Li Shentong had been in a coma, and Zhao Changhe himself had been too exhausted to do anything, so he had left Li Shentong in the care of the members of the Blood God Cult, who had dressed his wounds and applied some medicine. But when he stepped out to ask about Li Shentong’s condition, Xue Canghai informed him that he was already gone.0

“Gone?” Zhao Changhe was surprised. “How is that possible? His injuries were so severe…”0

“Situ Xiao came and took his master away. He said that he was taking him back to their sect’s secret realm, where they have better resources for treating such injuries. Besides, the Spirit Tribe is nearby, and they have access to treasures of blood and qi that are more suited for his condition.”0

“That makes sense, but can someone explain to me how Situ Xiao managed to get here overnight? Can he fly now?”0

Xue Canghai stared at him for a long moment before sighing in resignation. “My dear saint, you’ve been in your bridal cha—I mean, in the secret realm for close to three days now.”0

Zhao Changhe: “……”0

He had only studied the Heavenly Tome for an hour or so, which meant he must have been asleep for two and a half days beforehand.0

The members of the Blood God Cult were deeply impressed. Zhao Changhe’s feats of slaying gods and demons were one thing, but this was a different kind of legendary achievement. A single session lasting two and a half days? What kind of power...0