As the saying goes, villains are best dealt with by villains themselves. The Pig-Faced Box Spirit is not a good character, but for Ning Fan, this isn’t much of a problem.
Ning Fan has subdued many footn, most of whom are ruffians. Dispelling Demon Datou, Heiyun Wulao Ba, Candle Bow Spirit... Now, there’s yet another Pig-Faced Box Spirit.
To deal with ruffians, he has extensive experience; it’s nothing more than a blend of grace and power.
The power, Ning Fan has already displayed to the Pig-Faced Box Spirit, at least on the surface, this Pig-Faced Box Spirit is subdued.
As for grace, there’s no need to rush. The imdiate priority is to use the power of this Pig-Faced Box Spirit to eliminate the water ghosts here.
Now that Pig Face has shown such taness, Ning Fan took the chance to ease his hand and asked.
"Speak, what ans do you have to deal with the water ghosts here?" The voice still carried a subtle coldness, making the Pig Face shiver.
He was severely injured by Ning Fan’s sword finger and almost perished, now lucky to preserve his life. His fear of Ning Fan had risen to unprecedented heights. Facing Ning Fan, how dare he show any disrespect? Afraid of saying anything wrong and angering this star of misfortune once again, he anxiously answered,
"Master may not know, though the Water of the Yellow Springs nourishes ghost souls, ghost creatures born of it have trendous weaknesses. Others may not know of these weaknesses, but having once been part of the Yellow Springs Navy, I know them well! I know at least ten ways to lure and kill these water ghosts, though they all require quite a bit of ti. Of course, if the Master simply wishes to enter the palace rather than kill all the ghosts, I have an easier way. In fact... just let perform a little spell, and with a command, these water ghosts will directly retreat, daring not to block the Master’s path..."
Ning Fan’s eyes narrowed imdiately.
A command, and nurous water ghosts directly retreat? Once part of the Yellow Springs Navy? What was Pig Face’s origin...
"Is this true? Can you really accomplish this?"
"...How dare I deceive the Master! Before Reincarnation, I managed the Yellow Springs Nine Nether, thus knowing these water ghosts thoroughly. Dealing with them is naturally not difficult! Just place this precious box outside the palace door, then step back a bit, and watch how I scare away these water ghosts, clearing the path for the Master!"
Pig Face assured confidently, eager to prove his worth.
He understood well that he had offended Ning Fan; though Ning Fan had temporarily spared him, this was not secure assurance, and Ning Fan might settle the score later. Only by achieving accomplishnts to compensate could Pig Face feel so safety. To protect himself now, he genuinely wished to exert his utmost efforts to help Ning Fan.
"If you really have this ability, I would like to see it."
After a mont of silence, Ning Fan finally followed the instructions, approaching the palace step by step. Once ten paces from the gate, Ning Fan stopped advancing, placing the jade box on the ground, then stepped back slightly.
Seeing Ning Fan had withdrawn a sufficient distance, Pig Face took a deep breath and transford into a beam of green light, flying out from the jade box, landing on the ground as a stout wild boar spirit.
This wild boar spirit had a black face and short hair, ears as big as fans, yet wore a flamboyantly bright red wedding outfit, a black hat with gold leaves on both sides, remarkably like a bridegroom.
If this groom’s costu was worn by Ning Fan, it might still have so refined elegance, but on a pig spirit, it appeared utterly ridiculous.
This pig spirit’s attire was exceedingly tacky. A gold belt wrapped around his waist, a circle of glaring golden Buddha beads hung around his neck, twenty beads in total, all egg-sized. Every finger bore gem-studded rings. When he grinned, even his teeth were golden...
Sowhat tacky...
Ning Fan was slightly speechless. Just by the attire, it’s clear he’s a premium kind, seemingly similar to Datou, Wulao Ba, Candle Bow Spirit...
"Little one Zhu Er, pays respect to Master!" The wild boar spirit bowed to Ning Fan, not daring to lift his head too high, scarcely daring to breathe too loudly, clearly fearing Ning Fan.
"Is Zhu Er your real na?"
