Divine Emperor of Death

Chapter 4735  Nurturing A True Deity Resource With Oneself

The plant lifeform visibly relaxed, its blood vessels loosening fractionally as the entire network trembled with relief.

Only then did Davis know that the Archon had left, but he dared not move.

He knew he could not.

The new seal above was not merely a barrier. He was forced a assume any vibration above a certain threshold, any foreign movement on the plantʼs surface would draw the Archonʼs attention. Therefore, he could tell that exiting it became impossible.

Still, his fate couldnʼt be worse than Lady Thunderwraith.

He didnʼt know if she was enslaved or not, but knew she was definitely marked by the formation the Archon erected anew. He inwardly sighed, knowing his promise was no less than a fart now.

”Divine Emperor of Death… did you really die…?”

Davis could hear her trembling voice.

He imagined her having collapsed to her knees, clutching her bosoms as the terror finally set into her soul.

Even he could barely stop his heart from pounding heavily, although it was in overdrive due to actively absorbing Blood Quintessence Orbs and releasing blood essence to feed the plant lifeform.

Nonetheless, he couldnʼt respond to Lady Thunderwraith or risk getting caught.

He kept his mouth shut, and despite the surge of exhaustion filling his body, he forcefully kept himself awake and even cultivated, sending in and sending out blood essence like a blood slave.

ʼPerhaps the Archon knows Iʼm alive and intentionally hid the matter to make me do this and then deal with me decisively at the end…ʼ

Davis inwardly laughed at himself for falling into the other partyʼs plans. He didnʼt think he could outwit an old monster, but he had no choice but to hope he did! But most likely, he felt that he was being played like a fiddle right now.

Nonetheless, escape became impossible, and he couldnʼt stay put either. If he refused to cultivate, the firm and explosive blood energy with the blood-soul core of the Blood Realm Calamity would rip him apart from the inside. He used the bloodstream to form a delicate balance to defend and suppress it.

So he continued to do the only thing he could, beginning a forbidden internal cycle, merging the blood-soul coreʼs essence with his body, organs, bones, and meridians, enduring a painful tempering process.

As he did so, the seed of Blood Laws within the Chaotic Genesis Physique also started growing rapidly, like the time he had dual cultivation with Stella for the first time.

To anyone observing the plant lifeform from outside, they could only see that it was maturing rapidly.

But to him, it was incredibly painful, having to cycle between absorbing, sacrificing, and accommodating his bodyʼs own needs while his soul threatened to lose consciousness. It wasnʼt even the pain. The mental torture from withstanding this Exalt Grade bloodstream was so high that Davis wanted to kill himself.

He barely breathed, training like he was underwater. However, the bloodstream was also pure blood essence energy, so it wasnʼt like he couldnʼt absorb them, but drowning in them from being unable to withstand them with his energy was also possible.

Each second was excruciatingly slow.

The suffocating blood current pulsed around him, a constant reminder that even the tiniest lapse meant death. Then he would become a Ghost Will and be probably herded by Lady Thunderwraith, giving him a sense of amusement within this hell tunnel.

Davis stabilized the forbidden cycle for the seventh time, each loop slower and heavier than the last. His heart thrashed wildly in his chest, beating as though it were a war drum being played by a frenzied god. Every beat circulated the blood-soul coreʼs vicious blood energy through his meridians, organs, and bones.

His ribs creaked, his spine cracked, and his limbs twitched against his will.

But he did not allow a sound to escape.

He was submerged in agony, suspended in a living vein like a corpse drifting down a viscous river, yet his consciousness was stretched razor-thin, held together only by his sheer Will.

Outside, the plant lifeform thrummed with vitality as though celebrating its rapid growth.

Inside, Davisʼs suffering only grew in magnitude.

Blood Laws surged from the tempering, feral, violent, instinctive. They clashed with the Chaos, Destruction, and Space seeds in his Chaotic Genesis Physique. His middle dantian roared in resistance. Until the seed took complete form and became a Law Tree, he didnʼt think his suffering would stop.

The pain was indescribable.

His nail dug into the fleshy vein, leaving a crescent mark before it healed instantly. He could not risk losing focus or letting his consciousness slip; if he fainted, even momentarily, the circulation he set would collapse, and the blood-soul coreʼs explosive essence would detonate through his heart and meridians.

Death in a single instant.

He gritted his teeth hard enough to bleed through his gums, although it didnʼt make a difference since it was like tears mixing in a water stream.

ʼPain means Iʼm alive… pain means I can still struggle… pain is better than death.ʼ

To Davis, who can revive even in this mess, death was indeed better, but he forcefully convinced himself not to lose consciousness in order to strengthen himself and also escape. Otherwise, if caught, he felt like he might become an eternal blood slave as an undying.

He circulated again: absorb the bloodstream, refine the blood-soul core, use the two energies to maintain balance, and release the overwhelming blood essence he got from them, retaining minor amounts for himself, yet it was too much for him to contain as an Immortal Emperor.

Regardless, he had to… repeat again.

Each cycle felt like it lasted a year.

An unknown time later, the blood veins of the plant lifeform even twisted around him, adjusting to keep the internal pressure stable.

However, he instantly knew it was not protecting him because it pitied him, but because he had become its greatest source of nourishment. It craved his Chaotic Genesis Physiqueʼs blood essence that contained the perfect blend of chaos-destruction, just like the Blood Realm Calamity.

Davis even thought this plant lifeform was amazing to be able to absorb it and still keep itself calm without exploding. Like water splattering on a single point for many years and causing erosion, he thought he might possible make this plant implode, but unexpectedly, it kept up with him.

It created the doubt that this plant undoubtedly contained the chaos attribute, just like the Blood Realm Calamity.

ʼItʼs no wonder that Archon said it could increase his strength by a minor stage. The fruits must at least contain one-third of chaotic attribute within…ʼ Davis felt that it was a pity that he didnʼt have the chance to see them in his hurry.

As for why he guessed one-third, he knew the blood attribute was also one-third because of the extreme amount of blood that was going into its system to create the fruit. As for the last one-third, he already knew what it was since he couldnʼt help but feel like he wanted to sacrifice himself to the plant lifeform willingly.

After all, it was even helping him survive, but he realized the underlying issue.

Charm.

ʼIf it were alive, it could completely keep me in its grasp the moment I entered its range…ʼ

Davis inwardly shuddered, ʼFortunately, the Archon already seemed to have crippled its consciousness according to that Blood Realm Calamity…ʼ

He sighed in relief as he continued on with the cycles.

The plant lifeform exerted gently pressure to keep the bloodstream from overwhelming Davis. Eventually, a balance formed between the plantʼs feeding cycle and Davisʼs internal cycle.

But that balance came with a cost.

The more he stabilized himself, the more blood essence he offered.

The more he offered, the faster the plant matured.

The faster the plant matured, the sooner the Archon would return!

Davis understood this all too well, but he had no choice but to march onward on this path of desperation.

Some day, his eyes opened as he felt the plant lifeformʼs absorption had nearly stopped. It could only mean one thing. The fruits have matured, and it has stopped their absorption cycle, only maintaining the bare minimum.

ʼHow many years has it been…?ʼ

Davisʼs heart ached. Even at this time, he could only think about his wives who would be worried sick about him. At the same time, he wondered…

… did the spatial vortexes leading to the True Immortal World end up closing?