The Romance of the Immortal Cauldron

Chapter 2271: Recovery Begins

After hearing what Matthew said, Wu Kun hesitated for a moment and then nodded in agreement.

His gaze lingered on Matthew for a moment, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

He knew that Matthew was extremely weak at the moment and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

However, even so, Matthew still maintained a calmness and determination that was difficult to ignore.

An inexplicable emotion arose in Wu Kun's heart, as if at this moment, his opinion of Matthew had a subtle change.

"I can seal this place, but if that monster comes, I won't be able to resist it." Wu Kun said in a deep voice, with a hint of helplessness and warning in his voice.

He knew that although he could use magic energy to shield this place, if the monster really came, he would not be able to fight it in his current state.

There was a hint of tentativeness in Wu Kun's tone, as if reminding Matthew not to have too high expectations of him.

Matthew heard Wu Kun's words and shook his head helplessly. His voice was weak but firm: "It doesn't matter, as long as you seal this place. If the monster really finds this place, you can just run away by yourself."

There was a hint of relief in his tone, as if he had accepted the worst outcome.

Matthew's face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. It was obvious that saying this sentence had consumed a lot of his energy.

His body was shaking slightly, as if he would fall down at any time, but his eyes remained firm, as if telling Wu Kun that he had prepared for the worst.

Wu Kun looked at Matthew deeply, with a hint of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.

He didn't say anything else, and his body suddenly turned into a ball of thick black gas.

The black gas rolled and surged in the air like a giant black dragon, emitting a heart-pounding aura.

Wu Kun's figure had completely disappeared, replaced by a ball of expanding black gas that seemed to swallow up the entire stone chamber.

The black gas flipped several times in the air, and then suddenly exploded, turning into countless tiny black threads that quickly spread around.

Those black threads quickly attached themselves to the inner walls of the stone chamber like living things, as if they were merging with the runes of the stone chamber.

The moment the black gas touched the inner wall of the stone chamber, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

However, Matthew could feel that the atmosphere of the entire stone chamber had undergone subtle changes.

Soon, all the black air completely dissipated, and the stone chamber was still the same stone chamber, as if nothing had happened.

However, Matthew knew that everything outside the stone chamber had been covered by Wu Kun's evil spirit.

That invisible barrier was like a solid wall, completely isolating the stone chamber from the outside world.

As for what effect this barrier can have, even Matthew himself is not sure.

He could only hope that Wu Kun's demonic energy could temporarily block the monster's perception and buy himself more time.

"This is the last resort I can take." Matthew sighed secretly in his heart, with a hint of helplessness and determination in his eyes.

He knew that he had no way out and his only choice was to try his best to reach the Spiritual Transformation Realm.

Only by breaking through to the Spiritual Transformation stage can he recover his strength and fight against the monster.

Otherwise, his life would end here completely.

"If I don't make an effort to reach the Divine Transformation stage, my life will be completely over." Matthew said to himself, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

He knew that he had no time to hesitate any longer.

Although his body was extremely weak, he had to seize this last chance.

Matthew took a deep breath, clasped his hands together, and the strength in his body began to gather rapidly.

The faint golden light on his abdomen suddenly lit up and began to flicker violently.

The golden light was like the brightest star in the night sky, carrying a sacred and powerful power, as if guiding him.

Matthew's body was shaking slightly and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. It was obvious that this process was extremely painful for him.

However, his eyes remained firm, as if telling himself that he must not give up no matter what.

In that dim and quiet stone chamber, there was dead silence, as if time had stopped.

Matthew lay quietly on the cold stone platform, his breath weak, the candle of his life flickering in the strong wind.

His body was covered with shocking scars, and the huge wound on his abdomen was particularly horrific. The flesh was turned inside out, and the blood had long since dried up, forming a dark blood scab under his body.

At this moment, a Nine-Revolution Golden Pill emitting a soft golden glow slowly sank into his mouth. In an instant, the golden pill turned into a powerful and mysterious force, surging in his body.

Golden light continuously flickered and jumped in his meridians. Each flicker was accompanied by a powerful energy fluctuation. This fluctuation was like the ripples caused by a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, and it quickly spread throughout his body.

This energy was like a pair of gentle yet powerful hands, carefully repairing his damaged meridians.

Those broken and twisted meridians, nourished by the golden light, began to heal slowly and regain vitality.

The Dantian area was originally dead silent, but now under the illumination of the golden light, there was a slight movement.

As the golden light continued to recover, Matthew's face gradually changed from pale as paper to slightly rosy, and his rapid and disordered breathing gradually stabilized.

However, his body was still extremely weak, as if a slight breeze could blow him down.

Obviously, a full recovery will take a long time and require more effort.

The stone chamber was silent, so quiet that even the sound of a needle dropping could be heard clearly, and even Matthew's weak breathing was swallowed up by the endless silence.

The flesh and blood on the huge wound on his abdomen, under the careful nourishment of the golden light, was beginning to recover little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The necrotic tissue gradually faded away, and new granulation tissue slowly grew. The pink color added a touch of vitality to the dead picture.

However, Matthew's brows were still tightly furrowed, and his expression was very ugly.

Because he knew clearly that the wound could be healed, but the damaged Dantian was like a dead abyss, without even a trace of recovery.

If he only heals the wound but fails to repair his dantian, all his cultivation will be wasted and he will become an ordinary person.

Such a heavy reality made him feel a little breathless, and his mood fell to the bottom.

But Matthew has a tenacious spirit that never gives up. Despite the difficult situation, he is not too worried or desperate.

In his opinion, since the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill has such a magical opening effect, its effects must be far more than that, and its effects are far more powerful than he imagined.

At this moment, various scenes of his past practice kept emerging in his mind. Those days and nights of sweat, and the joy of breaking through the realm were all vivid in his mind.

How could he be willing to lose everything like this?

Although he didn't know whether the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill could really repair the Dantian, in this desperate situation, Matthew could only pin all his hopes on this miraculous pill.

He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill could create a miracle, allowing him to return to the peak and continue to move forward on this challenging path of cultivation.