The Divine Spirit has awakened!
Facing the gaze of the Divine Spirit, looking into those eyes as profound as the boundless starry sky, Old Divine Doctor suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, plummeting into an endless chasm, trembling with fear yet unable to move a muscle.
Even his perception and thoughts seemed frozen solid, as if about to explode, unable to bear that supreme pressure.
The gaze of a Divine Spirit!
Originally, Old Divine Doctor had harbored some doubts, but now he was convinced. This must be the legendary Deity of the Nine Heavens. Only the gaze of such an existence could be so terrifying, rendering him immobile.
Fortunately, the Divine Spirit's eyes soon turned away; otherwise, Old Divine Doctor truly believed he would have exploded on the spot.
Regarding Old Divine Doctor's momentary rigidity, the Clan Chief and several Elders present naturally sensed it. Though somewhat puzzled, they were more concerned that the Divine Spirit had finally awakened. They hurriedly stepped forward, kneeling on the ground, showing reverence and flattery: "Lord, are you feeling better?"
Seeing several unfamiliar, tall, and robust old men, the Divine Spirit looked over. His eyes were no longer profound but bright as stars, tinged with a hint of confusion.
He seemed puzzled as to why they were here.
A moment later, the Divine Spirit finally spoke, his tone somewhat bewildered: "Who are you? And where is this?"
Faced with the Divine Spirit's inquiry, the Clan Chief and the Elders dared not delay. They hastily replied: "We report to the Divine Spirit, we are people of the Barbarian Tribe. This is our Barbarian Tribe's village. Some time ago, Lord Divine Spirit, you fell from the sky for unknown reasons. It was Elder Wang Man and other Barbarian warriors who brought you back. You have been unconscious until today when you finally awoke."
"Some time ago?" The Divine Spirit nodded in confusion, trying to recall what exactly had happened. But the moment he tried to think carefully, he immediately felt as if his mind were about to explode, as if thousands of needles were piercing through, the pain deep into his marrow.
Only a few vague memory fragments flashed rapidly through his mind.
Scenes of earth-shattering, terrifying battles unfolded: a vast region spanning thousands of miles collapsed. He was covered in golden and crimson blood, constantly fighting and clashing amidst it all, battling over a dozen world-shaking supreme powerhouses. There was also a fearsome warship traversing the sky, indestructible.
But before he could fully recall, he groaned in pain, then stiffly fell back onto the bed, unconscious once more. A startling and eye-catching golden blood mark appeared between his eyebrows.
"Lord Divine Spirit, Lord Divine Spirit..."
The people in the room exclaimed in alarm. The Clan Chief and others urgently requested Old Divine Doctor to treat him.
However, Old Divine Doctor glanced a few times. Though skilled in some esoteric arts, he was truly apprehensive about the Divine Spirit. He shook his head with a bitter smile: "Clan Chief, Elders, do not worry. Lord Divine Spirit likely fainted again due to a relapse of his injuries. However, this old one dares not recklessly assess his condition. I can prescribe some medicine to calm the spirit and nurture the injuries, which may alleviate Lord Divine Spirit's wounds."
"Then we ask the Divine Doctor to prescribe the medicine." The Clan Chief and others had no other recourse. Faced with the Divine Spirit's injuries, even Old Divine Doctor dared not act rashly, fearing he might worsen the damage.
Soon, another three days passed. This time, the Divine Spirit only remained unconscious for three days before awakening again.
It could be seen that his eyes were filled with confusion, both puzzled and curious, as he looked around at everything here. They were clear and distinct, as pure as an infant's, untainted by any worldly impurities.
Now, the Divine Spirit was as pure as an infant.
Not long after, the door opened. A woman entered, holding a bowl of freshly brewed medicinal soup. Seeing the Divine Spirit on the bed had awakened at some point and was staring fixedly at her, she was greatly startled. She hurriedly knelt in panic, accompanied by reverence, and quickly said: "Forgive me, Lord Divine Spirit. I did not see you had awakened and intruded without permission. Please wait, I will call the Clan Chief and the Elders at once."
The Divine Spirit was about to stop her, but the woman had already left.
Soon, the Clan Chief, various Elders, and other high-ranking figures of the Barbarian Tribe hurried over. Seeing the Divine Spirit, who had risen from the bed and was frowning while drinking the medicinal soup, they immediately knelt and performed a grand bow. Only then did they cautiously ask: "Lord Divine Spirit, is your body feeling better?"
"Lord Divine Spirit?" The Divine Spirit pointed at himself, bewildered: "My name?"
The Clan Chief and Elders hastily shook their heads: "We lowly commoners do not know your esteemed name, Lord Divine Spirit. We merely dared to address you as Lord Divine Spirit. Please forgive our offense, Lord Divine Spirit."
The Divine Spirit seemed thoughtful. He touched the spot between his eyebrows, where there was a faint, shimmering crescent moon mark. Some special memories also seemed to surface in his mind. Almost subconsciously, he uttered: "Qian!"
"Qian?" The several people exchanged glances. Could this be the Divine Spirit's name?
"I am called Qian!"
The Divine Spirit nodded. This was his only remaining fragment of memory. As for other memories, they seemed forcibly sealed away due to certain events, inaccessible.
"Lord Qian!" Everyone immediately addressed him respectfully.
Qian hurried forward, helping the Clan Chief and Elders to their feet, saying: "Esteemed elders, please do not do this. This junior cannot accept such reverence. Please rise quickly."
"Lord Qian, you are a Divine Spirit. We cannot breach propriety." The Clan Chief and Elders dared not offend.
Such a figure stood high above, ranked among the Deities of the Nine Heavens. How could they, mere mortals, dare to profane him?
Only after Qian repeatedly urged them did they reluctantly agree, stipulating that next time they would not kneel, but they must still perform a bow. The rules could not be broken, for he was a Divine Spirit.
Qian could only offer a bitter, helpless smile, for even he did not know when he had become a Divine Spirit. Perhaps he had been a deity residing in the Nine Heavens even before losing his memory.
Moreover, listening to the Clan Chief and others' explanation, he had fallen from the Nine Heavens. When he appeared, there had been the roar of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning—a terrifying spectacle.
Qian was naturally bewildered, for he could not remember any of those memories at all.
Soon, Qian fell into a deep sleep again, for he felt his body was very weak, accompanied by waves of intense pain constantly surfacing. Finally, with a shudder through his entire body, a trickle of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Yet, astonishingly, it was not crimson blood at all, but golden blood, radiating a brilliant golden light, very eye-catching. This further convinced everyone that this Lord Qian before them was indeed a Divine Spirit.
This time, he only slept for two days before Qian awakened once more.
Only this time, the moment his eyes opened, they became profoundly deep—like the starry sky, like the abyss, like a Black Hole capable of devouring Souls.
"I am called Ye Chen!"
He had regained all his memories!