Capítulo 1845: Chapter 1834: Dharma Ending Age
“Without the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique, even reaching the Primordial Spirit Realm ans nothing.”
Recalling the records of the Xuan Tian Sect, Ning Fan sighed.
In those accounts, the spiritual energy of the world was once abundant enough to transform the essence of plants and animals into fairies.
Cultivators who stepped onto the Path of Celestial possessed imnse divine skills, commanding thunder and lightning, summoning wind and rain, soaring on clouds… like immortals.
But when the spiritual energy dissipated, these masters fell to mundane life, living among common folk, waiting for their lifespan to end.
“Dharma Ending Age! The ti of Dao’s demise!”
Ning Fan shook his head, realizing today how difficult it is to acquire spiritual energy.
To obtain the spiritual energy scattered in the air is as tough as fishing for a needle from the ocean.
Yet, there’s always a way, and the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique carved a path amidst despair.
However, thinking about the three-year pact, Ning Fan shivered.
In the Dharma Ending Age, the rarity of the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique is evident.
But the Heaven-Slaying Divine General casually taught it to him, despite their adversarial position at that ti.
There are rely two reasons for the Heaven-Slaying Divine General’s actions.
Breaking the seal is of utmost importance, fearing Ning Fan’s strength is insufficient, thus imparting the cultivation technique, even allowing him to ascend to the long-lost Primordial Spirit.
The second is that the Heaven-Slaying Divine General simply doesn’t care; in his eyes, the Soul-Stealing Slaying God Technique holds little value.
Either way, it proves the profoundness of the Heaven-Slaying Divine General.
For this reason, Ning Fan feels cold-hearted.
This is just one Heaven-Slaying Divine General; there are 107 similar Constellation Divine Generals.
Not to ntion, behind them is an unfathomable Emperor.
Forget about Ning Fan, even if all the world’s experts gathered together,
They would be as insignificant as ants before a Heaven-Slaying Divine General.
Yet, Ning Fan has made a three-year pact with these fearso beings.
This matter has beco Ning Fan’s burden.
Honestly, he doesn’t worry much about his own life.
“To them, I’m probably just insignificant.”
It’s sowhat sad, but it’s the truth.
Ning Fan constantly wonders what impact releasing the captured Emperor would have on this world.
The Heaven-Slaying Divine General made it clear; they are a group of vengeful spirits seeking revenge.
Once the seal is broken, they will embark on a path of vengeance under the Emperor’s lead.
Who are the enemies? Where does the feud originate from?
Ning Fan does not care about these things, but if this world becos the battleground of this non-human figure, it would be a catastrophe for humanity.
The headaches are yet to co.
Nonetheless, Ning Fan was indeed moved by the words of the Heaven-Slaying Divine General, piquing his curiosity.
Ning Fan has a hunch that if he visits the Corpse Raising Ground again, he will uncover so shocking truths never seen before.
“Curiosity killed the cat, indeed.”
Ning Fan grumbled, knowing he should steer clear of these non-human beings.
Yet, a voice within often urges him to discover and understand.
“Forget it. Let’s not overthink. There’s still ti, deciding on the three-year pact can wait.”
That’s what he says, but Ning Fan knows the principle that one must be strong enough to forge iron; enhancing his strength remains the key.
In the coming days, Ning Fan took a long leave.
Although slightly curious, Xu Ruolan, filled with delight, didn’t ask a word more.
In this period, Xu Ruolan beca the darling of high society in Zhonghai City.
Countless socialites sent invitations or frequently visited the Xu Corporation headquarters.
Their sole desire was Xu Ruolan’s jade-like skin.
Whenever this topic arose, Xu Ruolan skillfully evaded.
No way would she let Ning Fan help these enchanting ones with physical enhancents.
Xu Xiaoqing, however, was highly curious about Ning Fan’s actions, the playful fairy insisted on following for a day.
Upon discovering Ning Fan just stayed at the market, under the guise of mundane life exploration, the restless sister-in-law hurriedly pinched her nose and left.
Finally, after ten days, Ning Fan filled up his spiritual energy.
This was rely filling the spiritual energy running through his ridians; as for the Golden Core’s endless void, Ning Fan could only smile bitterly and shake his head—it’s a huge consur of spiritual energy, unimaginable for now.
“Rest for two more days. Lest they complain about my beastly odor.”
Even Nannan, who usually clung to Ning Fan, shunned his scent.
It’s clear how many markets Ning Fan visited over these ten days.
Just as Ning Fan was about to return, he received a call from Huo Qiuran,
“Damn it. How could I forget about her?”
Ning Fan smacked his forehead annoyedly; timing indicates Huo Qiuran had already returned to Zhonghai.
“My dear husband, have you forgotten about ?”
“How could I, my darling!”
“Then why haven’t you called, showing you care? Have you forgotten about , this old lady?”
“How could I? I’ve just been busy…”
Ning Fan managed to quell Huo Qiuran’s grievance with so sweet talk.
He then hurriedly hailed a taxi to the city center.
Upon eting, Ning Fan, who had intended to Tiger Pounce, was disdainfully pushed away by Huo Qiuran, “My dear husband, what’s this sll?”
“What sll? It’s the scent of a man!”
Ning Fan scooped her up in a princess embrace, heading to the bathroom amidst her playful resistance.
After an enchanting lover’s bath, the blushing Huo Qiuran lay exhausted in Ning Fan’s arms, discussing recent events.
Learning Huo Qiuran had returned twenty days ago, Ning Fan slapped her plump white skin, “Why didn’t you notify sooner?”
“Now, now, dear husband, don’t be mad. Isn’t it because like you, I had so business?”
Huo Qiuran wriggled like a water snake.
“Keep that up, and I won’t hold back.”
With these words, having gone through the ordeal thrice, Huo Qiuran dared not antagonize him, snuggling like a little bird without moving.
“What’s kept you busy for so long?”
Ning Fan furrowed his brow, “Trouble?”
Huo Qiuran’s identity dood her to incessant problems.
Huo Qiuran chuckled, “No trouble. It’s all sorted now.”
People in the underworld got wind of Huo Qiuran’s trip to Arica.
Due to her extended stay over ten days and complete silence, rumors of her demise spread swiftly.
The rumors grew widespread, compounded by her subordinates’ inability to contact her, stirring panic.
So organizations began plotting to seize Huo Qiuran’s territory—her troubleso issue.
“Is it resolved?”
“Of course. I’m Zhonghai’s underground Queen; who wouldn’t give so respect?”
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