Chapter 1181: Awakening the Main Consciousness
Remnant Moon shattered and vanished directly before Xiang Chuan’s face. He stood frozen, taking a long moment to process what had happened. When he finally did, he was startled to find his back drenched in cold sweat, his forehead likewise beaded.
He was truly terrified, for it had been an age since he’d come so close to death. He had even gradually forgotten this sensation. As a Pharmacist, he was always the center of attention, revered wherever he went. Even when hounded by others, the vast majority of individuals and factions merely sought to acquire his skills, not truly to end his life. Thus, it had been a very long time since he’d brushed so closely with mortality.
But just moments ago, he had been only a hair’s breadth from death. How could his heart not be gripped by terror?
“Damn it, that scared me senseless! ”
Xiang Chuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, speaking with a face still etched with lingering fear. As his words faded, his gaze dropped to the ground below, fixing on the dust-shrouded expanse.
That was precisely Yang Haoran’s location.
The swirling dust obscured all vision, making it impossible to discern anything within its depths. Xiang Chuan, having just snatched his life back from the jaws of death, had only just exhaled a breath of relief when he was struck by a renewed sense of vigilance. He had no idea what lay beneath that pervasive cloud of dust—how was Yang Haoran? Had the Saintly Power’s purification awakened his main consciousness, or was he still enthralled by his inner demon?
He wasn't the only one eager for answers; Xia Xinger and Zuo Meng were just as desperate to know.
From within the deep crater, Yang Haoran slowly rose to his feet. His clothes were now in tatters, and his appearance was far more disheveled than before. Although Xia Xinger’s primary aim in unleashing that attack had been to help Yang Haoran regain his senses, the Saintly Power’s purification also possessed formidable offensive capabilities. Having successfully struck Yang Haoran, it was only natural that it would inflict a certain degree of damage to his physical body, and the destruction of his garments was to be expected.
However, Yang Haoran’s formidable strength was undeniable. Although his clothes had suffered catastrophic damage, his physical body had escaped fatal injury, and the power fluctuations emanating from him remained potently fierce.
He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping upwards to Xia Xinger. His blood-red eyes radiated an icy killing intent. With a fierce wave of his hand, the Remnant Moon, which had shattered and dissipated moments earlier, now reformed beside his body.
Xia Xinger’s face was pale, and her body swayed precariously. Seeing that Yang Haoran appeared utterly unchanged, a hint of regret involuntarily flickered in her eyes.
“Was it for naught? ”
No sooner had this thought formed in Xia Xinger’s mind than a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from her lips, and her entire body, like a bird with broken wings, plummeted towards the ground.
Xia Xinger was already profoundly weak after having regained her senses. In her current state, to further aid Yang Haoran in regaining his consciousness, she had disregarded her body’s fragility and forcibly unleashed the Saintly Power’s purification once more. This act naturally inflicted even greater damage upon her already debilitated form, rendering her unable to bear the strain any longer.
Zuo Meng’s face instantly blanched. In such a critical situation, she couldn't spare a thought for attacking Yang Haoran. Her body flashed, vanishing from her spot, only to reappear beside Xia Xinger, where she instantly swept her into her arms.
Gazing at Xia Xinger cradled in her arms, Zuo Meng’s eyes were filled with nothing but anxiety and profound worry, for Xia Xinger’s aura was terribly weak, and she had already slipped into unconsciousness.
Yet, at that very moment, Zuo Meng suddenly sensed something, and her gaze instinctively darted towards Yang Haoran’s position.
Yang Haoran had, by now, fully reformed his Soul Armament, Remnant Moon. Yet, he made no move to wield the crescent blade against them. Instead, he stood rooted to the spot, his body trembling subtly, the power fluctuations emanating from him flickering erratically, now strong, now weak.
The reason Zuo Meng’s gaze had fallen upon Yang Haoran was precisely because she had sensed the extreme instability in the power fluctuations emanating from him.
Beyond his trembling body and unstable power, other changes were unfolding within Yang Haoran. The blank, vacant expression on his face had given way to a look of clear struggle, and the blood-red glow in his cold, crimson eyes had significantly faded from its former intensity.
From these signs, it became evident that Yang Haoran’s main consciousness had likely been reawakened, and he was now battling his own inner demon, hence the tumultuous changes in his physical state.
