Grasping the Evil-Chapter 902: Give Me Ten Breaths!

Staring at the shattered ruby on the compass, Ancestor Dulong’s eyes grew increasingly somber.

Beside him, Ao Xuan, the Honored Immortal, remained exceedingly calm, saying, "Daoist Dulong, there’s no need to mind this. Destroying one ancient monument still leaves six. As long as we can find one within six days to awaken the ancient passage, there’s still room for redemption."

"Daoist Ao Xuan is right; it’s my emotions that were stirred."

Ancestor Dulong took a deep breath, calmed himself, put away the compass, and continued to meditate and heal his wounds.

...

"Sub-Innate Bow Spirit..."

The words of the Candle Bow Spirit made Ning Fan’s eyes flicker slightly, but his hand did not stop performing divine skills. Pointing forward with his index finger, the mighty force of the world immediately howled forth, forming a blockade that immobilized the charging bow spirit youth in mid-air.

Pressing forward with his five fingers, a vast force surged out, and the Momentum Character Secret was pushed to its extreme by Ning Fan at this moment.

The bow spirit youth was unable to move, groaned continuously, and gradually more and more seals appeared inside his body. The ferocity in his eyes was slowly subdued; with an unwilling roar, he transformed into a blood-colored iron core bow.

Ning Fan remained cold in expression, curled his palm to summon the Blood Bow into his hand, glanced, nodded slightly, but said nothing more.

Sensing that the bow spirit youth was subdued by Ning Fan, within the Xuan Yin Treasure, the sealed Candle Bow Spirit became even more excited, "Master! Has the Sub-Innate Bow Spirit been captured by you? Quickly give it to me to devour! It’s really a great supplement, truly a great supplement!"

"Noisy!"

Upon hearing the Candle Bow Spirit still clamoring, Ning Fan furrowed his brow, snorted coldly, and activated the seals within, causing the Candle Bow Spirit to cry out miserably, unable to say another word.

Artifact spirits come in many kinds; swords have sword spirits, axes have axe spirits, and naturally, bow spirits are a type of artifact spirit.

Among artifact spirits, there are strong and weak ones, mostly divided into five grades: Mortal Grade, Immortal Grade, Acquired, Sub-Innate, and Innate.

Upon closer inspection, this Blood Bow Spirit was indeed a Sub-Innate Bow Spirit, but for now, Ning Fan had other matters to attend to and no time to deal with the Blood Bow Spirit.

Sealing up the Blood Bow Spirit, Ning Fan swept his gaze toward the nearby pool of blood.

Pursuing Fan Lianxiu all the way, Ning Fan had traversed quite a distance. In this emptiness, apart from him, only this solitary gigantic pool of blood remained.

Within the pool of blood, it held too many residual souls of barbarians, countless billions, impossible to tally, cramped together densely.

All these residual souls were ordinary people slaughtered by Fan Lianxiu, once filled with overwhelming resentment, but after Ning Fan killed Fan Lianxiu, they all prostrated toward Ning Fan, bowing with cries and wails, gratitude etched deeply in their expressions.

They babbled on, seemingly expressing words of gratitude, yet could only utter ghostly sounds, unable to speak in human tongues.

With Fan Lianxiu’s death, the pool of blood too began to slowly collapse, and the numerous barbarian residual souls within it gradually dissipated with the wind.

They had long been dead since ancient times; their residual souls should not have survived until today.

When barbarians die, they cannot enter reincarnation again, because the Heavenly Dao of reincarnation in the primal wilds was already destroyed before ancient times...

Gazing at the countless dissipating barbarian souls, Ning Fan was powerless to stop it, but his gaze was somewhat contemplative.

He activated the Fu Li Spirit Wheels, attempting to use the power of the spirit wheels to collect these residual souls, only to find it impossible.

The Fu Li Spirit Wheels could only collect those who died with unyielding spirits. These barbarians did not die in battle nor were they unyielding, and could not be collected...

They were a group of people abandoned by reincarnation, vanishing into smoke after death, having only this life, no future life...

Silently, Ning Fan retrieved a jar of wine from the storage pouch, popped the seal, and poured it over the blood pool, as a farewell to this group of barbarians abandoned by reincarnation.

