Capítulo 2127: Chapter 2129: The Void Is Not Empty
Feng Jun arranged his belongings, holding a Nascent Soul level Substitute Soul Puppet in his right hand and a True Artifact-level long blade in his left.
The Substitute Soul Puppet was sothing he grabbed when he was attacked, while the long blade had always been hanging at his waist.
From his equipnt, it’s apparent that he undervalues protection. His offensive capability, though, cos from the long blade he carries, which is a True Artifact capable of severing Nascent Souls.
Of course, when he was ambushed at Yi Yun, he was able to pull out a Nascent Soul-level puppet imdiately, showing he values his life.
Having arranged his belongings, Feng Jun once again sensed the stone ring on his hand. This ti he wasn’t just looking; he used his Divine Sense to feel it internally—an advantage of an impeccable body is the robust physical protection.
The sensing results were terrible. The imprint on the stone ring was even lighter than last ti after eliminating the curse, almost nonexistent.
This shouldn’t be the case, Feng Jun felt puzzled. The event wasn’t long ago, and he rembered it clearly. Back then, he recharged over two hundred Spirit Stones worth of energy points on Luohua, and after returning to White Pebble Beach, he quietly recharged almost four thousand Spirit Stones.
He stopped recharging only when he felt it was no longer suitable to continue.
After that, he did visit the Tianqin Plane a few tis, but the consud Spirit Stones were under a thousand.
Three thousand Spirit Stones worth of energy points just disappeared like that?
Thinking more carefully, he had a vague suspicion: Could it be the overbearing strength of that Aerial Prohibition Isolation Formation?
But that seems unlikely: can a formation arranged by humans really rival the Force of Karma from the Qingping Domain?
If it were a formation set up at the Ergence Stage, Feng Jun might believe it to be that powerful. However, the attacker was at most a Nascent Soul True Immortal—if they were at the Ergence Stage, why bother with a formation? They could just capture people directly.
Could it be because the formation was so formidable that it added extra spatial disturbances, leading to massive energy expenditure?
Countless speculations surged through Feng Jun’s mind in an instant…
But imdiately after, he realized that if he couldn’t leave the void, he had too much ti to ponder “why,” but what he needed to consider now was “what to do.”
However, after considering it a bit, Feng Jun sadly discovered that he seed to lack any effective ans to escape.
He wasn’t unfamiliar with the void, given that he had read so much information, but familiarity was another matter. The only escape plans he could think of involved teleporting via “footprints” or “exits.”
Unfortunately, he’s unable even to pull out his mobile phone from the Storage Bag… let alone the phone, he couldn’t even take out a Spirit Stone, and without Spirit Stones to replenish energy points, any other discussion was moot.
Hence, planning the escape could wait; surviving was the imdiate issue to scrutinize.
A Golden Core Master can fast for several years or even decades, but they can’t avoid eating forever. Even if they don’t eat, they need spiritual energy to absorb.
And surely there’s no spiritual energy in the void; not only is there no spiritual energy, but there’s also plenty of energy that can erode a Golden Core body, so he must maintain a basic level of spiritual energy operation. Otherwise, the day he manages to return, significant damage to his body’s foundation would be hard to redy.
At this mont, Feng Jun couldn’t help but recall the scene of his first entrance into Kunhao, exploring alone while carefully managing resources to prevent wastage.
However, comparing the two, he was happier back then; the careful resource managent was purely due to being broke, needing to save.
Presently, he’s wealthy, with Spirit Stones and Magic Artifacts, but regardless of the abundance, he can only helplessly lant if he can’t access them.
Feng Jun shook off the negative feelings from his mind and pondered carefully if there might be other alternative asures.
On him now, he holds a knife in his left hand and a Substitute Soul Puppet in his right; in his arms are Storage Bags and Storage Talismans. The Treasure Armor Vest is unlikely to be damaged, and he wears a pair of treasure-grade boots.
As for his outer garnts, they probably won’t last much longer. Beyond these, he can’t bring anything else out.
In the next mont, he thought of a question… Am I stationary or in motion?
This question must be clarified first. If he was moving, it wouldn’t be too bad. Staying still is akin to waiting for death.
Regrettably, there’s no reference object around him.
Although reluctant, Feng Jun removed his Treasure-grade Upper Garnt. This garnt could let his arms withstand erosion longer, but currently, sacrifices must be made.
Upon further reflection, he was still hesitant. Thus, he reached into his vest, sensing a Storage Talisman containing tons of iron ore. He took it out, loosened his grip in front, to see which direction it would drift.
The test results showed, once deprived of his spiritual energy support, the Storage Talisman… truly vanished in an instant.
So whether he liked it or not, he had to test his Treasure-grade Upper Garnt.
