Another Dimensional Immortal Cultivation Tale: The Divine Doctor Against the Heavens

Yunhai and Mohai were so shocked by the scene in the temple that their jaws almost dropped. Before they could react, the powerful force, which was like a black hole in the universe, suddenly turned into a suction force, like an invisible, starving monster opening its bloody maw, and suddenly pulled them into the depths of the temple.

The suction came so suddenly that Yunhai and Mohai were like two small leaves drifting in a gale, completely unable to control their bodies.

"Oh my god, what's going on? It feels like I'm being grabbed by an invisible giant hand! This hand is so strong, I'm being pulled like a pretzel!" Yunhai shouted as she was being dragged around. Her voice buzzed through the temple, carrying a mix of panic and curiosity. In this empty and mysterious place, her voice seemed to come alive, running around everywhere, hitting the walls and bouncing back, creating a very strange sound.

Mo Hai gripped Yun Hai's hand tightly, his grip as strong as an iron clamp, trying to steady himself. "Baby, don't be afraid, I'm here! Let's see what this is all about. If it's a game, we'll play along. I want to see who's behind this." His eyes held surprise, but even more so, unwavering determination, like a towering mountain, becoming Yun Hai's most reliable support in the face of this sudden turn of events. His gaze seemed to say, no matter the danger, he would never let Yun Hai suffer even the slightest harm.

Drawn by the suction, the two of them "whooshed" through a long, mysteriously glowing passage. This passage was like a time tunnel connecting different worlds, with the surrounding light resembling stars in the universe, colorful and mysterious.

The walls of the passageway appeared to be made of some kind of ancient and mysterious crystal. Each crystal emitted a soft light, and within the light, there were faint shadows flowing, like little elves trapped inside hopping around.

The floor of the passage was uneven, with some slightly undulating patterns. These patterns resembled ancient runes. When their bodies slid across the floor, the runes would light up with a "whoosh," releasing a tiny bit of spiritual energy fluctuation, like gently tickling the soles of their feet, making them feel a little itchy.

A thin layer of mist floated in the passage, the mist a pale color, like dreamy ribbons intertwined. Every now and then, blurry figures would flash through the mist, like ancient immortals dancing joyfully, or like mysterious little monsters peeking out.

These figures vanished in a flash, leaving only a faint, lingering aura—an aura mingled with ancient fragrance and mysterious danger, inspiring awe. The walls on either side of the passage were covered with all sorts of strange and unusual patterns, each like a mysterious code, concealing ancient and enigmatic information.

Some were small monsters with human bodies and snake tails, holding magical herbs. These herbs emitted a peculiar light, like flowing liquid, shimmering with various bright colors such as gold, silver, and purple, as if they possessed the magic to bring people back to life.

The leaves of the fairy herb have fine veins, like naturally formed magic circles, each vein radiating a mysterious power. The little monster's eyes are lifelike, as if staring at passersby, revealing a mysterious intelligence and majesty.

Some of the people there were winged beings tending to the wounded; their wings were colorful, as if they were made from the most beautiful feathers in the world.

With a flap of its wings, it scatters shimmering powder, which, upon landing on the wounded, instantly heals their wounds and leaves their skin smooth. The winged being also emits soft beams of light from its hands, like warm sunlight, but finer and more wondrous. Wherever the light shines, not only do wounds heal, but a faint aura surrounds the injured person, as if they have been infused with new life.

The patterns looked as if they were telling ancient and mysterious stories, or as if they were guiding them to a place no one knew.

"Hey, these drawings seem to be hinting at something. Could they be related to medicine? Look at that herb, it might be a very precious medicinal material. And that winged person's healing technique looks amazing. I wish I could learn it!" Yunhai blinked, trying hard to find clues in the patterns. She was like a curious little child, full of curiosity about everything around her, her eyes shining with excitement, as if she could already see the great treasure hidden behind these mysterious patterns.

Wow, they finally arrived at a huge circular hall. The dome of this hall was ridiculously high, almost reaching the sky, and it was inlaid with many glowing gems. These gems formed mysterious constellation patterns, as if telling everyone the secrets of the universe.

In the center of the hall was a stone platform emitting a soft glow. On the platform sat a very, very old book. The cover of the book was so worn that it was in terrible condition. The mottled marks were like fingerprints left by time, as if to say that it had a very long history.

However, on that tattered cover, one could still vaguely make out the four characters "Medical Immortal's Sacred Scripture," each character seemingly alive, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

Surrounding the text were incomprehensible runes, flickering like fireflies in the night sky, as if protecting the book and preventing others from approaching. The lines of the runes were winding and crooked, like mysterious incantations or an ancient language, quietly conveying some message.

"Wow, this looks like a treasure!" Yunhai exclaimed happily, immediately letting go of Mohai's hand and running towards the stone platform.

Her steps were light and quick, her eyes fixed solely on the mysterious book, as if the whole world had vanished, leaving only her and that sacred book that might hold countless medical secrets. But before she could even touch the stone platform, spiritual energy barriers suddenly appeared around her. These barriers were like transparent glass walls, but much harder than glass.

