# Chapter 1743: Heavenly Wound Heartbreak (Part 2)
He Ling's form materialized beside Yun Che. She looked down... For the first time, after appearing, she stood dazed and did not speak to Yun Che.
Her hands clasped before her chest, a faint green radiance shimmered in her palms as the true form of the Heavenly Poison Pearl emerged.
Compared to when Yun Che had awakened in Liu Yun City twenty years ago, the Heavenly Poison Pearl was no longer dim. Instead, it overflowed with emerald heavenly brilliance... and traces of Heavenly Poison Divine Radiance that, in the ancient era, would make even gods and demons tremble at the sight.
As the Heavenly Poison Divine Radiance gradually brightened, He Ling's emerald-long hair suddenly danced, and her pupils became increasingly filled with that same radiance.
At this moment, the fragile tenderness that made her so pitiable completely vanished. As her gaze slowly descended, a world-shaking might silently released itself.
It was a Heavenly Poison Divine Might originating from the Heavenly Poison's very source, surpassing the level of all living beings in the present world. Like an ancient divine maiden appearing before the world, descending with the divine light of judgment. Before He Ling in this moment, anyone—any living being—would tremble uncontrollably under the soul-piercing chill, except for Yun Che.
When the Heavenly Poison Divine Radiance blazed to its peak, He Ling's hands finally parted slowly. As her palms descended, a formless, shadowless, soundless heavenly poison mercilessly fell.
Its name—Heavenly Wound Heartbreak!
The Heavenly Wound Heartbreak Poison—a name that made all gods and demons of the ancient era tremble in fear.
Although its terror could not compare to the "Myriad Tribulations of Oblivion" unleashed jointly with the Evil Infant Myriad Calamity Wheel, it was still a poison capable of slaying gods.
The original poison spirit of the Heavenly Poison Pearl had died. Even after recovering the poison source in the Cang Yun Continent, the slowly restored poison power was only the lowest grade of mortal poison.
But after He Ling sacrificed herself and became the perfect poison spirit of the Heavenly Poison Pearl, the Heavenly Poison Pearl was reborn. Its source poison, "Heavenly Wound Heartbreak," began to regenerate anew.
In particular, after Yun Che began dual cultivation with He Ling, his understanding of the Void Law made no progress, but the recovery of He Ling's poison power accelerated significantly.
In this respect alone, he could be considered a furnace for He Ling to restore her poison power.
Although, in the current chaos, the level of "Heavenly Wound Heartbreak" was destined to be incomparable to the ancient era, and its recovery speed was extremely slow... Still, it was a poison from a Mystic Heaven Supreme Treasure, capable of slaying gods!
Even if its poison power was less than one percent of its former self, even if only a faint wisp remained, it was still a terrifying existence surpassing the understanding of the present age, far beyond the endurance limits of any mortal being.
The poison power of "Heavenly Wound Heartbreak" touched the barrier of Fantian Imperial City but passed through without the slightest hindrance, landing at the city's center. As the emerald radiance in He Ling's eyes continued to shine, it gradually radiated throughout the entire Fantian Imperial City.
As the highest-level poison of its time, Heavenly Wound Heartbreak was formless, colorless, and tasteless. And because its level was so high, even a Divine Emperor could not detect it before it entered the body. Thus, it was even "soundless."
Fantian Imperial City, the highest sacred ground of the Eastern Divine Region's profound way, remained completely silent. The celestial poison's aura spread little by little through the city, but from beginning to end, not a single person noticed.
Gradually, the entire Fantian Imperial City was almost completely shrouded in the poison aura of Heavenly Wound Heartbreak.
Yun Che lifted his eyes to look at He Ling. This matter had to be done by He Ling's own hands. He would never forget the pain and almost despairing darkness in her eyes when she heard that He Lin and her clan members had all perished... That kind of pain, he had experienced himself.
Nor would he forget the look in her eyes when she resolved to transform into the Heavenly Poison poison spirit for revenge.
Gradually... his brow twitched slightly.
The Heavenly Poison Pearl's radiance had dimmed noticeably, but the emerald light in He Ling's eyes remained icy cold.
