At the same time, Mu Yu's shattered internal organs and even his dantian were condensing and recovering at a miraculous speed. His cultivation gradually returned to its peak and even had a tendency to reach a higher level.
This scene is absolutely a miracle! A miracle of the living dead.
But such a miracle was achieved at a terrible price paid by Duanmu Yunchu.
Although they didn't know what exactly happened, everyone clearly saw that as Duanmu Yu gradually recovered, Duanmu Yunchu became weaker and weaker. His flesh and blood shriveled up to skin and bones, and his purple hair faded and then turned white.
"Brother Yunchu, you... "
Elder Yin's face turned pale as he watched this scene, his brows were twisted into a knot. Others didn't know what was going on, but he knew it very well.
But he could do nothing, let alone stop it, because Duanmu Yu was Duanmu Yunchu's grandson. The latter did this to save his grandson. What right did he have to stop it
"This is a living sacrifice."
At this time, the elders of the Medicine Pavilion also understood what was going on. Everyone froze again when they heard it, and they all stared at the scene in front of them in a daze.
"Using one's own life to prolong the life of one's grandson, is this family love?" At the same time, the old demon ape, who had recovered, was also quite moved when he watched this scene.
It should be noted that Duanmu Yunchu was a peak demigod and was about to become a ninth-level medicine god, but he risked his life for a supreme boy, putting aside family ties. Such a price can be said to be huge.
But no matter how big the problem was, no one at the scene raised any objection. Everyone thought the same as Elder Yin. After all, this was Duanmu Yunchu's own decision.
“Buzz.”
By the time the light talisman in Duanmu Yunchu's body finally dimmed, Duanmu Yu had completely recovered. His aura was stronger than before, and even his consciousness was instantly restored.
"grandfather?"
But when Duanmu Yu saw Duanmu Yunchu dying in front of him, he was stunned. After a while, he came to his senses and carefully held Duanmu Yunchu's shoulders and asked anxiously, "Grandpa, what happened to you, Grandpa..."
Duanmu Yu didn't dare to use any strength at this moment, for he was afraid that he would crush his grandfather to pieces and break him apart, and then he would no longer have a grandfather. But even so, Duanmu Yunchu's breath was disappearing quickly.
“Duan… Duanmu Yu, you… you are… the last… bloodline of my Duanmu family. You must… live… and wait until you are… deified… and then avenge me…”
Duanmu Yunchu finished his instructions in a voice so weak that only a few people nearby could hear it, then he closed his eyes with infinite regret and reluctance, and even smiled kindly before leaving.
"Grandpa, Grandpa..." Duanmu Yu hugged Duanmu Yunchu tremblingly. After a long while, he let out a sad howl into the air, "Grandpa—"
Hatred!
pain!
Blame yourself!
This was Duanmu Yu's strongest feeling at the moment. He only hated himself for being useless, which was why he was caught by Zhao Tiansheng, why he had no power to fight back in Zhao Tiansheng's hands, and why he killed his grandfather.
He hates it, he hates it...
But no matter how much he hated it, the fact was that Duanmu Yunchu was dead, the Netherworld was almost destroyed in this battle, and the surviving servants soon dispersed.
Because young master Duanmu Yu was not qualified to make them submit. Even those who were reluctant to do so shook their heads and left when they thought of his past arrogance and rudeness.
Such a young master is not worthy of their service. Following him will only result in him being beaten and scolded every day. Why bother with such thankless work? It is better to leave cleanly.
but…