UGB Chapter 513 Beyond the Seal! Enemy Attack!
Chapter 513 Beyond the Seal! Enemy Attack!
The moment the array pattern cracked open, the scene before Chen Fan's eyes changed drastically.
The familiar yet oppressive aura of the sealed land behind them receded like a tide, replaced by a dry, scorching current carrying a faint smell of sulfur.
He took a step forward, his foot landing firmly on solid ground.
It is land.
The land is dry, cracked, hard, and barren.
Chen Fan did not rush to retract the foot he had stepped out. Instead, he first pushed the power of the golden bowl to its limit and completely concealed his aura before slowly scanning his surroundings.
Thousands of miles in the red land.
As far as the eye could see, the earth was cracked like a spider web, and a faint dark red light shone from the depths of the cracks, as if lava was still slowly flowing deep underground.
There were no trees, no grass, not even a single sea buckthorn, the most drought-resistant plant, to be seen. The sky was a hazy gray, not the dark red stained by blood and evil spirits of the sealed land, but a purer, more desolate gray, like the void left after the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had been completely drained by some force.
The wind was strong, whipping up sand and dust that splattered against our faces.
Chen Fan stood still, his face beneath the bamboo hat expressionless.
He slowly released his divine sense.
The divine sense of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is like an invisible net, spreading out in all directions.
Ten li, one hundred li, three hundred li, five hundred li...
Wherever his divine sense passed, all that remained was deathly silence.
There were no living creatures.
There weren't even any insects, ants, rats, or rabbits that should exist deep underground.
This barren land seemed to have been completely wiped out of the world by some terrifying force.
Chen Fan withdrew his divine sense, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.
His divine sense continued to probe downwards.
Three zhang below the soil layer, abnormalities began to appear.
There lingered a faint yet strangely eerie energy fluctuation. It wasn't spiritual power, nor malevolent energy, but rather an aura he had never encountered before, one that carried the power to destroy everything.
This aura was extremely faint. If he hadn't cultivated the Fixed Word Technique, which gave him a far greater perception of the various forces in the world than other cultivators of the same level, he probably wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.
Chen Fan squatted down and placed his palm on the cracked ground.
The gray-white light of the Fixed Word Technique flashed in his palm and disappeared in an instant. He used the true meaning of Fixed Word Technique to sense the traces of power remaining deep in this land.
The next moment, his pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
Under the perception of the Fixed Word Technique, the residual power deep within the earth appeared in his sea of consciousness like a restored painting.
That was a trace left by a battle.
A sword strike, or rather, a sword light containing the rule of "fixation".
The sword light descended from the sky, cleaving the earth within a radius of thousands of miles into a hundred-foot-deep crater.
The fixed rule contained within the sword light froze all spiritual energy, vitality, and even the laws of heaven and earth in that area for that instant, and then... they were all annihilated.
Ten thousand years have passed, but the residual power of that sword strike has not completely dissipated.
"It's him..."
Chen Fan slowly stood up, a complex look flashing in his eyes.
That powerful figure who used the entire Soul Refining Sect as the base of the formation and sealed the sect's patriarch for ten thousand years.
He did not know the name of that person, nor was there any record of him in the dark gold jade slip.
However, judging from the traces left by this sword, the cultivation level of that powerful figure back then was probably far beyond the Integration Stage.
A single sword strike cleaved the earth for a thousand miles, its lingering power lasting for ten thousand years.
This is a method that is beyond the comprehension of those at the Nascent Soul or Deity Transformation stages.
"Using the word 'fixed' as the rule... Could this senior be a big shot in the Cultivation Alliance?" Chen Fan muttered to himself.
He suddenly remembered what the patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect had said before he resealed him.
The old demon said that it was only by the combined efforts of several Transcending Tribulation old monsters from the Cultivation Alliance that he was trapped here.
The period of tribulation.
That is the level of existence second only to the Mahayana stage among the nine realms of immortal cultivation.
One step further up, and you'll find the legendary wandering immortal.
Those who can suppress a Nascent Soul stage demon with a single word of rule are probably among the most powerful beings even in the Tribulation stage.
Looking at this barren land, Chen Fan suddenly felt a strange emotion.
Ten thousand years have passed, and the world has changed dramatically.
The earth-shattering battle of yesteryear is now nothing but a desolate wasteland and faint traces. That powerful being may have already ascended to heaven, or he may have already perished. The seal he left behind is gradually weakening, and in the end, it can only be repaired and prolonged by a Nascent Soul stage eunuch.
A hundred years from now, the seal will be completely broken.
If he doesn't have enough strength to return and kill that old demon by then, the billions of living beings in this sealed land will become food for the Soul Refining Sect's ancestor to recover his cultivation.
"century……"
Chen Fan silently uttered these two words, a fleeting gray-white light flashing in his eyes.
Just then, his heart skipped a beat.
A powerful divine sense swept in from the northeast, unabashedly enveloping his location.
That divine sense was domineering and violent, carrying an undisguised killing intent; it was clearly the divine sense of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator!
Chen Fan's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was in turmoil.
Early stage of the Nascent Soul stage.
And it wasn't just one person.
Following that Nascent Soul stage divine sense, five more late-stage Nascent Soul stage divine senses arrived, like five sharks that had smelled blood.
The Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li families, as well as the Wang family.
The leading divine consciousness, at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, is most likely Wang Zhennan, the Nascent Soul ancestor of the Wang family mentioned in the Hundred Herbs Hall jade tablet.
"So fast..."
Chen Fan frowned slightly.
He had only been out of the sealed land for a few dozen breaths when these people had already located him.
It seems that Baicaotang's intelligence was correct; the spies these major families have planted outside the sealed land are indeed airtight.
It's likely that the moment he opened the sealing array, the fluctuations of the array were already detected by those monitoring nearby.
"Chen Fan! Come out and face your death!"
A thunderous roar rolled in from the horizon, shaking the ground slightly.
In the northeastern sky, six streaks of light, like shooting stars, pierced the gray sky and appeared within a hundred miles in the blink of an eye.
The leading beam of light was dark gold, the fastest, and the most imposing.
Within the shimmering light, one could vaguely discern a burly old man with a bristling beard and hair; he was none other than Wang Zhennan, the early-stage Nascent Soul ancestor of the Wang family.
Behind him were five people, each with a different color of light, but without exception, they all exuded the pressure of the late-stage Nascent Soul realm.
The Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li families each have one Nascent Soul late-stage Great Perfection cultivator, while the Wang family, in addition to Wang Zhennan, who is in the early-stage Deity Transformation stage, also has one more clansman who is also a Nascent Soul late-stage Great Perfection cultivator.
With the six of them working together, this lineup would be enough to sweep away any first-level sect in the Great Yu Cultivation Kingdom that doesn't have a Nascent Soul cultivator in charge.
At this moment, these six people have only one goal.
An old eunuch in the mid-Nascent Soul stage, who had just emerged from the sealed land.
Chen Fan stared expressionlessly at the six streaks of light, his mind racing.
beat?
impossible.
Although he had killed late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators and even fought against figures like the patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect, those battles were all within the sealed land, where there were various advantages and limitations.
The patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect was sealed and suppressed, his strength reduced to less than one-tenth of what it was, and he had never faced a Nascent Soul cultivator in his prime.
The difference in cultivation level between the mid-Nascent Soul stage and the early-stage Deity Transformation stage is a whole major realm.
This is a gap that cannot be bridged by magic weapons or secret techniques.
What's more, there are five late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators eyeing them covetously from the sidelines.
Once entangled, death is certain.
Since we can't fight, we can only leave.