Her complexion began to grow faintly pale, and her hands trembled slightly. Yet the release of "Heavenly Wound Heartbreak" showed no sign of stopping. After covering the entire Fantian Imperial City, it continued spreading outward from the city into the surrounding Fantian Divine Realm.
"He Ling?" Yun Che called out. "That's enough. Stop now."
But the spread of the celestial poison aura did not cease. The Heavenly Poison Divine Radiance in her eyes blazed with desperate intensity. Her lips moved slightly, producing a very soft voice: "The people who killed my parents... is it possible they are... outside the Imperial City..."
Yun Che's heartstrings tightened violently. He quickly reached out and grabbed He Ling's noticeably trembling arm. "Don't think about that now! You're overdrawing your poison power, and even your own spiritual power. Stop immediately."
Four years ago, Yun Che had asked Qianye Ying'er, who was under his slave mark: Who exactly from the Fantian God Realm had pursued and killed the Wood Spirit royal clan back then?
Qianye Ying'er's answer was "I don't know." She also gave her own judgment: That person's level was probably not very high. Otherwise, the Wood Spirit clan chief and his wife would not have been able to let He Ling and He Lin escape by blowing up the Wood Spirit Pearl.
These words were clearly etched deeply into He Ling's heart.
"Level not high"—could that mean outside the Imperial City? Could it be...
In her memory: the residual light of her parents' Wood Spirit Pearl explosion... one patch of slaughtered clan members after another... He Lin's heartbreaking cries... and the devastating news that extinguished the last hope in her heart...
Her gaze became so chaotic. The Heavenly Poison Pearl in her hand still released its poisonous aura with desperate force. He Ling, who was usually so obedient before Yun Che and never knew how to refuse, for the first time disobeyed his command. The unstoppable Heavenly Wound Heartbreak spread rapidly beyond Fantian Imperial City into the surrounding territories, spreading further and further...
Finally... I have the power of revenge...
Finally, this day has come...
The vengeance for my parents, the hatred for my clan...
They all deserve to die...
All of them deserve to die!
Her pupils, her hands, trembled more and more violently. Her fair countenance rapidly drained of all color. Gradually, her emerald gaze grew wild...
Faintly, strands of dark radiance—something that should never appear in a Wood Spirit, especially a royal Wood Spirit—began to seep in.
The Heavenly Poison Pearl's radiance grew weak and chaotic. The originally colorless, formless poison aura began to show traces of an abnormal dark green.
"He Ling... He Ling!!"
Yun Che's shout echoed through He Ling's sea of consciousness. He dared not hesitate any longer. He lunged forward, forcibly interfering with the Heavenly Poison Pearl through his own will, forcing back the poison power the pearl was still desperately releasing.
The Heavenly Poison Pearl's light completely faded. The emerald radiance in He Ling's eyes finally dimmed. She stared blankly ahead, her weakened body slowly falling backward.
Yun Che extended his arm and gently caught her, holding her close... After a long time, the chaotic, dark light in He Ling's eyes finally regained color and focus.
"Master..." she murmured softly, as if waking from a nightmare. "Just now... was I... so terrifying..."
Yun Che shook his head, holding her tenderly in his arms.
"Just now, I actually disobeyed Master's words, and I wanted so badly... to kill everyone... everyone..." Mist in her eyes condensed into tiny teardrops. She buried her head against Yun Che's chest, her shoulders twitching gently. "Father, mother, Lin'er... if they can see from heaven, will they... hate and fear me like this..."
"Of course not." Yun Che's palm gently stroked her trembling, delicate shoulders. His voice was the softest he had spoken since returning to the Eastern Divine Region. "You have wronged no one. It is the world that has failed your Wood Spirit clan."
Even though she had once sunk into utter darkness and despair, even though she had willingly become the Heavenly Poison's poison spirit out of boundless hatred and the determination for revenge... the goodness in her nature had never been extinguished. It still deeply bound her vengeful heart, breeding a burden of guilt too heavy in her soul.
"They are proud of you. They are honored by you." Yun Che held her tighter. "Because you have done the most remarkable thing in the history of the Wood Spirit clan."