This sight filled Zuo Meng’s heart with immense relief. Originally, she had been at a loss for what to do next; with Xia Xinger unconscious, it would be utterly impossible for her and Xiang Chuan alone to contend with Yang Haoran. But now that Yang Haoran’s main consciousness was reawakened, if his willpower proved even slightly firm, it was not impossible for his inner demon to be forced back into slumber. Even if it took some time, it was infinitely better than Yang Haoran continuing to perceive them as targets to be annihilated.
The joy in her heart was but a fleeting flicker. Then, Zuo Meng remembered Xia Xinger in her arms. The joy vanished, replaced by a profound and heavy worry, for Xia Xinger’s condition was truly critical. If they didn't find a way to promptly treat her severe injuries, she feared Xia Xinger might not survive.
“Divine Emissary Yang’s main consciousness has been reawakened. The rest of this matter I leave to you. Our Emissary’s injuries are far too grave; I must immediately take her back for urgent treatment! ”
Zuo Meng addressed Xiang Chuan. No sooner had the words left her lips than she tore open space, without giving Xiang Chuan time to respond, and departed the Ancient Demon Palace with the unconscious Xia Xinger. Watching the spatial rift rapidly heal, Xiang Chuan hastily spoke up.
“Hey, hey, hey, hold on a moment! ”
Xiang Chuan’s attempt to intervene was still half a beat too slow. By the time his voice registered, the spatial rift had already fully closed. Moreover, with Zuo Meng’s heart consumed by worry for Xia Xinger’s safety, even if the rift had closed more slowly, she would have paid no mind to Xiang Chuan.
Watching the spatial rift completely seal itself, Xiang Chuan’s face was utterly speechless.
“I am a Pharmacist! Saving lives is precisely my profession. To disregard me like this. . . I truly don’t know whether to feel tragic for myself or for you. ”
Xiang Chuan shook his head, no longer dwelling on the matter. His gaze then returned to Yang Haoran.
The changes occurring within Yang Haoran likewise brought him considerable relief. For if Yang Haoran had continued his rampage, he would, in all likelihood, have met his end by Yang Haoran’s hand; he harbored no illusions about his own ability to contend with him.
Furthermore, if Yang Haoran continued to spiral into madness, Xiang Chuan had no idea what horrifying acts he might commit. He wasn't particularly concerned with the aftermath of such events; rather, his concern lay with whether Yang Haoran’s body, so heavily overdrawn, would suffer any intractable long-term sequelae, or even if he might lose his life as a consequence.
The sooner Yang Haoran could break free from the inner demon’s control, the less his body would be overdrawn, and naturally, the weaker the adverse effects on his physical being would be.
Under his watchful gaze, Yang Haoran’s body trembled with increasing intensity, and the look of struggle on his face grew ever more pronounced. Conversely, the crimson hue in his eyes steadily receded.
Xiang Chuan naturally perceived this as a positive development. However, he made no move to approach Yang Haoran just yet. Until Yang Haoran had completely calmed, he believed it prudent to keep his distance, lest he tragically perish by Yang Haoran’s hand. After all, Yang Haoran’s emotional state was currently unstable, and Xiang Chuan dared not guarantee that he wouldn't suddenly lash out in a fit of madness.
After approximately a few minutes, Yang Haoran’s body ceased its violent trembling. However, the crimson in his eyes hadn’t entirely vanished, merely faded further compared to before, and the power fluctuations surging within him remained erratic.
“Big Brother! Quickly, wake up! Don’t let the inner demon continue to control you! ”
While Xiang Chuan dared not approach Yang Haoran, he hadn't descended to a fear so profound that he couldn't even speak. To aid Yang Haoran in swiftly conquering his inner demon and regaining his clarity, he offered verbal encouragement.
Whether his words would prove effective, he couldn't say for certain. But he felt that doing something was always better than doing nothing at all. Perhaps his urging truly could provide Yang Haoran with a small measure of strength to conquer his inner demon.
Yang Haoran offered no reply to Xiang Chuan. Under Xiang Chuan’s watchful gaze, he simply settled onto the ground in a cross-legged position. A dense surge of Yin Qi erupted from within him, enveloping his entire body. As for his Soul Armament, Remnant Moon, it began to revolve slowly around this concentrated mass of Yin Qi, guarding his safety like a vigilant sentinel.
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