plumnovel Chapter 490 If you can't beat me, just hide! What can you do to me?
Chapter 490 If you can't beat me, just hide! What can you do to me?
With his mind clear, Chen Fan waved his hand dismissively!
Immediately, a pile of radishes, spirit rice, and spirit stones accumulated over the years appeared in front of him.
He grabbed a handful of high-grade spirit stones, and a golden light emanated from his palm. Pure spiritual energy poured into his parched meridians like a river flowing backward.
The radish and spirit rice were also refined into the purest vital energy, repairing the damaged body and soul.
After being nourished, the languid nascent soul slowly opened its eyes.
Feeling somewhat recovered, Chen Fan gritted his teeth and immediately began to absorb, refine, and restore the energy.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Fan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
My spiritual power has recovered to 70%, which, while not at its peak, is enough to put up a fight.
He stood up, and his divine sense, like a gentle stream, cautiously probed out of the golden bowl.
Outside, the blood-red hall remained deathly silent, but the malevolent and violent atmosphere in the air was more than ten times stronger than before!
The patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect was clearly enraged!
"Young man... do you think that by hiding in the treasure, I can't do anything to you? How naive!" The hoarse roar seemed to echo directly throughout the hall, causing Chen Fan, who was in the golden bowl, to tremble slightly.
Chen Fan's mind raced, and he dared not delay for even the slightest moment.
He activated the golden bowl with all his might, and a barely perceptible ripple spread across its surface.
While the Soul Refining Sect patriarch was busy covering the entire hall, Chen Fan immediately manipulated the golden bowl to transform into a speck of dust, and darted out through the weakest gap in the intertwining of the hall's array and sealing power!
"Hmm? Trying to escape!" The patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect immediately noticed, and a surge of color rushed to his withered face.
Ignoring the backlash from the seal, he unleashed a fierce aura, and countless blood-red threads shot out from his body, spreading like living things to every corner of the Soul Refining Sect ruins!
However, after searching the entire hall, Chen Fan was nowhere to be found!
"A seal that has lasted for ten thousand years... cannot hold me back! Once I recover my cultivation, I will surely extract your soul and refine your spirit, seizing that supreme treasure!"
Upon realizing this, the Soul Refining Ancestor immediately roared in anger.
The number of blood-red threads spilling from its body also suddenly increased dramatically!
He no longer confined himself to the main hall and began a frantic search throughout the entire Soul Refining Sect!
At the same time, the terrifying pressure of divine consciousness washed over every inch of the hall like a tangible tide!
Outside the side hall, the spatial freeze had long since dissipated, but none of the eleven Nascent Soul cultivators, including Young Master Wang, Daoist Qinglian, and Zhou Shan, dared to move, nor could any of them escape.
The entire ruins of the Soul Refining Sect have been shrouded in the malevolent domain of the sect's patriarch, making them as impenetrable as an iron barrel.
"No...no!" A Nascent Soul cultivator from the Lingxi Sect was the first to be entangled by the blood-red threads. Amidst his miserable screams, his essence, blood, and soul power were forcibly extracted, turning into a streak of blood light that disappeared into the direction of the main hall.
His body quickly withered and turned into skeletons.
"Grandmaster, spare our lives! We are willing to serve you like dogs and horses!" Young Master Wang's face turned pale, and he could no longer care about the demeanor of a young master from a noble family. He begged for mercy in a hoarse voice.
"Serve me? Fine!" The Soul Refining Sect patriarch's voice was icy and ruthless. "Go find him! Find that old eunuch! Otherwise, you will be my first blood sacrifices to restore my cultivation!"
The blood-red threads split apart, like branding marks, and were imprinted on the foreheads of the remaining ten people, including Young Master Wang and Daoist Qinglian.
As excruciating pain shot through them, they were horrified to discover that their souls had been sealed, and their lives were now entirely in the hands of their ancestor.
