Looking out the window, the mountains stretched endlessly, the clouds drifting leisurely.
Inside the high-speed train, Zhang Fan's eyelids drooped as if half-open, resembling the clay statues of Gods and Buddhas in temples, with only a ray of celestial light shining through.
Three feet overhead, his Primordial Spirit sat in ditation, with peculiar ripples continuously spreading around, expanding further and further, searching for traces of the Evil God, but after a long ti, finding nothing.
"Good, worthy of being part of , really quite elusive." Zhang Fan slowly opened his eyes, a distinct glow flickering deep within them.
Given the mysterious and powerful nature of his Primordial Spirit, he could not even trace a hint of the Evil God from the residual aura of their recent encounter.
It seed this entity's current strength was already not below that of his physical form, and perhaps his research into Great Divine Split or Three Corpses Illuminating Fate was even more profound than Zhang Fan's.
Zhang Fan speculated that the Evil God must have a way to lock or disguise his Primordial Spirit, so much so that Zhang Fan, as his true self, could not detect the other's presence even at close proximity.
"This is sowhat troubleso." Zhang Fan pondered rapidly.
Initially, to overco the Great Night tribulation, he cultivated the Divine Splitting Technique, dividing his Primordial Spirit into three: the Good God returned to the body acupoints, retaining consciousness, while the Fierce God and Evil God each took part of the power away...
The Fierce God was fine, always sealed by Xiong Sanqi, hidden within the Yin Mountain Xiong Family, retrieving it was only a matter of ti.
But the Evil God was different, he took away more than half of the power and mory, seized others' bodies for rebirth, and quietly grew stronger over the past ten years.
The most troubleso part was, he knew of Zhang Fan's existence, yet Zhang Fan did not know his identity in reality.
"Although I haven't found him, he shouldn't be too far away, probably in Dongshan Province." Zhang Fan thought thoughtfully.
At this realm, even though his Primordial Spirit could erge and walk in daylight, it still couldn't travel thousands of miles in one day or roam throughout.
The Evil God was quite close, yet amidst the vast sea of people, he was like a grain of sand thrown into the ocean, hard to effectively find unless he reveals himself voluntarily.
"His appearance here must not be just to probe ."
Zhang Fan had a constant intuition that the sudden appearance of the Evil God must have other purposes, though this was based on no evidence—rely an intrinsic sense and perception derived from being originally one entity.
"Brother Fan, who was that expert just now?"
At this mont, Liu Xingtui's voice pulled Zhang Fan's thoughts back, his face still showing traces of unease that he couldn't shake off.
Beside him, Liu Xingyu was even more silent.
The Primordial Spirit battle just now, raw and violent, was fine for ordinary people, since without Primordial Spirit Awakening, even sensitive life charts or weak individuals only felt slight discomfort, lethargy, or nausea.
But they were different, as cultivators with Primordial Spirit Awakening, they could feel the terror of such ripples even more.
At this mont, Liu Xingyu was even sowhat withdrawn, reluctant to speak any more, and his complexion looked bad.
In fact, his Primordial Spirit was sowhat erratic, hovering between ergence and return, clearly still unsettled by the fright.
"Little..." Zhang Fan hesitated, touching his chin, his expression turning peculiar.
In so sense, he was the Evil God, and the Evil God was him...
"Little cutie." Zhang Fan pursed his lips.
"Hmm!?"
Liu Xingtui was stunned, seemingly not hearing clearly, and certainly not understanding.
"Brother Fan, the Daoist Alliance folks from Dongshan Province are here again."
At this mont, Liu Xingyu spoke up to remind him.
Zhang Fan looked up and saw Wei Qingsong coming from afar with his junior sister Lin Xiaoke—they had just searched the entire train but hadn't found the mysterious expert.
Zhang Fan watched, unable to suppress a sneer.
Not to ntion the Evil God wasn't even on this train, what they saw just now was rely the Primordial Spirit Outer Scenery—not even if he really was, given their capabilities, they'd be too busy escaping to persistently search!
"Daoist Brother!"
Wei Qingsong approached and bowed, his attitude devoid of the earlier formality, while Lin Xiaoke stood obediently behind her senior brother, lacking her forr pride, avoiding eye contact with Zhang Fan.
The battle just now left too deep an impression on them as senior brother and sister.
"Thanks to Daoist Brother's intervention just now." Wei Qingsong's tone had grown more respectful.
"You're welco." Zhang Fan replied casually but did not care much, at the mont, most of his thoughts focused on the Evil God, not regarding Wei Qingsong's goodwill.
Moreover, his trip to Dongshan was to find the missing Jiang Lai, not to make friends.
"If Daoist Brother is free, after getting off the train later, might I invite Daoist Brother to dine?" Wei Qingsong cordially invited.
"Beans are plenty."
At this mont, Lin Xiaoke timidly added.
Liu Brothers raised their eyebrows involuntarily and glanced over, while Wei Qingsong froze for a mont before turning back to glare at Lin Xiaoke, wondering why his junior sister suddenly seed absent-minded, blurting out such a statent.
Although without eating beans it's said one hasn't truly arrived in Dongshan Province, what kind of person was he inviting now? Not just chicken, but plenty of beans!? What was that supposed to an!?
"What are you saying?" Wei Qingsong muttered through clenched teeth.
"I... I'm... sorry, senior brother, I..." Lin Xiaoke appeared sowhat dazed.
"Apologies, Daoist Brother, my junior sister was impacted just now, hasn't recovered yet."
As he spoke, Wei Qingsong glanced at Liu Xingyu, who was also sowhat bewildered.
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