"Yes, yes, I am called Zhu Er, and I won’t change my na sitting or standing!" Zhu Er’s eyes seed a bit guilty but stubbornly insisted.
Ning Fan could easily tell that this pig spirit was lying; Zhu Er was certainly an alias, but he was too lazy to explore further. He wasn’t interested in the true na of the pig spirit, only gave a calm command.
"Then, you may begin to disperse the water ghosts here."
"Uh, that, that... Master, could you first disperse the Sword Qi within my body? Frightening! Master’s Divine Skills are truly terrifying! Even the slight remaining Sword Qi within is beyond my full strength to resist. With this Sword Qi interfering, my spirit body can’t be nded. That, that... I am confident to command these water ghosts to retreat, but there’s a precondition requiring a particular secret technique, which may lack success if the spirit body is damaged... Master, would you consider..."
Zhu Er stamred and pleaded, pitifully rubbing his pig waist.
Earlier, Ning Fan’s sword finger had caused such severe injury that Zhu Er’s spirit body’s connection between upper and lower parts was practically severed in two, leaving only a thin thread still connected.
Speaking of it, Zhu Er is quite capable; the wound can actually repair itself, sothing other Artifact Spirits cannot do. But because the Sword Qi left by Ning Fan wreaks havoc within him, the repair makes no progress, as it’s continually disrupted and endlessly cyclical...
Unless Ning Fan removes the lingering Sword Qi in his body, Zhu Er would be able to restore the completeness of his spirit form; that’s exactly what he’s seeking now.
Ning Fan didn’t say much; he casually drew out strands of hazy white Sword Qi from a distance within the pig spirit’s body.
The pig spirit rejoiced greatly. Once his body was emptied of Sword Qi, he imdiately activated his Divine Skills, and the break in his spirit form quickly restored to its original state with a sizzle.
"Hahaha, Grandpa Er is restored!"
The pig spirit, in high spirits, wanted to roar with pride; but realizing the inappropriateness when dealing with the new master, he opted for restraint. Thus, midway through his roar, he altered his words to, "Oh ho ho, Zhu Xia Er is restored! Finally, I can show off a full-bodied performance for the master!"
Ning Fan couldn’t help but twitch his lips.
Fake, so fake... Such hypocrisy, such seriousness mixed with nonsense, rivals that of Wu Laoba. It seems Zhu Er isn’t really foolish, just accustod to arrogance; should he face an irresistible adversary, he’s surely capable of adapting...
"Can we now comnce the spell to dispel the water ghosts here? If I’m not mistaken, your spirit form seems unable to leave this box for long..."
"Wow, master with keen insight can tell this in one glance! Among all the Masters I’ve encountered in my life, master’s vision ranks first!" Zhu Er feigned shock, showering with flattery.
"...How high does one’s vision need to be to see through this? Cut the nonsense and get to the task!" Ning Fan said speechlessly.
"Understood!"
Zhu Er replied respectfully but wondered internally.
Perhaps not flattering for many years had made him rusty? Otherwise, why did his flattery fail to move Ning Fan even slightly...
It seems he’s been accustod to being a boss and finds it hard to revert to being a subordinate... Oh, it looks like he needs to find a chance to hone this skill again.
Fully aware Ning Fan was in a hurry, Zhu Er dared not waste any more ti, ford a spirit sense with his hands, chanting incantations with effort, and suddenly the once dead sea water began to surge, manifesting... water waves!
The waves initially moved extrely slowly, gradually accelerating over ti, until they were strong enough that Ning Fan found it difficult to stand firm.
Yet Zhu Er, amidst the swaying waves, remained steadfast like Mountain Tai, calmly repeated incantations continuously casting spells. As an Artifact Spirit Body, he carried not a trace of cultivatory aura, yet his display of power left Ning Fan unguarded.
In the sea waves, gradually appeared a blue luminescence, extraordinarily radiant amidst the dim and murky sea bottom, akin to stars in a nightti sky.
The luminescence initially barely perceptible, suddenly burgeoned at a certain mont, sweeping through the area, manifested a fragrant altar adorned with fruits within the glow.
