Battle Through the Heavens: He possesses extraordinary comprehension and is born a Battle Emperor!

Chapter 95 Can you heal my wounds?

Just then, Xiao Chong dodged the sandworm's huge claws with a side somersault. His keen eyes caught sight of a slightly dull scale on the sandworm's abdomen, where an old scar was hidden, faintly glowing as if telling a story of a forgotten past.

"Your injury..." Xiao Chong suddenly stopped and stared intently at the wound. "I can feel its pain. Let me try; perhaps I can help you."

The sandworm abruptly halted its attack, its massive head lowering as it scrutinized the tiny human with its deep, dark eyes. For the first time, a hint of curiosity flickered in its voice: "You? A mere human, capable of healing my ancient wounds?"

"Try it and you'll see. Although I, Xiao Chong, am not very talented, I have quite a bit of experience in alchemy." Xiao Chong stood still, slowly spreading his hands, full of confidence.

"Hmph, if you're really capable, I might give you a chance. But remember, if you fail, you'll face a punishment far worse than death." The sandworm's tone carried an undeniable authority.

Xiao Chong smiled slightly and took out a delicate little bottle from his pocket. Inside was a crystal-clear liquid, a healing elixir he had carefully prepared. "This is my specially made 'Healing Elixir.' While it can't guarantee immediate results, it has an incredible restorative effect on old injuries."

He approached the sandworm cautiously, each step taken with extreme care, as if afraid of startling the enormous creature. "Trust me, we don't need a blood oath; our actions will prove everything."

After a moment's hesitation, the sandworm decided to give the human a chance.

Its massive body curled up slightly, exposing the old wound to Xiao Chong. Xiao Chong gently uncorked the bottle and evenly applied the spiritual liquid to the wound. A faint fragrance wafted out, and the air seemed to be filled with a warm and healing power.

"How are you feeling?" Xiao Chong asked softly.

The sandworm remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, its originally dull scales seemed to come alive, shimmering with a subtle luster. A faint green light began to emanate from around the wound, a sign of life's revival.

"Incredible..." The sandworm's voice rarely revealed a hint of surprise. "You do have some skills, human."

The sandworm said to him, "However, to obtain the essence of sand, three conditions must be met."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Chong raised an eyebrow slightly. These three conditions sounded both mysterious and challenging, perfectly matching his yearning for the unknown. "Tell me in detail what these three things are? And how do we obtain them?" he pressed, his eyes gleaming with determination and curiosity.

The sandworm slowly unfurled its coiled body, its enormous eyes reflecting the faint moonlight shimmering on the yellow sand. Its deep voice echoed through the silent sea of ​​sand:

"The soul of the leaf is the essence gathered on the night of the full moon from the leaves of the oldest desert tree, the 'Shadow Sycamore.' This tree grows beneath the shifting sands, hidden at the end of time, and only those truly recognized by it can find its trace."

"As for the breath of water, it is not a real water source, but a rare treasure hidden deep beneath the sand dunes, formed by the fusion of millennia-old ice and scorching sand. Every time night falls and the sandstorm stops, there will be a faint, elusive, moist scent in the air, and that is what you are looking for. But beneath this ice lies a deadly danger; a slight misstep will lead to utter destruction."

"Finally, the Hand of Glow is the most mysterious existence in the desert—Dawn Dew. It only condenses when the first ray of sunlight at dawn pierces through the sand mist and shines on a special sandy area, as fleeting and brilliant as the morning star. This dew contains the purest energy from the depths of the desert, and collecting it requires immense patience and good fortune."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Chong felt a surge of heroic ambition. "No matter how difficult it is, I will definitely give it a try!" His words were resounding, and his eyes burned with an indomitable flame.

"Commendable courage, human." For the first time, a hint of approval appeared in the sandworm's tone. "But remember, every treasure has a guardian, some cunning, some fierce. You must be both wise and brave to overcome all obstacles."

"Then let me see just how powerful the so-called guardian is!" Xiao Chong smiled confidently, his gaze piercing through the endless yellow sand, as if he could already see the thorny path to success.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight pierced the darkness, Xiao Chong and Zi Yan were already fully prepared and embarked on their journey.

He not only yearned for the "essence of sand," but also harbored a passion for exploring and conquering the unknown.

The first battle, the shadow of the phoenix tree.

Sunlight spills onto the ancient, shadowy sycamore tree, bathing this mysterious giant in a golden glow. The intricate patterns on its bark seem to record the secrets of time, each growth ring an unsolved mystery.

Xiao Chong and Zi Yan stood under the tree, gazing up at the towering sycamore tree, their eyes filled with awe and reverence.

"This tree is even more magnificent than I imagined," Zi Yan exclaimed softly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, as if eager to uncover the secrets of this giant tree.

"Yes, the Guardian's Trial is indeed extraordinary."

Xiao Chong nodded, his sharp gaze sweeping around, trying to find a way to enter the Shadowy Wutong.

"Ziyan, let's split up and search for any clues."

The two began to search carefully around the tree trunk. Time passed by, and just as they were about to meet up and discuss the matter without success, Zi Yan suddenly exclaimed.

"Brother Chong, come and see, this place seems a little different!" Zi Yan's voice was filled with excitement and nervousness. She gently touched a protruding carving on the tree trunk with her fingers. It was a seemingly ordinary vine pattern, but compared with other patterns, it appeared more delicate and slightly warm.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Chong rushed over and saw that the vine pattern under Zi Yan's finger was slowly rotating. Accompanied by a low mechanical sound, the trunk of the shadowy parasol tree slowly parted, revealing a hidden door.

"It seems your opportunity has arrived." Xiao Chong smiled at Zi Yan, his admiration evident in his eyes.

Zi Yan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she bit her lower lip, stepping nervously through the door. Xiao Chong followed closely behind, and the moment they entered, the door slammed shut, shutting out the outside light.

Behind the door was a winding stone staircase leading downwards, flanked by luminous pearls that emitted a soft glow, providing essential illumination for this path leading to the unknown.

At the end of the stone steps was a wide open space with a huge mirror in the center. Countless reflections of them were shown in the mirror, as if they had entered an infinite loop world.

"This is... a spatial illusion?" Xiao Chong frowned, knowing full well that in this environment, one could easily lose oneself if one was not careful.

(End of this chapter)