Many had speculated about the reason. So believed Ju Fan had committed a terrible offense. Others thought he had been selected for so secret experint. A few even guessed that he had gained favor.
But as ti passed and Ju Fan never appeared again, the excitent gradually died down.
Most disciples assud the sa conclusion.
Ju Fan's fate was probably not good.
Few people who entered the domain of that Peak Head ca out unhard.
The man's reputation within the sect was infamous.
Even the elders were aware of his past.
Over the centuries he had taken hundreds of disciples. Most of them had disappeared quietly. Those who survived rarely spoke about what had happened to them.
The stories that circulated painted a dark picture.
Experints.
Brutal cultivation trials.
Mad attempts to break through his bottleneck.
The Second Kidney Peak Head was known for his obsession with advancent. Many believed that if he did not obtain the Cold Silk Orchid, he would eventually attempt even more extre thods.
Because of this reputation, most people did not question Ju Fan's disappearance too deeply.
They simply assud he had beco another victim of those experints.
The other Peak Heads did not intervene either.
Even the First Kidney Peak Head ignored the rumors.
The history of the Second Kidney Peak was well known among the sect's leadership. The man's strange behavior was nothing new. If he wished to tornt another disciple in pursuit of a breakthrough, they would not interfere.
To them, it was rely another chapter in a long and unpleasant story.
Ironically, this indifference was exactly what the Second Kidney Peak Head had intended.
Ju Fan was being ignored.
And that was the safest possible outco.
Inside the cultivation chamber, the trance continued.
Until finally, one day, sothing changed.
The cold arrived.
Not gradually.
Not in gentle waves.
It ca like a catastrophe.
The mont it appeared, the sensation multiplied explosively.
GOOOONNNGGG~
The abyss within Han Yu's perception surged violently. The spiraling vortex expanded even further, and the darkness within it seed to deepen into sothing almost tangible.
At the sa ti, the cold struck.
It was no longer a faint chill.
It was a tidal wave.
A tsunami of freezing emptiness that crashed into Han Yu's awareness with overwhelming force.
The cold spread through his entire being in a single instant.
His bones trembled.
His spirit shook.
Even within the trance, the sheer magnitude of the freezing sensation could no longer be ignored.
Han Yu understood imdiately.
This was it.
The mont he had been waiting for.
The technique had finally reached its final stage.
The abyss was attempting to consu him.
If he hesitated now, the cold would swallow everything.
But Han Yu had been preparing for this mont since the beginning.
He had endured weeks of suffering.
He had honed his will like a blade.
And now it was ti to strike.
'Finally...' The mont the cold surged toward its peak, Han Yu moved.
The Dancing Fla Art erupted within his body.
For who knows how long he had suppressed the fire Qi in his ridians, allowing the cold to dominate his body completely.
Now the flas returned.
WHOOSH
They surged through his ridian network like a raging inferno awakening from slumber.
Blood Qi mixed with Fire Qi instantly.
The two energies fused together.
Blood Flas.
Deep crimson fire burst forth within his Dantian.
The heat spread rapidly, clashing against the overwhelming cold pouring from the abyss. The two forces collided violently, sending shockwaves of opposing energy through his body.
Han Yu did not allow the flas to disperse.
He gathered them.
Compressed them.
Shaped them.
The Blood Flas twisted together under his control, forming a single concentrated weapon.
A halberd.
The weapon he knew best.
The weapon his instincts trusted most.
The blazing halberd ford from pure Blood Fla hovered within his Dantian like a burning star. Its blade glowed with searing heat, radiating power that pushed back against the suffocating cold of the abyss.
Han Yu's will surged.
He gripped the weapon with his consciousness.
Then he charged.
HUALA
The fiery halberd lunged forward like a streak of crimson lightning.
It tore through the darkness without hesitation.
Straight toward the abyssal gate that towered before him.
The blade of fla struck the swirling vortex with unstoppable force.
And the battle between fire and abyss truly began.
A mont later, Han Yu's strike landed.
SHLICK
The halberd ford from Blood Flas pierced straight into the heart of the abyssal vortex.
But the result was not what he expected.
There was no ringing collision. No violent explosion. Instead the mont the halberd entered the vortex, the sensation was strange and unsettling.
It felt as if the weapon had plunged into a thick ocean of tar.
The flas did not rebound. They did not cut cleanly either.
They sank.
The crimson halberd slid deeper into the spinning darkness, swallowed slowly by the abyss. The resistance was enormous, like pushing through an endless mass of viscous darkness.
Yet Han Yu did not retreat.
His will surged forward.
More Blood Flas erupted from his ridians and poured into the halberd. The weapon glowed brighter and brighter, its crimson flas roaring like a blazing furnace within the darkness.
"Break!" Han Yu roared within his mind.
The halberd surged forward.
The abyss responded imdiately.
The vortex spun faster.
The darkness expanded outward like an opening maw. At the sa ti, the cold intensified violently.
The freezing sensation multiplied with terrifying speed.
Han Yu felt the chill slam into his body like an avalanche.
Still he endured.
His flas surged forward with greater force. But the abyss did not stop growing. The vortex widened and the darkness deepened.
The cold spread faster than his flas could burn.
It reached the point where even the blazing halberd began to slow.
The crimson weapon struggled to advance through the thick abyssal energy. The flas flickered under the overwhelming pressure of the cold.
Han Yu pushed harder and more Blood Flas surged forward... But the abyss was relentless.
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