Zhu Er bowed three tis toward the altar, chanting phrases like ’Protection of the Three Pure Ones’ and ’Disciple sincerely requests the saints descend’.
Hearing this, Ning Fan’s first reaction thought Zhu Er was employing so spell akin to a Summoning Technique to invite the avatar of a powerful being. Listening to the words, astonishingly they were associated with ’saint’, could it be that he’s summoning a Saint!
Is this possible?
Will a legendary Saint appear in such an illusory realm as Dreamland Realm?
If a Saint indeed descends, what then...
Or is it simply a slogan, a re incantation, nothing more...
Ning Fan has no clear grasp of Zhu Er’s specific background, but judging from current information, Zhu Er is at least a powerful entity of the real realms, once guarding the true Yellow Springs Nine Nether.
Such Zhu Er, fully focused on executing this spell—what kind of impact will it render!
Will sothing dramatic unfold here!
Boom!
As Ning Fan’s nerves were tense, surprisingly, the blue glow surrounding Zhu Er exploded.
After the explosion, the original incense table disappeared without a trace, replaced by the rather embarrassed Yang Zhu who was blown away by the green light...
"Impossible, impossible! Could it be that my skills have beco rusty, and I actually failed to cast the spell!" Yang Zhu rubbed the smoldering mane on his head, looking utterly incredulous.
Ning Fan was speechless once again. To think he truly believed a Saint would arrive, preparing for a great enemy, only to have Yang Zhu cause such an explosion...
"Can you do it or not? If you can’t dispel the water ghosts here, just say so!" Ning Fan said impatiently.
"Uh, it’s just a small mistake, master. Rest assured, next ti I will succeed, definitely!"
One stick of incense later...
Boom! Explosion!
Two hours later...
Boom! Boom! Explosions one after another!
Three hours later...
Yang Zhu had already failed in casting the spell dozens of tis, and his entire spirit body emitted a faint scorched sll.
Ning Fan sighed, feeling sowhat foolish for giving Yang Zhu so many chances to try.
If it weren’t for Ning Fan seeing Yang Zhu’s extrely serious attitude towards casting spells, he would almost think Yang Zhu was deliberately finding fault and intentionally failing the spells.
"Can you do it or not..." After a long silence, Ning Fan spoke.
"Master, give one last chance, I can definitely do it!" Yang Zhu said with his heart in his mouth.
"If it’s really not possible, using other thods to kill all the water ghosts here is fine too! Your thod hasn’t saved much ti."
"Really, the last ti, give one last chance, good master, my good master..."
"...One last ti."
"Yes, the last ti! I’ve started to understand why the spell failed, it’s not because of , but due to changes in the world... So that’s it, so that’s it..."
Yang Zhu summoned the incense table again, causing the green light here to burst forth once more.
The intensity of that green light kept rising, gradually approaching the critical point the seawater here could withstand. Once exceeded, it would explode again!
But this ti, when the intensity of the green light rose to its limit, Yang Zhu suddenly changed, and with a change in his gestures, the green light suddenly began to contract and condense, little by little forming an incomparably large green ring!
That ring continuously emitted a heart-palpitating pressure, and soon, stepped out from the ring was the figure of an elder shrouded in green light, standing with his hands behind his back, facing the direction of the Secluded Palace.
The giant green ring was clearly a Saint’s Ring that only a Saint could possess!
That elder held a terrifying pressure of the Saint level, as if with just a thought, he could destroy the entire Dreamland Realm, and the words he spoke caused Ning Fan’s expression to change!
"I have co here by the will of heaven, to carry out the destruction of the world! Those who stand in the way, kill without rcy! Haha, hahaha, hahahaha!"
These words, this extrely arrogant laugh, seed to be directed not just at the ghosts in the palace, but also... at Ning Fan! The overwhelming pressure carried by the laughter echoed incessantly in Ning Fan’s ears, as if the very voice of heaven resonated! And each echo brought almost shattering pain to Ning Fan’s divine sense!
Yet at this mont, Ning Fan couldn’t care less about the pain, his entire being was utterly shocked by the brief words of this mysterious Saint.
World extermination!
