The Execution of Xuantian secret technique, once created by the forr Ten Great Immortal Sects to hunt down followers of the Xuantian Sect, naturally contains profound mysteries of its own.
When one activates [Execution of Xuantian], as long as there are people or objects connected to the Xuantian Sect nearby, a lodious bell tone will ring in the ear.
The higher the rank of the target within the Xuantian Sect, the more tis the bell tolls.
Three tolls is the maximum.
Yet now, when Li Fan, filled with anticipation, carried the [Execution of Xuantian] secret technique around this ring-shaped mountain, not a single bell rang out.
“Hm?”
“Senior Stone Tablet isn’t the kind to play jokes…”
Although he was a little surprised, Li Fan did not really suspect that Senior Stone Tablet was rely teasing him.
“That’s right. With such strange terrain, the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance must have already scoured this place long ago. If the Execution of Xuantian secret technique truly worked here, then whatever secrets are hidden would surely have been uncovered by now.”
After thinking it through, Li Fan suddenly understood. Instead, his anticipation only deepened.
After a brief pause, he dispelled the protective layer of Seven-Colored Divine Light and once again wandered leisurely through the ring-shaped mountain overflowing with blossoms.
This was the Ring Mountain of Dongong Prefecture, fad as the “Flowers of Spiritual Power.” The common saying went: they may be admired from afar, but must not be desecrated by touch.
Although these blossoms were ford by condensed streams of anomalous spiritual energy and could not be absorbed by cultivators, if one drew too close, that eerie spiritual energy would resonate and rge with the cultivator’s own qi.
If one failed to protect or purge themselves in ti, it was all too easy to end up with countless blossoms of every color sprouting throughout the body—a tragedy beyond words.
And these blossoms were nearly inescapable.
Once they rooted themselves within, what they affected was not only the fleshly body. Even Foundation Establishnt treasures or even a cultivator’s Golden Core of Law would be corroded by the Flowers of Spiritual Power.
Beautiful they might be, yet they were also perilous to the extre.
But Li Fan at this mont was able to stride boldly into this sea of blossoms, allowing them to bloom freely within his body.
Naturally, this was thanks to the [Seven-Colored Jade Void Glimring Light].
As long as he sealed his internal cave-heaven with the Seven-Colored Divine Light, then even if his fleshly body was destroyed hundreds or thousands of tis, no real harm would befall him.
These blossoms of spiritual energy, to the touch, were no different from ordinary flowers.
They carried tangible substance, and even emitted a delicate fragrance.
Yet the more he ca into contact with them, the more phantoms suddenly flickered before his eyes.
One after another, blossoms of spiritual power appeared within Li Fan’s body.
Far from discomfort, he instead felt his spirit surge with vigor.
The circulation of spiritual qi accelerated, and even his thoughts grew sharper and faster.
From his perspective, the blossoms before his eyes grew ever more radiant, dazzling, and irresistibly charming.
He could not bear to part from them.
Along his ridians, one blossom after another blood, forming a radiant road of flowers, leading directly toward his dantian and between his brows.
And even though he could clearly see the situation within his body, Li Fan felt no sense of danger at all.
On the contrary, he faintly produced the thought: “To die amidst a hundred flowers—what a romantic ghost I would make.”
Watching the blossoms of spiritual energy perform their dance within him, Li Fan rely sneered inwardly: “Such strangeness, bewitching the heart. As expected, it bears a resemblance to the Xuantian Sect’s cultivation arts.”
In less than the ti of a single incense stick, Li Fan’s dantian was completely overtaken by blossoms.
Densely packed, beautiful, yet demonic.
The spot between his brows as well.
At this mont, the true nature of those spiritual power blossoms was finally revealed.
His body stiffened, and even his thoughts seed on the verge of freezing.
Outside his Sea of Consciousness, those flowers stretched out roots, attempting to take root and invade.
Yet before they could succeed—
Li Fan’s body suddenly exploded without warning.
There was no spray of blood or flesh.
Instead, like fireworks bursting in the sky, countless blossoms that had been generated within Li Fan’s body scattered outward, drifting to fill the heavens.
It was, in its way, a beautiful sight.
These newly ford flowers floated with the breeze, gradually mingling with the blossoms that had long existed in the crater valley.
No longer distinguishable from one another.
Amid this scene of beauty, a figure slowly reappeared—
Li Fan.
“Strange…”
Li Fan raised his head to gaze at the flowers drifting across the sky, his brows faintly furrowed.
Even though he had detonated his own body in advance, preventing the spiritual power blossoms from devouring him further, Li Fan keenly noticed that, in the process, part of his soul and cultivation had unavoidably been lost.
For soone like him, even the loss of a tiny fraction could not escape his perception.
His expression grew solemn as he looked upon the flower sea drifting through the crater valley, moving seemingly without order.
If the devouring of his soul could still be explained as the strange nature of these blossoms, then the loss of his cultivation pointed unmistakably to one thing—this sea of flowers was, in all likelihood, ford from cultivators themselves.
“Neither truly alive, nor truly dead… lacking a physical form, transford into blossoms…”
And recalling that the Senior Stone Tablet had indicated clues to the Xuantian Sect could be found here, Li Fan was now almost certain—this anomaly was tied inseparably to the Xuantian Sect’s Dharma King.
“To linger for thousands of years in such an inhuman form… if that Dharma King still lives…”
Li Fan drew in a sharp breath. “No wonder they are called a legacy of the Immortal Realm.”
The secret had been uncovered.
The next step was to unravel it.
Li Fan pondered in place for a long ti, until his second and third bodies in succession exploded.
Amid the repeated corrosion of the blossoms, he finally discerned a possible thod of resolution.
He focused his mind and condensed a fourth body.
Then he rose into the air, embracing the flower sea to the fullest extent.
This ti, Li Fan paid no heed to the changes within his body.
Instead, he devoted his full attention to the fleeting images flashing before his eyes.
Fragnted, fleeting—short scenes with no apparent connection, each recording an isolated event.
Within his Sea of Consciousness, the Dao Deviation Stone spun to its utmost.
Li Fan morized every one of those broken, fleeting images.
When he had accumulated enough, his body could endure no longer and exploded once more.
Unhurried, Li Fan simply created another new body and repeated the process.
Such bizarre behavior naturally drew the notice of other cultivators in the area.
At first, so thought to approach, to strike up conversation or pry into the matter. But once they felt the oppressive might Li Fan released, their expressions changed, and they lowered their heads and departed quickly.
Ti flowed on.
The number of fleeting visions Li Fan had collected grew ever larger.
Like fragnts of a shattered puzzle, he gathered the scattered pieces, and with the Dao Deviation Stone’s imnse computational power supporting him, he sought to restore the original, complete picture.
In this crater valley, the drifting blossoms numbered in the countless trillions.
And within them lay innurable broken visions.
Without the Dao Deviation Stone to sift through and organize them, Li Fan would never have had the slightest chance to reassemble them.
But now, as the blue light flickered again and again, sequences of complete images began to appear one after another in Li Fan’s mind.
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