Several others, such as Zhou Shan and the Heavenly Fiend Ancestor, were directly entangled by even thicker blood threads. Their surging vitality and soul power were forcibly absorbed, turning them into blood slaves to replenish the Ancestor's cultivation. Their eyes quickly dimmed, and they became emaciated.
Chen Fan, hiding in the dust formed from the golden bowl, watched all of this without being disturbed.
He knew full well that going out at this moment would mean certain death.
Although the patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect had been sealed for ten thousand years, his cultivation had fallen to the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and using his power would exacerbate the backlash of the seal and the decline in his cultivation, dealing with these Nascent Soul cultivators was still as easy as crushing ants.
"Hide, that's all we can do." Chen Fan calmed down completely.
The flow of time within the Golden Bowl differs from that outside.
A month in the bowl is equivalent to only three days in the outside world. This is his greatest asset.
Chen Fan simply stopped paying attention to the bloodshed outside, withdrew his divine sense, and devoted himself entirely to recovery and cultivation.
After consuming large amounts of spirit rice and radish, his spiritual power began to increase little by little, and his injuries gradually healed.
He even began to organize his insights from breaking the formations, especially those sealing formations that were strikingly similar to the original runes of the Fixed Word Technique.
Three days passed quickly outside, while a month had passed leisurely inside the bowl.
When Chen Fan opened his eyes again, his cultivation had returned to the peak of the mid-Nascent Soul stage!
After adjusting himself to his optimal state, he did not rush out, but instead cautiously probed with his divine sense.
Inside the ruins of the Soul Refining Sect, the stench of blood was so thick it was almost unbearable.
Young Master Wang, Daoist Qinglian, and the others were like headless flies, frantically searching every ruin and every passageway under the ancestor's death warrant. They were all terrified and exhausted.
The aura of the Soul Refining Sect's patriarch seemed even more violent than it had been three days ago, but it also revealed a hint of weakness that was difficult to detect!
Forcibly breaking through the seal, unleashing supernatural powers on a large scale, and mobilizing blood slaves come at a huge cost.
With a slight thought, Chen Fan controlled the golden bowl, which had turned into dust, to avoid the searching Nascent Soul cultivators and slowly drift away in the opposite direction from the main hall.
He remembered that when he was breaking through the formation earlier, he had passed by several seemingly abandoned side halls and caves, where there might still be relics left behind by the Soul Refining Sect.
The ruins are vast, with a continuous stretch of palaces and buildings. Although many are now in ruins, one can still glimpse their former glory.
Chen Fan moved like a most patient ghost, little by little.
Not daring to use his spiritual power, he relied entirely on the golden bowl's ability to conceal itself.
Beneath the ruins of a partially collapsed alchemy room, Chen Fan quickly discovered several buried jade bottles. The runes on the bottles were dim, but inside there were still a few pills that had not completely decayed.
The medicinal fragrance was faint, yet it exuded an ancient and pure aura. He carefully enveloped it with his divine sense and absorbed it into the bowl.
In a dusty corner of a transmission hall, he found several bone fragments of a special material, with incomplete cultivation techniques engraved on them using the power of his soul. They were clearly fragments of some secret technique of the Soul Refining Sect for controlling souls.
Chen Fan only glanced at it briefly, but sensed its profound and sinister nature. Nevertheless, he put it away.
After all, knowing yourself and your enemy is not necessarily useless.
The most important discovery was deep within the ruins of what resembled a library. It was protected by a more powerful remaining array, which, though dilapidated, still blocked most of the destructive power.
Relying on his understanding of the Fixed Word Technique and the formations he had learned from breaking the formations before, Chen Fan painstakingly and painstakingly spent several days in the bowl to quietly break through a gap without alerting the outside world.
The interior was not filled with mountains of books as one might imagine; most of them had already turned to ashes.
But on the most central jade platform, a dark golden jade slip lay quietly. On the surface of the jade slip, a complex rune slowly flowed, faintly connected to the aura of the core sealing formation that enveloped the Soul Refining Sect!