Yang Zhu actually summoned a Saint! And the summoned Saint planned to destroy the Dreamland Realm!
What a joke! Wasn’t it about dispelling ghosts, why has it beco... world extermination!
Ning Fan’s eyes suddenly turned blood red, his mind filled with countless thoughts, followed by a tinge of regret! He shouldn’t have given Yang Zhu the opportunity to summon a Saint, he shouldn’t have! Could this Yang Zhu be a deeply disguised enemy!
This Saint’s aura showed not a hint of falsehood, even when scanned with the eye power of the Second Realm of Tianren, it only showed reality!
This is a real Saint!
If this Saint is a great enemy of the Zi Dou Immortal Domain, if summoning this Saint is Yang Zhu’s sche, then today’s events could very likely beco the root of destruction for the Dreamland Realm!
And this root, was only successful due to Ning Fan’s repeated indulgence!
Is there anyone in the Dreamland Realm who can rival a Third Step Saint!
In the calamity of the primitive and wild days, a single elevated ancient master level Yin Mo nearly wiped out many ending Immortal Emperors of the Dreamland Realm. If a Saint-level enemy arrives, even with the combined power of the four heavens and nine worlds, the Immortal Demon World, the Ancient Demon Abyss, and many others, it might still be unresistable!
It would be a helpless obliteration!
If the Dreamland Realm is really destroyed because of this, then Ning Fan would beco the headache-causing sinner of the Dreamland Realm! Because this formidable Saint adversary was invited here due to his indulgence!
"Yang Zhu! Give an explanation!"
The killing intent surged wildly in Ning Fan.
This world is a Dreamland Realm created by the Purple Dou Immortal Sovereign; here is the last ho protected by countless Zi Dou Martyrs with their lives; here is also his ho, where his closest friends and relatives live!
He could forgive Yang Zhu for previous verbal offenses, but if Yang Zhu harbors an intention of world destruction, that’s another matter! Because it ans putting his closest friends and relatives in peril!
If so, then even if Ning Fan has to sacrifice everything, he will make Yang Zhu pay the price here!
Ning Fan hadn’t unleashed such a level of killing intent for many years. Under the tidal wave of killing intent, Yang Zhu, who had been sowhat smug, was filled with horror, filled with inexplicable confusion.
He finally succeeded in casting the spell, why was the master angry?
Could it be, the master misunderstood sothing? Misunderstood that he had summoned a real Saint? Misunderstood the Saint he summoned truly intended to destroy the Dreamland Realm?
"Master, please calm down! You’ve misunderstood, misunderstood... this is not a real Saint, it’s just an illusion. If you don’t believe it, I’ll make this ’Saint’ turn around, and you’ll see that what I’m saying is not false..."
As Yang Zhu explained, he chanted an incantation to control the Saint. In an instant, the Saint elder, who had been standing with his hands behind his back, surveying the sky, turned around.
What an aged face that was.
Yet that face looked exactly like Ning Fan, a mirror image of what Ning Fan would look like in old age...
Ning Fan’s gaze turned subtly peculiar.
He didn’t think there would be any real Saint in the real realms who looked so much like himself.
Nor did he think that any visiting Saint would be bored enough to take on his visage.
"Master, you must believe , this isn’t a real Saint, it’s just a shell, ant to scare people. The pressure and everything are real, but it also won’t hurt anyone. At most, it will only cause intense pain to the divine sense, thereby increasing people’s belief in this..."
"If the master still doesn’t believe, you can co closer and touch, this Saint is like a bubble, it will burst at a touch..."
Following the words, Ning Fan approached and cautiously touched the Saint whose appearance was identical to his own.
And afterwards, all things related to Saints, the Ring of the Initial Saint, the omnipresent pressure, all burst like a bubble with a ’poof’.
Fake...
It was actually fake...
Even though the aura and pressure were crafted to be exactly like a real Sage, it was rely a facade, fragile enough to shatter at the slightest touch...
Ning Fan had never been so speechless in his cultivation journey until this mont.
He was prepared for a formidable enemy, even contemplating his death here, yet Zhu revealed that this Sage enemy was a fake...
