The Invincible Supreme Medical God

Chapter 725 - 425: A World of One’s Own

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Before the sun broke through the sky again, the night passed quickly. "Two more days," he mumbled to himself as he straightened his body. It had been a long time since he last spent a night outside, and the cold had made his body stiff.

Once again, he sat down and began channeling his flames infused with spiritual energy through his body, neither too fast nor too slow. He had managed to determine the perfect speed yesterday, but even so, this pattern wasn’t easy to create. His failures far outnumbered his successes.

With the park grounds shaking repeatedly, a booming roar could be heard after each tremor. Each time, Yan Xiaobao would spit out a mouthful of fresh blood and then wipe his mouth with a stubborn expression.

At times, he would sit down to meditate, then take medicine to allow the inner medicine to heal his injuries. After that, he would return to practicing the sacred Sun Flames once more.

Sitting still, a frown appeared on his handsome face as small beads of sweat gradually rolled down from his chin. The young man felt strong energy waves; at first, they were tiny ripples, but now they had turned into scorching heat waves rolling out like a plough cutting through the earth.

The heat waves began to shift slowly. No longer spreading outward, they instead gathered upward and spiraled into a vortex. As the energy gathered, a miniature sun began to take form. At first, it was quite small, but with the overwhelming heat radiating from the sun, its intensity grew until it became astonishingly immense.

The accumulated energy ceased increasing the size of the mini-sun. Instead, ripples of energy flowed outward like small flames. Everything in their path was reduced to ashes. As the fiery pulses exceeded Yan Xiaobao’s anticipated range, several enormous trees were obliterated.

The sun didn’t last long. Before it exploded, only three or four ripples burst forth from it. The explosion blinded Yan Xiaobao’s eyes and was far louder than any sound he had ever experienced. Everything turned white, and after the booming detonation, it seemed like all sound had vanished. He found himself in a realm of his own—a world filled with pure white light and complete silence.

Slowly, the fading sound returned just like the diminishing light. Looking around, Yan Xiaobao stared in astonishment. He now stood within a massive crater, at least twenty meters across. Within the crater, ash was visible here and there, clearly remnants of trees and other objects that had been obliterated.

As Yan Xiaobao examined his surroundings, he heard a commotion coming from one side of the mansion. Turning back, he saw what was happening on his path. Servants, maids, guards, and even Xu Biao and Deng Wu were rushing toward him, their faces alarmed and weapons in hand.

They all came to a halt, staring at Yan Xiaobao and the devastation around him, unable to guess the reason for such destructive power. A smile appeared on the young man’s face. It was his first time successfully creating the sacred Solarflare spiritual art, and he realized it could become even stronger. The power was already enough to resist weak martial power attacks, and if he managed to perfect his skill, it should be able to contend with medium martial power techniques.

The next three days passed in a blur. While Yan Xiaobao managed to perfectly form a sacred Sun Flames sun, the next attempts didn’t go as smoothly. Some exploded before they could fully take shape, while others failed completely, causing Hui Yue considerable torment. Most simply dissipated into the air.

At first, it was quite difficult, with only one in ten attempts succeeding. But over time, he nearly perfected his technique. After three days of practice, every so often he would achieve the perfect execution of the skill, though other attempts merely summoned a smaller sun that, while dangerous, was not as powerful as the perfected version.

It was early morning when Yan Xiaobao had just absorbed Yin Energy from the cool moonlight. He then stood up, his expression turning solemn. After leaving the mansion, he walked swiftly toward the Blacksmith Shop, excitement bubbling within him for what was about to happen.

Upon his arrival, he was surprised to see the door standing open. Entering, he found Cou Ling and the young man waiting for him. The woman’s face was evidently full of hesitation, an indescribable fear lingering deep within her.

"You took long enough to get here," she complained as she reached behind the counter to grab a few storage stones. Gesturing to Yan Xiaobao, she signaled him to follow her out the door.

The young man didn’t question her and immediately followed. Though he had many questions, seeing the discomfort on the woman’s face, he chose not to ask. He was certain that if he needed to know something, she would tell him.

The three of them moved together through the city until they arrived at the East City Gate. Despite the early hour, there was already a constant stream of caravans, horse carts, merchants, citizens, and adventurers. A group of mercenaries was working together, taking on tasks ranging from escort missions to venturing into nearby mountains in search of beasts and medicinal herbs.

Looking around, Yan Xiaobao enjoyed the bustling atmosphere. But as Cou Ling picked up her pace and began running past the crowded areas, she showed no interest in the lively scene. Following behind her, Yan Xiaobao couldn’t quite understand where they were headed.

The three of them ran for most of the early morning. They passed through several villages, farmlands, and forests before finally arriving at a desolate area. The place was rocky and barren, with hardly any vegetation in sight.