Spirits in Zen's body had increased by a huge amount.

If these Chaotic Source Spirits could grow stronger, and Zen entered the late stage of the Chaotic Source Realm again, would his physical body be able to bear much more divine megatons of force?

"What if you cultivate to the late stage of the Chaotic Source Realm again, and let the Chaotic Source Spirits split up one more time?"

suggested the Primeval Lord of Heaven. At his words, Zen's eyes lit up.

If the Chaotic Source Spirits continued to divide infinitely like this, his physical strength would probably increase to a terrifying level!

It seemed that he would have to stay in the Myriad Tribulations Storm for longer than he had anticipated.