"Is this an Illusory Art? What level of Illusory Art is this..."
"Taixuan Supre Grade, an Illusory Art that only a true Sage could wield."
No wonder even my Tianren Eye couldn’t detect the slightest falsehood; it turned out to be a Taixuan Supre Grade Illusory Art only Sages can use... I reckon few in the Dreamland Realm could discern the Sage’s false aura from this art...
"...An Illusory Art only Sages can wield, how did you manage to use it?"
"Haha, I didn’t use the complete version, just a part of it. The one who taught this art was a true Sage. They once said that in its complete state, this art could manifest a real Sage to aid in battle, but if incomplete, it could only manifest the form, not its essence. In short, it can manifest a Sage to scare people but isn’t very useful..."
No, being able to scare people is already a terrifyingly useful trait, provided... this illusion is not exposed.
If it weren’t for this Sage having a face identical to Ning Fan’s, if it weren’t for Zhu’s prior warning, Ning Fan would never have thought this Sage was a fake.
"Tell , why does your illusory Sage resemble my appearance..."
"If it doesn’t resemble you, this art won’t succeed." Zhu chuckled apologetically.
"What do you an?"
"Simply put, because the master is currently one of the few Holder Cultivators left, that’s why this art can mimic the master’s form and succeed."
"What does it have to do with being a Holder Cultivator?" Ning Fan furrowed his brow, casting Zhu a glance. He seemingly hadn’t revealed his status as a Holder in front of Zhu, yet Zhu recognized it...
"Because..."
Zhu opened his mouth to explain to Ning Fan but suddenly his expression changed, a deep fear washed over him, his pig mouth agape, yet not a single word could co out.
Sweat dripped profusely from his forehead!
As if under the current Great Dao Laws, uttering certain taboos would invite disaster!
For a long, long while... Zhu finally spoke dejectedly, "I’m sorry, master, I can’t explain. Because... it’s unspeakable!"
Unspeakable!
Again, unspeakable!
The Emperor Butcher had revealed many secrets of the Real Realms, yet those weren’t unspeakable.
However, what Zhu tried to disclose seed to encounter this inexplicable phenonon...
It seems, not all Real Realm matters are untouchable. So can be discussed, while others... must not be touched at all!
"Forget it, if you can’t speak, never mind. Let ask another question, can the Sage you create with your Illusory Art take on another person’s appearance? For example, any random stranger..."
"Before, yes; now, no... Only the image of a Holder Cultivator can be used for this art." Zhu sighed.
Ning Fan frowned, countless conjectures forming in his mind from Zhu’s words, yet he couldn’t verify any of them.
Too many great and untouchable secrets of the universe remain, too many things... are unspeakable...
"Must it be my form?"
"Yes..."
"I see... then forget it."
"Master, allow a brief rest, as using this art every ti results in great exhaustion, and without complete rest, I cannot use it again."
"How long do you need to rest before you can use the art again?"
"Three... three hours?" Zhu replied unconfidently, chuckling nervously.
Ning Fan raised an eyebrow, "Tell the truth!"
"Three... three days."
"Tell the truth!"
"Three... three years."
"This is your last chance... tell the truth!"
"Three million years... using this technique once requires three million years for recovery..." this ti, he was telling the truth.
Ning Fan instantly felt a headache, "And you wanted to wait here for you to rest? Do you expect to wait here three million years?"
"I deserve death! I was afraid the truth would anger the master..."
"If ti could reverse, would your exhaustion disappear? Would you return to your previous peak state?" Ning Fan pondered for a mont, then asked.
"Yes, there’s that solution! Master, quickly use the Box Spirit’s Divine Box Skill to reverse ti to the past! That way, I can use the technique once more!"
"In that case... Prajna Paramita!"
...
Ti reverted to its original point for the second ti.
Other than Ning Fan and the Box Spirit being able to retain mories from before the ti warp, all living beings lost the mories of that period as ti flowed backward.
Therefore, when Ning Fan appeared on the voyage ship again, the words he heard were still Emperor Butcher’s previous warnings.
