The Invincible Supreme Medical God

Chapter 772 - 444: Do Your Best_2

For the time being, Yan Xiaobao stared at the room before him. His face was cold and stern, while his heart beat irregularly. Stepping into a room like this seemed perilous, directly opposing everything he stood for, but he knew he had no other choice. He slowly stepped forward.

The moment he intervened, nothing happened. No energy began brewing, no traps were triggered. In fact, nothing whatsoever occurred. The room was identical to before. Another step into the room yielded the same result.

"Could the passing of time have caused the traps to fail?" Yan Xiaobao mused to Lan Feng, but the Phoenix was just as powerless as he was. Neither of them had even the faintest idea why the room felt so empty.

One step turned into two. Two became three, and soon he was nearly halfway across the room. Just as he reached the midpoint, a light at the center of the room flared to life, casting down a beam. It resembled the illumination often seen from a transmission, yet now, trapped within the beam, the young man discovered he couldn’t even move a single finger.

He let out a sigh, a deep sigh, his heart laden with an aching heaviness. "I wonder what awaits us," he said to the Phoenix within him, yet unlike before, the bird remained utterly silent.

Knowing he had no understanding of his current position, Yan Xiaobao simply sighed again as he awaited his fate. He hoped his luck would mirror that of others, who had entered prior rooms only to be transported back to the entrance, but deep down, he knew this was unlikely. Much to his dismay, he was becoming increasingly tense.

The light beam bore down, immobilizing the young man completely, leaving him unable to shift even an inch. He had lost control over his own body, his unease mounting by the second. No event transpired, nor was there any indication that he would be transmitted anywhere. As time stretched on, his worry grew: he might remain trapped here indefinitely.

He couldn’t even turn his head to discern whether other experts had made it to the room. As Yan Xiaobao began to resign himself to his fate, he started contemplating whether his aspirations had been overly ambitious; the treasures he had acquired in the tomb were invaluable, yet the price of failure was steep beyond measure.

"I might be able to find us a solution," Lan Feng said slowly, his voice fading gradually. He clearly had no desire to abandon hope, yet both he and Yan Xiaobao felt profoundly despondent.

"Alright, let’s wait a little longer," Yan Xiaobao uttered in a measured tone. "There’s a chance we’ll be transported elsewhere, but for the time being, we should be patient. We can’t yet predict what might transpire, though I suspect this beam cannot sustain itself indefinitely. We need to remember that despite being crafted by an expert, the creator has been dead for thousands of years. His spells cannot possibly retain the strength they had during his lifetime. Look at how weakened they’ve become so far."

"I appreciate your optimism," Lan Feng remarked dryly. The Phoenix understood his feelings; they all shared mutual frustration and fatigue. Yan Xiaobao’s words seemed apt, not only for himself but for the Phoenix as well.

"If we find ourselves in a dire situation, I do have one alternative—but it’s something we can only resort to if there are no other options. I am a Phoenix..." Just as Lan Feng was about to continue, he was suddenly interrupted as he sensed energy ripples emanating from the top of the light beam that entrapped them.

Yan Xiaobao and Lan Feng fell silent, focusing on the growing intensity of the energy ripple. As for what was causing it to escalate, neither of them could fathom.

"We can’t afford to die here," Lan Feng said slowly, his eyes shimmering. "If this turns out not to be a transmission array but rather some form of attack, I will have no choice but to rely on my strength to survive. I can’t guarantee what might happen, but rest assured, our vow remains rooted in my soul. I will ensure your promise is upheld," he pledged. His words left Yan Xiaobao confused.

Feeling bitter, Yan Xiaobao did not blame the bird that shared his body. Should the choice arise between both of them dying or only one surviving, they would both prefer the latter. Though Yan Xiaobao would rather Lan Feng survive, if he himself were to perish, he still wasn’t ready to face the end of his second life. Unlike his previous death, this time he wasn’t content; he felt restless and unfulfilled. Before he could once again sacrifice his life with a satisfied smile, he still had much to live for, many experiences awaiting him, and countless tasks left incomplete.

The energy ripples finally ceased their pulsating, coalescing into a massive visage. It was a face with closed eyes, deeply lined wrinkles, and flowing white hair. Gazing upon the face, Yan Xiaobao felt sheer terror. If he were able to move, his legs would have trembled uncontrollably, yet now he could only feel an odd gratitude for the beam that kept him firmly in place.

"I bet I frightened the life out of you, didn’t I, little thin one?" An ancient voice echoed from the wrinkled face. The closed eyes slowly began to open, revealing a pair of jet-black orbs filled with thousands of twinkling stars. Those eyes resembled nothing Yan Xiaobao had ever seen before; perhaps the closest comparison would be the enigmatic and looming eyes of laws he once encountered in divine realms.

"You are either exceedingly brave or remarkably foolish for entering this room. Nothing happens here; it’s obviously a trap. Anyone observing it would surely assume it’s a trap—yet still, you strode boldly into the room. Foolish? Perhaps. But I must admit, I have a fondness for foolish individuals. Only with a certain degree of recklessness can one achieve greatness in life."