Long Chen temporarily retreated, but during the retreat, the surrounding black sky had already vanished, revealing the terrain before him.
"This ..."
Long Chen realized that, at some point, he had strayed off course and had taken a long detour to the back door of the battlefield's core.
Before entering the Wind Domain battlefield, both Feng Xinyue and Ye Lingkong had solemnly instructed them to enter the core area through the main gate, which is the Gate of Life.
The core of the Wind Domain battlefield is the source of cursed power, the place where Feng Wuji wields supreme spells.
Feng Xinyue had said that the spell Feng Wuji cast was a type of Eight Gates Divine Curse.
The so-called Eight Gates refer to the Eight Gates: Rest, Life, Injury, Block, Scenery, Death, Shock, and Opening—a profound art Long Chen had never encountered before.
Among the Eight Gates, there are three auspicious gates and three inauspicious gates. The three auspicious gates are opening, resting, and birth; The Three Inauspicious Gates are death, fright, and injury; Jing Gate and Du Gate are neutral, neither auspicious nor inauspicious.
The Life Gate among the Three Lives Gate is the most auspicious among auspicious ones, while the Death Gate among the Three Inauspicious Gates is the most inauspicious among misfortunes.
Since the opening of the Wind Domain battlefield, the disciples of the Wind God Sea Pavilion have always followed the path of life, never deviating for countless years.
On one hand, the Wind God lineage could sense the aura of the Life Gate; on the other hand, trying to take other gates was not so easy, since it would be too far to take, so no one had ever strayed from the route.
Long Chen couldn't sense the Gate of Life, but he followed the predetermined direction, walking straight ahead, yet somehow somehow he ended up here.
In other words, Long Chen had circled half a circle around the core of the Wind Domain battlefield, arriving at the Death Gate.
This situation had never happened even among the disciples of the Wind God Sea Pavilion, but even the strong figures from other factions had never encountered it, because the location of the Life Gate was too easy to find.
Long Chen knew very little about the Eight Gates; he only knew that they encompassed everything, representing eight directions, eight attributes, and even eight interconnected, endlessly cyclical laws.
As for anything else, Long Chen knew nothing about it, but he knew the Gate of Death was absolutely impossible to enter. Yet he had entered it by chance, and everything felt as if it were a mysterious force—too strange.
Fortunately, he had returned from the spatial passage, and fortunately, Huo Ling'er and Lei Ling'er were protecting him. Otherwise, Long Chen would have either perished in the chaotic battlefield or been torn apart by the monsters in the Wind Domain battlefield.
"If we rush over now to join Wan'er and the others, it probably won't be too late. They won't be waiting for me and will surely think I entered the Wind Domain battlefield first.
We've come this far, we can't back down. This dead-end gate—no matter what, we have to try it."
Long Chen had already made up his mind. Since he was here and had been through such dangers, what was there to fear?
After he led Huo Ling'er and Lei Ling'er back a short distance, Long Chen began to use the power of the chaotic space to heal his injuries, while also seizing the opportunity to restore the power of the stars.
However, after returning to the Wind Domain battlefield, Long Chen began to feel somewhat unaccustomed. The Heavenly Dao was merciless and no longer favored him. He even felt that the power of the Heavenly Dao seemed to be destroying his wounds, intentionally or not, preventing them from healing.
"The heavens are still the same heaven, but the Dao is no longer the same as before. Who is controlling the Heavenly Dao?" Long Chen gritted his teeth, but was helpless.
He activated the power of chaotic space, but Long Chen found dozens of wounds on his body, making them extremely difficult to heal.
"Demon Clan, Blood Clan, Demon Clan, Nether Clan..."
Long Chen looked at the wounds on his body, clearly remembering who had left most of them.
A small part was when Long Chen was extremely weak. At that time, he was completely in a semi-conscious state and couldn't remember who had injured him, but from the lingering aura from the wounds, he could tell which race had left the mark.
"We're all traitors. Just you wait. I'll take note of these accounts for you first." Long Chen gritted his teeth. He didn't care about the physical pain, but betrayal was a hatred that left a deep mark on the heart.
Long Chen seemed to understand how the human race fell from the sacred altar of universal respect during the chaotic era. The traitors of the human race played a crucial role.
Long Chen didn't dare think any further. His frail body caused his thoughts to become confused and his mind unfocused. If this continued, his injuries would only worsen.
After swallowing a pill, Long Chen closed his eyes and focused, but countless images flickered wildly in his mind—all of them of what he had experienced on the chaotic battlefield.
Long Chen desperately gathered his mind, and finally, those chaotic images slowly faded. His spiritual platform gradually cleared, and his mind finally calmed down.
When Long Chen entered a meditative state, his nearly depleted star power began to slowly revive, like a withered tree regaining its spring. Without Long Chen needing to activate it, it started to operate on its own, absorbing the starry energy of heaven and earth on its own.
Long Chen didn't need to do anything; what he needed to do was empty his mindset, placing himself in an ethereal state and achieving absolute relaxation. Only in this state would the chaotic space's restorative ability be at its strongest, allowing essence, energy, and spirit to be balanced and restored.
Day after day passed, and Huo Ling'er and Lei Ling'er took turns guarding Long Chen. When one was guarding, the other returned to the chaotic space to quickly recover.
In this battle, both of them were severely weakened. There were too many demons at the time, and they nearly couldn't hold on.
Fortunately, in the chaotic space, countless demon corpses had accumulated. The life energy they released was absorbed, and the Fusang Ancient Wood and the Taiyin Wood provided Huo Ling'er with endless flame power, helping her recover quickly.
Lei Ling'er was no less impressive. After these corpses were devoured, they released a certain amount of thunderous power, which she could absorb directly.
However, what allowed Lei Ling'er to recover so quickly was not the power of thunder, but the mysterious ancient vine still in its seedling stage.
On the ancient vine, endless black lightning coiled around it. The thunder was wild and terrifying, even Lei Ling'er felt fear.
She had tried to communicate with the ancient vine, but it had always ignored her. However, this time, she entered in extremely weak, and for the first time, the mysterious vine felt a desire to summon her.
As Lei Ling'er approached, a tender leaf suddenly stretched out and slowly pressed against her hand.
At that moment, Lei Ling'er shuddered all over. A vast surge of thunder power surged into her body, and although she had nearly exhausted all her thunder power, she recovered fifty percent in an instant.
Lei Ling'er could hardly believe her eyes. She now possessed nearly endless thunderous power, and this tiny ancient vine could instantly restore fifty percent of her strength.
Fifty percent of her strength—if she were to recover on her own, it would take at least three days, and only when her thunder power was extremely strong.
Lei Ling'er and Huo Ling'er recovered quickly, and after seven days, their strength had returned to its peak state.
It took Long Chen a full ten days to fully recover, but the wounds on his body remainedCountless scars had been scarred, and this time, even the power of the chaotic space couldn't remove them.
Long Chen looked at the scars, his eyes filled with cold killing intent: "That's for the best. They can constantly remind me of those beasts who betrayed the human race."
Long Chen stretched his muscles and bones. Although he was left with countless scars, he seemed to be reborn, his strength advancing once again—an unprecedented leap in size.
"Let me have a meeting with that guy."
Long Chen strode forward, heading straight for the Death Gate, where a terrifying presence nearly killed Lei Ling'er and Huo Ling'er.