"Senior brother, you must be careful! Last ti I ran into a hungry ghost on this road."
A slender, dark green flying sword circled around Luo Qingyao, its sword light like a shadow, exuding a chilling coldness amid the almost tangible Evil Qi.
Fan Wubing had already fully activated the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill.
Everything around him transford into strands representing "qi", appearing before his eyes.
At this mont, ninety percent of what he sensed was occupied by Evil Qi.
The two continued to probe deeper.
The arrangent of shacks in this maze-like area was extrely chaotic. The roads were crowded and narrow, with many forks and dead ends. It was like a filthy and decaying giant labyrinth.
However, a physical maze would not hold back their steps; after all, one was a Fifth-Layer Golden Core cultivator, and the other had a cultivation technique like the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill.
Yet, they soon found themselves at an impasse.
No matter which path they chose, even without encountering a single dead end, they’d find themselves back at the starting point.
After several attempts, Fan Wubing furrowed his brow,
"Is this the restriction you ntioned?"
Luo Qingyao nodded,
"Yes. In this area, there’s a restriction similar to an array that deliberately guides us back to the starting point. I’ve tried various thods before, but all ended in failure. It seems that the power of a Golden Core Realm cannot penetrate this restriction."
"Suppression by realm?"
"Yes."
Fan Wubing carefully sensed,
"The essence of realm suppression is the discrepancy in the usage of celestial energy. If the gap is too large, lower realm cultivators find it difficult to perceive the operation of celestial energy, which is the so-called celestial energy rhythm. But... here, I can feel the rhythm of Evil Qi."
"It’s not realm suppression?"
"Right. At least, it’s not a suppression to the extent of ’incomprehension’ for . As for what it exactly is..." Fan Wubing paused, his gaze inward and stable, "Let try."
He silently recited,
"Heaven above, disciple Fan Wubing beseeches the Seven Luminaries True Monarch, bestow rainwater!"
A heavy rain fell instantly.
This was a Heavenly Dao Skill, not sothing Evil Qi could stop.
"It’s raining again!" Luo Qingyao looked up at the sky, "Why does it always rain in the Peach Blossom Spring."
[Mastery in Seven Luminaries Rain Control Skill 2%, now reached perfection]
Fan Wubing stood in the rain, feeling the empowernt brought by the perfect Seven Luminaries Rain Control Skill.
Double the standard!
The perfect Seven Luminaries Rain Control Skill increased positive effects by no more and no less than twice, while it halved the negative effects.
Besides, his control over the rain was now more precise. He could make it rain more heavily wherever he wanted.
With the assistance of Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill, he could even feel how a raindrop fell from the sky and hit the ground, its trajectory through the air, and how it flowed over the ground.
However, this process consud so ntal endurance.
Though Fan Wubing’s mind and soul were more resilient than most cultivators, he hadn’t specifically trained for this; thus, he couldn’t feel every raindrop. Nonetheless, sensing so was enough for now.
If subjective feelings couldn’t break through the restrictions of this maze-like area, then what about using an objective perspective?
He whispered,
"Qingyao, cover ."
"Okay!"
Seeing Fan Wubing close his eyes, Luo Qingyao knew he was about to break the array and imdiately focused all her attention, sticking close behind him. Her control over the dark green flying sword heightened steadily, becoming intensely sharp, as if one glance could sever vision.
Fan Wubing felt the trajectory of the raindrops within the maze-like area.
He completely abandoned his subjective feelings, seeking a path based on the raindrop’s trajectory.
Step by step moving forward.
At this mont, he felt an utmost peace within, almost reaching a state of self-forgetfulness.
As if in the past, on Enlightennt Peak, sitting tirelessly day and night facing that Enlightennt Stele.
Tap—
Tap—
His footsteps were steady and heavy, rainwater splashing around from the soles of his feet.
At a certain mont, Fan Wubing felt he was no longer Fan Wubing but a raindrop. Falling from the sky, rging into the ground’s water, drifting with the flow. Following the most inevitable operation laws of all things in the universe, moving forward unwaveringly.
Then, in another mont,
he suddenly opened his eyes, a clarity flooding over him.
Behind him, Luo Qingyao felt this clarity, turning around to look at him in amazent.
At this mont, Fan Wubing was moving forward briskly, with an unrestrained lightness, as if having shed all shackles and chains, with only the road ahead being real.
Luo Qingyao was stunned,
It was as if she had returned to the first ti she t Fan Wubing.
Back then, moonlight shone on him, resembling a Divine Being.
Now, rain splattered off him, also akin to a Divine Being.
At the end of a winding path, Fan Wubing suddenly turned back, standing where the lights were sparse, saying,
"We’ve made it out."
Luo Qingyao looked down, quickly rushing forward.
At this mont, she had countless unspeakable feelings in her heart. But these feelings would all fernt into bitterness and sourness once the Peach Blossom Spring closed.
...
Luo Qingyao didn’t ask Fan Wubing how he managed to break the restriction.
Because, in her eyes, that’s just how a senior brother was, always bringing unexpected surprises.
This was senior brother.
After breaking through the restriction, their pace quickened significantly, swiftly navigating the narrow and winding paths to reach the depths of the maze-like area.
Unlike other places, the buildings here were much more orderly, no longer re shacks, but with foundations, fraworks, beams, and tiled roofs... each household even had a yellow lantern hanging. The dim yellow light reflecting on the road, rging with the rain, gave this place a poetic feeling of the rain-filled lane.
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