Chapter 292: Memory Repair, Heavenly Dao Authority
Without a grade, it meant that its effects worked on all living creatures, regardless of their level of cultivation.
However, the limitation of the Death Soul Spirit Jade was much greater than that of the Merit Golden Light. For now, other than using it to repair the memories of departed souls, no other uses could be seen.
Chu Zheng looked it over carefully and, unexpectedly, he was startled. An invisible aura was constantly emitting from the Death Soul Spirit Jade, and in just a few short breaths, the Crystal Jade in Wu Tong's hand had shrunk by a size.
"The reason why the Death Soul Spirit Jade is so rare is that it cannot be preserved for long. Once removed from the Soul Origin Pool, it will dissipate quickly. Even sealing it can only delay the process temporarily."
Noticing the change in Chu Zheng's expression, Wu Tong offered an explanation, then stretched out his hand into the void and searched for a while.
In the end, he picked up six more pieces of Death Soul Spirit Jade and without wasting any time, he led Chu Zheng straight back.
Moments later, the two left the Vast Universe and returned to the Wooden Nest they were in before.
Wu Tong took Chu Zheng directly to the grand hall where the Netherworld Phoenix was imprisoned, took out all of the Death Soul Spirit Jade, and urged with slight impatience, "The Death Soul Spirit Jade dissipates faster once away from the Vast Universe. We must hurry."
There was a lack of his usual calm in his expression, tinged with a bit of unrest, and even a touch of fear hidden within it.
Worried that the hope that had emerged might fall through.
Chu Zheng said nothing further, took the Death Soul Spirit Jade into his hand, sliced his fingertip, squeezed out a droplet of Essence Blood, and remotely placed it on the Netherworld Phoenix's forehead as a medium to activate the repair panel.
The evil Qi inside the great hall was extremely abundant, refreshing the repair panel a total of twenty-seven times.
After exhausting all the repair attempts, the current batch of Death Soul Spirit Jade had also completely dissipated.
"You can absorb such a large amount of evil Qi for your own use?" Wu Tong showed some surprise in his eyes.
With cultivation like his, he was extremely sensitive to changes in the energy around him. In the instant just passed, the amount of evil Qi Chu Zheng had consumed would have overwhelmed any creature newly entered into the Eighth Realm, assimilating them completely, yet Chu Zheng seemed almost unaffected.
Even a Yin Corpse would be eroded by the evil Qi, at best only fairing slightly better than ordinary creatures. In essence, a Yin Corpse and the Evil Demons in the Vast Universe were not the same kind of beings.
For a Yin Corpse, evil Qi was more like a secret medicine that could excite the body for a short time, but long-term use would also harm the body.
However, Wu Tong could not see any trace of evil Qi having lingered on Chu Zheng's body, which was, without a doubt, somewhat inconceivable.
But at this moment, he had no desire to explore this further. Without waiting for Chu Zheng to answer, he turned his gaze away, looking toward the imprisoned Netherworld Phoenix, his eyes swirling with a dark green, embodying hope:
"How is it? Does it work?"
Chu Zheng hesitated for a while and then shook his head, "Hard to say, I haven't tried this before and can't guarantee it with absolute certainty."
Twenty-seven repair attempts were just a drop in the bucket for the Netherworld Phoenix's repair progression bar, which was as high as thirty thousand.
Moreover, he discovered something rather unwelcome: repairing memories did not garner him any experience points.
This meant that if he was bound here for a long time, repairing the Netherworld Phoenix's memories, a lot of time would be wasted.
Although his main body was currently refining worlds and he had plenty of time amidst the trials, Chu Zheng didn't want to waste it in vain.
This trip to the Vast Universe, all told, lasted less than an hour, and apart from some information, Chu Zheng hadn't gained any other benefits, which was somewhat regrettable this time.
At least he had gained some understanding of the Vast Universe, not like before when he knew nothing at all.
According to messages transmitted from the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield, Shang Cangyun had already entered the Vast Universe; it was just unclear what his current circumstances were like.
Judging by the clues from before, since Shang Cangyun had actively withdrawn into the Vast Universe, he surely held quite a few bottom cards.
For a moment, Chu Zheng felt the inclination to withdraw and thought he should find a way out of here. If all else failed, he could initiate the Heavenly Tribulation and fall under its punishment, then choose another incarnation to go through tribulation again.
His journey had allowed him to reach the level of an Eighth Order Repair Master, and to whittle away so much Tribulation Qi; it had not been in vain.
Wu Tong did not notice Chu Zheng's dark surge of thoughts. He stared at the Netherworld Phoenix in the cage, hesitated slightly, then extended a finger and emitted a ray of Spiritual Light straight into the Spirit Platform Bai Hui of the woman in black.
A few breaths later, the woman's eyelids trembled lightly and slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was unfocused, and her expression was filled with bewilderment.
"Cloud Pill?"
Wu Tong couldn't help but step forward and softly called out, his voice slightly unsteady, his fingers hidden in his sleeve trembled uncontrollably.
Following this soft call, the woman in black came to her senses. Her face shifted from bewilderment to ferocity, and killing intent boiled in her eyes, as she let out a high-pitched phoenix cry from her throat:
"What evil technique have you used on me now?! Do you think by weaving some bizarre memory illusions, I would believe you?! If I get the chance to return to the Vast Universe, I will kill you!"
The thunderous yells stirred into a powerful wave, and Wu Tong was momentarily stunned, forgetting to protect Chu Zheng. In an instant, Chu Zheng was flung away, his body as if crushed by the stars, every bone in his body fractured.
Black blood splattered out, and the Repair Master's panel went into overdrive to maintain Chu Zheng's battered body, preventing him from blowing apart on the spot.
For the first time, Chu Zheng deeply understood the saying about the misfortune of bystanders when calamity strikes.
"It really worked!"
Wu Tong came back to his senses, eyes brimming with ecstasy. Without wasting words on the woman in black, he reached out and knocked her unconscious, then rushed back to Chu Zheng:
"I was distracted for a moment and neglected you, please don't blame me!"
He personally helped Chu Zheng up, a surge of immense pure Yuan Qi continuously flooded into Chu Zheng's body, almost bursting him.
Before Chu Zheng could collect himself, Wu Tong spoke again, making a significant vow:
"If you are willing to continue helping me repair her memories, I owe you a favor. No matter what it is in the future, as long as it's within my capabilities, even at the cost of my life, I will do it for you!"
He was well aware of the relationship dynamics between them; being in the Chaos Sea, he could pose no threat to Chu Zheng's true form.
In other words, he currently had no means to compel Chu Zheng; he could only exchange Chu Zheng's favor with sufficient benefits.
Upon hearing Wu Tong's words, Chu Zheng, who was initially ready to leave, underwent a slight change of heart.
A titan from the Realm of Ancient Myths, comparable to an Immortal Emperor and second only to an Immortal Ancestor—if used appropriately, his impact could be immeasurable.
Before Chu Zheng could speak, Wu Tong once again offered a condition Chu Zheng could not refuse:
"I know that your journey here was initially for undergoing tribulation through an incarnation. Now that I control the Heavenly Dao's authority in this realm, I can ensure that you cross your tribulation safely and reach Seventh Order Perfection before stepping into the Eighth Realm."