Chapter 136: Escaping the Spacetime of the Land of Light
Seeing this, Longze immediately understood Zero’s intention. Zero was about to send him directly into another dimension.
At the same moment, Zero anxiously grabbed Longze, then with all his strength, hurled him into the fantastic temporal tunnel.
“I’m sending you to the time and space where we first met!” Zero shouted urgently.
He had no intention of going with Longze. If both of them went together, the unstoppable Chouda would surely follow and enter the temporal tunnel as well.
Therefore, Zero had to stay behind to block Chouda!
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Right then, Chouda’s attack came crashing in!
“Boom!”
At the exact moment Longze was thrown into the temporal tunnel by Zero, Chouda’s strike hit him with deadly precision.
“Zero! You must survive!” Longze cried out through the searing pain.
He knew that Zero’s temporal traversal was no mere spatial shift; it involved the immense forces of both space and time.
After using this ability once, Zero needed time to recover before he could use it again.
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Chouda showed no mercy. His goal was to capture Longze alive, but he certainly didn’t intend to make it easy for him.
Zero’s eyes burned with determination, energy surging wildly as a sacred white light enveloped him—his radiant form.
Then, a deafening explosion shattered the air...
The radiant form clashed with the fully restored entity of Chouda!
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Inside the temporal tunnel, violent energy waves pulsed—the residue of Chouda’s strike.
Longze was nearly unconscious, his chest energy meter flashing wildly as he was passively swept through the tunnel.
His body was barely responsive; pain radiated from every muscle and organ, as if countless tiny serpents gnawed within, or like a thousand arrows piercing his heart—agonizing beyond words.
Chouda’s blow was terrifying, inflicting tremendous harm on Longze.
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The malevolent energy from Chouda’s attack churned violently within the tunnel, distorting the surrounding walls into chaos.
Through his weary, milky-colored eyes, Longze took in everything, though he had no idea what was happening or what might come next.
A blinding flash erupted, and darkness engulfed Longze’s vision. He slipped completely into unconsciousness.
“Zero... you must... survive!” That was Longze’s last conscious thought before fading away.
Time passed unknowingly. In his transformed state, Longze, still unconscious, safely emerged from the temporal tunnel, dissolving into several streaks of violet light that dispersed into the world.
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When Longze awoke again, he found himself lying on a narrow white hospital bed, his body wrapped in bandages. His left arm was in a cast—he was almost mummified!
Still weak, Longze struggled to lift himself and speak but could only part his lips to emit faint, hoarse sounds.
He sighed inwardly and resigned himself to lying back down to rest.
“It seems I’ve returned to the time and space where Xiaoxiang is, just as Zero said.”
“I wonder how Xiaoxiang is now...”
“And what about Zero... will he escape Chouda’s clutches?”
As Longze pondered, the door creaked open. A petite nurse with fair skin and a neat row of bangs stepped inside, carrying a tray of medical supplies, ready to begin her routine care.
This ward was filled with patients diagnosed as vegetative, and she was responsible for their care.
Humming a light tune, she seemed cheerful as she prepared to tend to the patients.
“Ah, I wonder if any of these poor souls will ever wake up,” the nurse sighed softly, a trace of sadness in her voice.
Every morning, she hoped to see someone awaken from the endless silence.
She was clearly a kind-hearted nurse.
Unlike others who might treat this as a mere job, indifferent to whether patients recovered or not.
“Cough, cough...” Longze forced a few coughs, trying to attract her attention. His body was too weak to speak clearly or move much.
The nurse was attending to a patient beside Longze’s bed. Hearing the faint coughs, she paused, brushed her bangs aside, and muttered, “Is that just my imagination?”
Then she resumed her care, thinking she might be overworked recently.
Longze heard her words and rolled his eyes in frustration before coughing again with renewed effort.
Startled, the nurse immediately stopped what she was doing and turned to look at Longze.
His deep, dark eyes stared directly at her.
The young nurse froze, then suddenly dashed out of the room.
“Doctor! Doctor! The patient in bed number two is awake!”
“The patient in bed number two has come back to consciousness!”
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Soon, hurried footsteps echoed down the usually quiet corridor outside the ward. The young nurse and a middle-aged doctor in a white coat rushed inside.
The doctor was astonished to see Longze weakly blinking and looking at him.
Though Longze had been unconscious for barely ten days, he had been officially diagnosed as a vegetative patient, with almost no chance of waking on his own.
Yet now, while frail, his eyes shone brightly with sharp intelligence.
“A miracle!” the doctor exclaimed after a stunned silence.
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Longze was soon transferred to a regular ward, though the bandages remained.
Upon examination, he learned he had multiple soft tissue contusions, a fractured left arm, and a concussion.
He had collapsed in front of the hospital late at night, frightening the on-duty staff.
The hospital had covered his medical expenses out of necessity since no contact information for his family or friends could be found.
Overall, the hospital was compassionate, unlike some that refuse treatment when patients cannot pay.
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“Surviving such a calamity means good fortune awaits,” Longze comforted himself silently.
In the days that followed, Longze’s recovery astonished his attending doctors, progressing at a speed beyond normal comprehension.
However, as his health improved, the hospital unceremoniously discharged him—because Longze had no money.
He wasn’t angry; after all, they had treated him for free for so long, which was more than he could have hoped for.
Instead, he felt grateful to this hospital.