"The future of the Wood Spirit clan, because of you, will never be bullied again." He spoke these words with unwavering certainty.
Tears stained her cheeks. A faint smile curved He Ling's lips. She wanted to speak, but her consciousness grew uncontrollably hazy.
Under severe depletion, as her spirit relaxed, she fell into a deep sleep in Yun Che's arms.
Sending He Ling back into the Heavenly Poison Pearl, Yun Che pointed his finger and left a faint-aura sound transmission formation in the air.
He cast one last glance downward, a faint, cold smile on his lips. Then, under the concealment of Shadow Concealment, he flew away.
From beginning to end, the Fantian God Realm had not detected his arrival, nor did they know that Fantian Imperial City was already enveloped in the terrifying "Heavenly Wound Heartbreak."
An hour later, a proud, arrogant voice echoed through the skies above Fantian Imperial City, left behind by Yun Che's formation: "Qianye Fantian, enjoy the great gift this Demon Lord has personally prepared for you, hahahaha!"
The moment the voice sounded, several figures shot into the air, arriving in an instant near where Yun Che had been. They frowned as they looked at the sound transmission formation that had appeared without anyone noticing, their faces growing uglier by the second.
Yun Che had actually come to their Fantian Imperial City, left a formation, and not one of them had detected it!
How could their hearts not tremble?
The sound transmission formation continued releasing Yun Che's voice: "However, this Demon Lord will grant you one chance to submit and live—only one chance!"
"But only seven days!"
"After seven days, either submit for eternity... or die with no place for burial!"
Boom!
The sound transmission formation dissipated. The assembled Fantian Kings all furrowed their brows deeply, exchanging glances.
At that moment, Qianye Fantian's form appeared in the air. His face was equally dark and gloomy.
"Your Majesty," said the Fifth Fantian King. "Should we immediately search for Yun Che? He might still be hiding nearby."
"No need." Qianye Fantian's voice was low, his expression dark as an abyss. Yun Che's words clung to his soul like a curse.
"Is Your Majesty worried about the transmission Yun Che left behind?" the Second Fantian King said, retracting his divine sense. "I have conducted a thorough investigation. Within the Imperial City, there is no abnormality. His words are probably just an empty threat."
Empty threat? Not to mention Qianye Fantian, most of the Fantian Kings found it hard to believe... After all, the tragic scenes of the Zhou Tian God Realm and the Yue Shen Realm were still fresh in their minds.
And before those events, no one would have believed that the Zhou Tian God Realm could be bloodily slaughtered in a single day, or the Yue Shen Realm annihilated in an instant.
"It might also be to provoke the covetous Nanming Shendi," said the First Fantian King. "Although Nanming Shendi has not gone far, he won't act rashly. But if Yun Che suddenly imposes a 'seven-day' limit, and Nanming learns of it, he might panic and act recklessly."
At these words, the assembled Fantian Kings frowned and nodded in thought.
At that moment, the Tenth Fantian King, Qianye Zixiao, rose into the air. The wounds on him caused by dark profound force were largely healed but not fully recovered. After arriving, he said directly, "Your Majesty, this matter cannot be taken lightly. Perhaps this is Yun Che's revenge for the Yin Xue Realm incident!"
Qianye Fantian frowned for a long time before saying, "Although our Fantian is different from Zhou Tian, in the current situation, we can no longer simply wait and see."
"On the Nanming side, after learning of the Yue Shen Realm's fate, they should understand that the demon's terror far exceeds expectations. Whatever the reason, now is not the time for mutual destruction."
Qianye Fantian turned his gaze: "It is time to meet with Nanming."
It was also time to stir up the Southern Divine Region to launch a full-scale counterattack against the Northern Domain demon.
At that moment, his gaze suddenly froze, locked straight onto Qianye Zixiao... Then, as if struck by a needle, his pupils suddenly constricted.
"Your Majesty?" Faced with Qianye Fantian's sudden fixed stare, Qianye Zixiao was momentarily confused, completely unaware that his own eyes... were covered in a layer of eerie green light.