The barrier was flashing with colorful lights. When the sea of ​​clouds crashed into the barrier, it was like hitting a very elastic rubber wall, and it was bounced back hard.

"Ouch, it hurts so much! What kind of rubbish is this? It won't let me touch it. It's like a delicious food that I can only look at but not eat. It's so torturous!" Yunhai rubbed her bottom and looked pitifully at the barriers. Her little mouth was pouting, just like a wronged little baby.

Mo Hai came running over, curiously looking at the barrier. He frowned, his eyes filled with vigilance.

"Wow, this is definitely a protective shield, and a super powerful one at that. We need to find a way to break it. We can't just mess around, or we might trigger an even more terrifying mechanism." He muttered to himself as he carefully poked at the barrier with his sword. As soon as the sword touched the barrier, it emitted a series of hissing electric sounds, and spiritual energy crackled and scattered everywhere like fireworks. However, these fireworks looked rather frightening, making him feel uneasy.

Just as they were scratching their heads in frustration, a clear voice suddenly echoed through the hall. The voice seemed to come from all directions, or perhaps it resonated directly in their minds, making it impossible to pinpoint its source. "To obtain the Holy Scripture, you must solve the riddle. The difficulty of medicine lies in saving those who seem beyond saving. If you can cure ten people with terminal illnesses, the Holy Scripture will naturally appear. Remember, time is limited. If you haven't completed it by the deadline, you'll never leave." The voice reverberated in the hall, each word like a tiny hammer, making their hearts itch with anticipation.

"Oh dear, isn't this deliberately making things difficult! Where are we going to find ten terminally ill patients? And they have to be cured within a specified time? This is too hard!" Yunhai wrinkled her little nose, but her eyes shone with a fighting spirit, like a burning little flame. "Hmph, it's just a terminal illness, I don't believe I can't cure it. I am the miracle doctor Yunhai, what disease can defeat me?" She clenched her little fists tightly, cheering herself on.

So, Yunhai and Mohai left the temple and began searching for people suffering from terminal illnesses in various planes.

The first place they arrived at was a village shrouded in a dark curse. This village seemed to have been forgotten by the world, surrounded by a thick layer of black mist. From time to time, eerie roars could be heard from the mist, as if demons were lurking in the shadows.

The people here are all afflicted with a strange disease, their bodies gradually petrifying, starting from the feet. The petrification process seems to accelerate, visibly spreading upwards. Once the petrification reaches the heart, a person dies; life becomes so fragile under this terrible curse. The villagers have fallen into despair. Some are already lying in bed, their eyes vacant, awaiting death. Their bodies are like cold statues, only their faint breaths proving that they still have a sliver of life.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we're here to save you!" Yunhai shouted with a smile. Her voice was like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, dispelling the dark fog and illuminating the pitch-black village. Her voice was full of vitality and enthusiasm, stirring up ripples in the villagers' previously lifeless hearts.

Yunhai began to carefully examine the patient. She activated the medical space system and adopted the method of visual diagnosis, her eyes scanning the patient's expression and breathing meticulously. Her brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a mosquito, then relaxed, as if she were chatting with the patient's body. She then searched the area around the village for potentially useful medicinal herbs.

She was just like a diligent little bee, flying around in the grass and among the trees, not missing any nook or cranny where medicinal herbs might be hidden.

Mo Hai, meanwhile, calmed the villagers by telling them amusing stories about cultivating immortality in a gentle voice, dispelling their fear. His voice was like a soft spring breeze, gradually easing the villagers' tension.

After some research, Yunhai was astonished to discover that this petrification disease was actually caused by a dark curse and poor blood circulation in the body. It was like an enemy attacking from within and without, leaving the body defenseless.

So she decided to use a two-pronged approach, combining acupuncture and medication. She retrieved specially made silver needles from her medical space system. These needles shimmered in the sunlight, radiating spiritual energy; each one seemed to come alive, humming as if responding to the call of the clouds. She deftly inserted the needles into the patient's acupoints, her movements as smooth as silk, completed in one fluid motion.

At the same time, she chanted incantations, performing magical arts to guide the spiritual energy in the silver needles to greatly unblock the patient's blood and qi. Her voice was like a mysterious incantation, floating in the air, each syllable carrying a powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy.

Next, relying on her experience, she concocted a special medicinal soup. The soup emitted a rich aroma, a blend of various precious herbs, such as the mellow fragrance of thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and the refreshing scent of Tian Shan snow lotus. The soup bubbled and boiled in the pot, like hope bubbling away.

However, during the treatment, we encountered quite a few minor troubles. Some patients' conditions were so severe that as soon as the acupuncture needles were inserted, their bodies began to react violently, as if some force within them was stubbornly resisting the treatment. The patients' bodies trembled like leaves, and the beds creaked and groaned, as if a little demon was wreaking havoc inside them. On another occasion, while decocting the medicinal soup, the herbs suddenly mutated. The once calm medicine pot instantly turned into a lit powder keg, churning wildly, and the liquid splashed everywhere, almost causing a major explosion.