In Emperor Butcher’s eyes, at this mont Ning Fan had yet to enter the Netherworld, instead preparing to do so.
"...With the ti point locked by this jade box now, should anything go awry, you can rewind ti to this mont. But I must warn you, using this jade box has limitations. You can only resurrect ten tis within a day. In other words, you can only die in the depths of this Netherworld ten tis at most. Have you rembered?"
"Yes, but I’m already down to eight chances to rewind ti." Ning Fan replied, speechless.
"What! You’ve already died twice?"
"Yes, I suppose..."
The first ti was when Ning Fan died, which triggered a passive ti rewind; the second ti was an active use of the jade box. The situations were slightly different, but Ning Fan wasn’t planning to explain these trivial details.
Just as before, Emperor Butcher asked him the sa question, giving the sa warning.
After their conversation, Ning Fan jumped into the Yellow Springs Great Sea once again, familiar with the path leading outside the Secluded Palace.
Though wasting a chance to rewind ti was regrettable, waiting together with Zhu for his skill cooldown of three million years, Ning Fan would indeed prefer to rewind to the past.
Zhu reappeared from the jade box, and this ti, the Illusory Art execution was smooth. With prior successful experience, he didn’t fail in creating a Sage in Ning Fan’s likeness.
No hint of Illusory Art aura could be seen!
Seeing the Sage conjured by Illusory Art once more, Ning Fan still couldn’t spot any flaws in the aura, marveling at the magic of this art.
Even soone as powerful as a Heaven Separation Sect Master at the Second Realm can’t see through this; how many in the realm can perceive it?
This Illusory Art seems useless, but if used appropriately, it is indeed a ans of intimidating the enemy... The more seasoned the masters, the more they fear the existence of Saints...
The Illusory Art that Ning Fan cannot see through is even less likely to be deciphered by the low-spiritual-awareness ghosts within the palace.
Yang Zhu controlled the Illusory Art Saint, stepping step by step into the palace gate. At the mont of entrance, over seven hundred ghosts charged out, but all under the pressure of the third step of the Illusory Art Saint, they beca terrified, as if facing a formidable enemy, and dared not resist.
At the instant Yang Zhu manipulated the Saint to speak, the water ghosts were dazed, their expressions blank.
"By the order of Commander Tianpeng, Leader of the Nine Rivers, under the Nine Saints of Heavenly River, you river guardians shall imdiately relocate to the second river, awaiting the command of Heaven Separation Sect Saint. Do not err!"
"Tianpeng... Saint... follow... the order..."
The water ghosts looked confused, unable to comprehend Yang Zhu’s words due to their extrely low spirit awareness.
But the words ’command’ seed ingrained in their souls, urging them to leave this abandoned Secluded Palace they had guarded for countless years.
Even when enemies ca in the past, they would choose death over fleeing.
Even in death, the destruction of their clan, they would beco water ghosts and continue guarding this abandoned palace!
Because military orders are as unyielding as mountains!
The orders they previously adhered to were to defend the first river of the Galaxy at all costs. And now, the order has changed, as the leader of the Nine Saints of Heavenly River issued a new requirent; thus, they must transfer to the second river!
Is the one who issued the order truly the Saint Tianpeng?
Uncertain, uncertain... The voice of Saint Tianpeng is real, the pressure is real, probably... the order is real too...
Where is the second river?
Uncertain, uncertain...
Then find it, go search... Because military orders are unyielding as mountains.
One by one, the water ghosts swam out of the palace gate, towards the distance, and as they swam, one by one, they seed to have fulfilled a wish, transforming into points of light, disappearing in the seawater...
Ning Fan was slightly silent, watching these water ghosts disappear, for so reason, he did not feel the joy of clearing obstacles, but an indescribable lancholy.
These water ghosts... were originally the guards who died here in battle...
Dead yet transford into ghosts, still mindful of their duties, indeed a group of respectable guards...
As the water ghosts dispersed, Yang Zhu lifted the Illusory Art, and suddenly seed drained of energy, returning to the divine box to rest.