When he released the garnt in front of him, Feng Jun found it motionless and was montarily stunned: Am I truly stationary now?
The next mont, he smacked his own head hard: Did I beco foolish, forgetting about absolute prohibition and relative stillness?
However, there was good news too; when he placed the garnt at arm’s length and let go, he could still vaguely see its outline, which ant he had vision in the void. Weak vision was one thing, but having vision was another.
After thinking it over, Feng Jun painfully split a trace of Divine Sense onto the garnt, expelled Spiritual Energy from his palm, and shot the garnt away, feeling a pang of regret—is this truly throwing away a Magic Artifact?
Yet, not throwing it was not truly an option; he had to determine whether he was stationary.
As he sensed the Divine Sense on the garnt moving further away, Feng Jun nodded with relief; he was finally not still.
This observation held no flaws; even if he was stationary before, once separated from the Magic Artifact, and as the artifact swiftly moved away, Feng Jun turned active too—the third law of motion might not apply to all planes, but if there’s action force, there has to be reaction force, right?
Testing whether he was still or getting himself moving resulted in wasting a Magic Artifact; it’s truly tough to navigate the void.
In fact, for Feng Jun, losing the Magic Artifact was a minor issue; losing that trace of Divine Sense hurt much more.
Having started moving, Feng Jun refrained from making intense moves, analyzing slowly while counting his heartbeat—in the void, it’s easy to lose the sense of ti, and he didn’t want to beco numb.
Feng Jun typically had a heartbeat of one to two beats per minute in a semi-turtle breath state, so he assud one hundred beats were an hour, thus two thousand four hundred beats were a day.
It seed like a long ti had passed, yet also felt like an instant; Feng Jun counted to two thousand four hundred beats without seeing any object or feeling anything.
So he took out a Storage Talisman containing ten thousand air conditioners, though now it seed trivial—throwing away a Magic Artifact, ten thousand air conditioners couldn’t asure up to a Magic Artifact, let alone a Magic Artifact.
Feng Jun enveloped the Storage Talisman with Spiritual Energy and, with a flick of his hand, threw the talisman out. Due to the presence of Spiritual Energy, the talisman disintegrated into particles about ten ters away.
By doing this, he not only tested his vision’s range but also attempted to slightly increase his speed. After all, if he perished here, nothing would remain, and those ten thousand air conditioners truly were insignificant, but the result was decent.
Nevertheless, Feng Jun wouldn’t frequently throw things away like this, as it would easily destabilize his mindset. Returning from the void is already rare; if his mindset crumbles, the outco is certain—death!
Therefore, only after another forty-eight hours did Feng Jun throw out a Storage Talisman containing ten thousand barrels of crude oil.
Having tossed three items, his speed was certain to gradually increase, yet he still did not encounter any objects.
Feng Jun counted nine thousand six hundred heartbeats, which is four days, before he threw out a Storage Talisman containing ten thousand tons of iron ore.
It wasn’t that he was overly cautious; it was because the current Spiritual Energy was limited, and he couldn’t squander it randomly.
Another six days went by, and Feng Jun resisted thinking about White Pebble Beach and Luohua. He pondered if, in two more days, he still encountered nothing, he would throw another Storage Talisman.
Actually, he was a bit curious whether he was in a fake void; both Tianqin and Kunhao had cultivators returned from the void, and they claid that while the void was dangerous, it also held opportunities; who knows what one might encounter.
Thus, Feng Jun imagined the void as sowhat like outer space in the Earth Realm—cold and silent but occasionally with teors, cots… even space debris.
Not encountering anything, he felt sowhat disappointed—was this void truly so clean?
Of course, he didn’t change his strategy because of that—one can’t rush in the void.
However, things in this world truly can’t withstand being ntioned; just as he finished musing over it, sothing silently and swiftly collided with his ankle.
Feng Jun’s reaction was fast, but he couldn’t entirely dodge it. Fortunately, he slightly teleported, causing the object to hit the side of his shoe instead of directly impacting his ankle, then shot away.
Though it was just a quick bump, Feng Jun sensed what roughly struck him—a fist-sized object, showing no signs of life.
Caught off guard, the object sent him tumbling; instead of anger, he felt a surge of joy—objects truly existed in the void, and with objects, there’s more opportunity!
With an object in hand, who would want to throw away a Magic Artifact? Thinking about the discarded garnt, Feng Jun couldn’t help but sigh gently.
Then, he felt a slight pain in his ankle and reached to touch it, wondering whether his Illusory Cloud Shoes, a top-grade Precious Treasure, couldn’t protect an ankle?
His face darkened the next mont, unable to suppress a curse, “Damn it, yet another Precious Treasure broken!”
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