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Chapter 474. The Light of Healing
"Buzz—!"

A deep hum resonated from his palm, and a surging emerald green light, like a beautiful flower, burst forth from Jiang Jianxin's palm.

"Om-"

The halo spread rapidly, instantly and gently enveloping her entire body.

The light was not dazzling, but it carried a gentle power that nourished all things and pierced through the gloom.

Wherever the green light reached, the countless grotesque carbon bomb wounds on his back and even his entire body writhed, grew, and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The excruciating pain that penetrated to the bone receded like a tide, replaced by a warm and vibrant sense of life that spread from the depths of the marrow.

It's like the parched, cracked earth welcoming its first spring rain; every cell is joyfully stretching and reviving.

A slight tremor ran through Jiang Jianxin's heart.

Back in the cultivation world, she did have medical assistance, but medical assistance in the cultivation world mainly involved throwing pills and sprinkling medicinal powder, which was ultimately a little bit lacking in timeliness.

This healing power was unfamiliar and powerful, instantly flowing through her limbs and bones, washing away all fatigue and trauma. Its intensity was overwhelming, almost giving her the illusion of being reborn.

The power surged and roared through his meridians once more, more solid and abundant than before the injury.

She took a deep breath, and then her gaze first fell on the vase.

Through the cold, blood-stained porcelain wall, Andorra's broken body was immersed in dark red, his breath as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

With a slight thought, Jiang Jianxin felt a wisp of green light surrounding him split off as if it had a mind of its own, condensing into a tangible stream of pale green light that quietly seeped into the vase and wrapped around Andorra's severed limbs and his eyes, which were glazed over from blood loss and pain.

Where the light penetrated, the intense pain melted away like ice and snow, transforming into a deep, tingling, and warm sensation that penetrated to the bone marrow.

The tissue at the cross-section begins to creep and proliferate at a speed visible to the naked eye, with the bones extending out first. They slowly emerge from the fracture, following the proportions and curves of the human body, outlining the rudiments of the arm and leg bones.

Next, pale pink new skin enveloped the newly formed muscles and bones, and at the junction with the original skin of the torso, the color gradually transitioned and eventually merged into one.

Nails, hair, subtle skin texture... all details are quietly perfected under the nourishment of green light.

The entire process was so quiet that only the faint hum of flowing light could be heard, containing a life force that was deeply moving.

Andorra kept his eyes tightly closed.

He could clearly feel the lost parts returning, and his heavy, numb body becoming "whole" again.

Finally, when the last fingertip was perfectly reshaped, the green light surrounding him shone slightly before gently receding.

"Click...pop".

A soft sound.

The vase shattered and rolled to the ground. Andor landed on the cold, rough ground, his body swaying involuntarily.

The newborn limbs are somewhat unnatural and have not yet fully adapted to bearing the weight and maintaining balance of the body.

Andor looked down at his intact hands, which trembled slightly.

Then he slowly raised his head.

Tears welled up without warning, washing away the bloodstains on her face.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He just stared intently at Jiang Jianxin, who was enveloped in soft green light, with his eyes that had regained their vitality.

It was as if we were looking up at a miracle that had descended from the depths of despair.

A distant yet intense sense of familiarity suddenly struck the depths of his chaotic consciousness.

The luster of that light, the warmth of that feeling, quietly overlapped with an almost forgotten image from the depths of my memory, a symbol of holiness and redemption.

His cracked, bloodied lips trembled as he used the last vestiges of strength he had regained to utter weak murmurs:
"Light...it's light...the Holy See..."

"Vera... Your Highness...?"

Jiang Jianxin never expected that after so many years, he would still be able to recall the name from back then.

However, the third time around, the figure was a historical figure, so it's normal that he's remembered.

Jiang Jianxin patted his shoulder and whispered in his ear:

"I'll go and fight it in a bit. You run in the opposite direction... I've already killed the monster outside..."

"Just run, don't look back, and you'll get out." Andor nodded weakly, then hesitated for a moment and whispered:

"You're going out too."

Jiang Jianxin did not answer that question.

Because she was sweating a little.

Yu Zhijia kept quiet, but little did she know she had secretly made such a big enemy.

Whether she can escape depends on what the preordained family plans.

Jiang Jianxin felt both confident and somewhat uncertain.

I am confident because I believe in the abilities of the prophets.

Even those who are just window dressing have great faith in the abilities of their operators.

"call……"

Jiang Jianxin took a deep breath and turned to look at the vase-like figure again.

Her kick just now cracked open the vase-shaped figure's head, revealing an empty, blood-red severed neck inside the vase, a sight that looked both eerie and terrifying.

"Self-healing techniques..."

The vase-shaped figure emitted a sharp, cold laugh, and Jiang Jianxin couldn't immediately figure out which organ was making the sound.

But none of that matters anymore.

With a burst of speed from his feet, Jiang Jianxin shot out like an arrow, his right fist clenched, aiming directly at the joint between the remaining neck and the broken vase.

A barrage of carbon bullets rained down from the darkness once more, but she neither dodged nor evaded. The faint green healing light remaining around her shone brightly as she withstood the impact of the bullets, pushing her speed to its limit.

"boom--!"

The fist struck with a solid, resounding impact, and the remaining shards of porcelain shattered and scattered.

But Jiang Jian's heart sank.

Something's not right. It's going too smoothly, like a trap that's been waiting for a long time.

Sure enough, the seemingly solid remnant vase structure softened abruptly the moment the ring was attached, and rapidly spread upwards along her fist, enveloping and even solidifying it.

A tremendous adhesive force came and locked her entire right arm tightly.

Almost simultaneously, a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds came from above, and the darkness of the ceiling suddenly burst open like a festering wound.

Countless vases of different sizes and shapes seemed to be overturned by an invisible hand, crashing down upon us.

"Wow..."

The sheer number and speed of the attack made it unavoidable.

"Boom—!"

Jiang Jianxin, along with his stuck arm, was instantly swallowed up and buried by the torrent of cascading vases.

The sounds of porcelain colliding, shattering, and piling up were incessant, and in the blink of an eye, a small mountain of teetering vases was built up.

"Hehehe... I told you, I would take your head."

"You can't escape."

The shrill voice rang out again, carrying a cruel pleasure akin to a cat toying with a mouse.

And it was precisely in that instant before he was completely buried and his senses were shut down that Jiang Jianxin suddenly realized—

The source of that sound... did not seem to be the person in the vase in front of them.

It is more distant, more hollow, as if it has pierced through many obstacles.

From beyond this closed, dark...

(End of this chapter)