Ning Fan picked up the divine box from the ground, and asked the pig-faced box spirit with deep aning,
"Speaking of... What does Saint Tianpeng an, what does the command an? The command you issued using Saint’s pressure to those water ghosts shouldn’t be fabricated, right... Could it really be true?"
"Ahaha, what is Master talking about? I can’t understand."
"Forget it, since you are unwilling to speak further, I will not ask more. The thing your previous master wanted should be inside this palace. Please take your rest; you won’t be needed for now."
Ning Fan put away the divine box, then took out Emperor Butcher’s left eye, holding it in hand, and entered the grand hall of Secluded Palace.
This is an abandoned palace for years, with no furnishings except for an extinguished everlasting lamp inside the hall. At the center of the hall, there is a well...
As Ning Fan stepped into the palace, Emperor Butcher’s left eye began to radiate a gentle glow, which floated like smoke towards the well at the center of the hall.
The demons are skilled at designing connection points between different spaces into forms of wells, yet the well before his eyes evidently has another purpose.
"Is the thing Emperor Butcher wants inside this well..."
Ning Fan walked closer step by step, bowed his head, looking into the well. And at the mont he looked down, an unimaginably intense heat burst forth from the well!
As the wave of heat surged, Ning Fan seemingly anticipated it, imdiately retreated, activating the God-Extinguishing Shield in retreat.
Yet, even with the God-Extinguishing Shield’s defense, under such scorching power, Ning Fan was directly burnt to ashes!
Entirely beyond opposition!
It’s not fire!
It’s sothing even more searing than fire!
It’s Extre Yang! An amount so vast it could scorch out an entire Eastern Heaven!
Historically, the five supre figures of Dabei Clan would enter this place at specific tis, collecting Extre Yang upon the sea.
But what they collect is rely a very slight trace, dispersed from this well, and even so, they were extrely content.
However, compared to the Extre Yang within the well, what they collected was far, far less...
At this mont, the Extre Yang that annihilated Ning Fan in one encounter vastly exceeds that rare trace!
Not to ntion Ning Fan, even soone like Daoist Wood Pine would definitely be obliterated by the Extre Yang in a single encounter here!
This abandoned well... Why does it contain such vast amounts of Extre Yang power!
This abandoned well... Is this what Emperor Butcher seeks?
...
The third ti reversal, back to the voyage ship.
Still heard is Emperor Butcher’s earnest admonition.
"...In this way, the ti point of this place is positioned by this divine box. If you truly encounter any accidents, you can reverse ti, returning to this location. But I must remind you, the usage of this divine box is not limitless; within a day, you may only resurrect ten tis, aning you can die a maximum of ten tis in this deep Yellow Springs. Rember this?"
"Rember. But today’s opportunity for ti reversal is already limited to seven tis..."
"What! You have already died three tis!" Emperor Butcher, originally earnest, suddenly showed shock.
"This ti, I found what you wanted, it’s the abandoned well inside Secluded Palace, correct? Your aim is to collect the Extre Yang within that well! I do not know the origin of that abandoned well, but I can clearly tell you, this, absolutely cannot be done!"
Ning Fan said sternly.
Extre Yang is good, crucial for the Quasi-Saint’s eye opening, but it requires life to collect it!
Judging by the Extre Yang’s power the abandoned well unleashed earlier, not to ntion his current self, even if his Mana increased tenfold, a hundredfold! As long as attacked by that well once, death is inevitable!
Even if able to reverse ti seven tis, seventy tis, seven hundred tis, Ning Fan does not believe he possesses the ability to collect the terrifying Extre Yang within the well.
This is not sothing that the cultivators from Dreamland Realm can achieve!
Just like the reincarnation giant bell which no one in Northern Heaven Immortal World could move; can’t move ans can’t move! It’s not about inadequate cultivations, but lack of level!
The attack power of the abandoned well has absolutely reached the third step!
If Emperor Butcher’s goal is truly to collect the Extre Yang within the well, then even if Ning Fan is willing to help, he can only apologize to Emperor Butcher.
It’s not unwillingness to help, but truly impossible... non-Saints touching this well shall die; this is the conclusion Ning Fan reached at the cost of one death!
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