His eyes gradually became dazed, as though he glimpsed the destiny of the barbarians; that destiny was a line segment, with a beginning and an end, with no way to turn back and start over...

He seemed to gain some understanding of the destiny of ordinary people in the four heavens and nine worlds.

Their destiny was a circle, linked by life and death, where both life and death occurred within, repeatedly showing scenes of life and death. That circle is known as reincarnation...

"Barbarians have lost the right to reincarnation... But what is reincarnation..."

At the moment the last barbarian soul dissipated, Ning Fan closed his eyes, putting away all thoughts. When he opened his eyes again, there was no extra expression.

The pool of blood collapsed, the residual souls vanished, and the only thing remaining here was the accumulated Slaughter Incense from the pool of blood.

The number of Slaughter Incense here is extraordinarily vast. As the pool of blood crumbled, it spreads like a misty sea in the void.

These Slaughter Incenses are born from the hatred of the dead Stone Warriors against the Barbarian Ancestor, accumulated over countless years, yet they have become a delicacy for the Innate Ghost Mask...

Ning Fan pondered for a moment and finally decided to collect these Slaughter Incenses.

He took out a Blue-and-White Porcelain Vase, pointed its mouth towards the incense-filled misty sea, and uttered the word ’collect.’ Immediately, the misty sea streamed into the vase.

This porcelain vase was a Post-Nirvana Immortal Treasure acquired from some unknown battle.

The vase initially collected the incense smoothly, but after collecting less than one percent of the entire incense misty sea, it suddenly cracked open with a bang, splitting in two, and the gathered incense returned to the misty sea.

The Blue-and-White Porcelain Vase could not withstand too much of the Slaughter Incense, which caused its destruction...

The Post-Nirvana Immortal Treasure is the most commonly used magical treasure for those at the Initial Stage of Crossing Truth, yet it couldn’t even collect one percent of the incense here...

Ning Fan’s eyes flickered slightly, and he took out a Purple Copper Incense Burner of Acquired Three Nirvana. A Three-Nirvana Acquired Immortal Treasure is a potent magical treasure for any in the Crossing Truth stage.

This Purple Copper Incense Burner was of high grade, but upon collecting only one-twentieth of the incense of the misty sea, it could not withstand the Incense Flame power and shattered...

"The amount of Slaughter Incense here is immense, and ordinary magical treasures cannot withstand such a level of Incense Flame power. I wonder just how powerful a magical treasure would be needed to collect all the Slaughter Incense here!"

Ning Fan flipped his hand and took out a Demonic Banner of Acquired Five Nirvana, directing it towards the Slaughter Incense. The rolling incense was immediately absorbed into the Demonic Banner.

A Five-Nirvana Acquired Immortal Treasure is a significant magical treasure for any Shekong Cultivator. Even the Microdust Four Swords from Ning Fan’s Rain’s Five Swords are only of Five Nirvana grade.

However, this Demonic Banner only managed to collect one-fifth of the Slaughter Incense before it could no longer bear the Incense Flame power and directly shattered...

From his storage pouch, Ning Fan had several Acquired Immortal Treasures of Six and Seven Nirvana. As he considered using these treasures for an experiment, he suddenly remembered something.

Flipping his hand, he took out a heavy and terrifying purple gourd from the Xuan Yin Treasure.

This purple gourd was an innate gourd, suitable as material for crafting Innate Treasures. Ning Fan had obtained it when he first entered the Eastern Heaven from a trade star called Shaoze Star by chance accessing Qi Shen’s Treasury.

Back then, Ning Fan’s cultivation was low, and he couldn’t even move the gourd.

Now, with his divine skills, Ning Fan could slightly lift the gourd, although he still didn’t have the ability to refine it into an Innate Treasure.

Only an Immortal Emperor typically has the qualification to refine Innate Treasures, which Ning Fan naturally could not achieve.

The interior of this purple gourd is hollow and naturally apt for containing things. At this moment, Ning Fan took it out as a vessel to contain the Slaughter Incense.

It’s believed that the strength of the innate gourd could withstand the Incense Flame power.

Ning Fan lifted the gourd, pointed its mouth towards the incense misty sea, and uttered the word ’collect.’ The rolling incense poured into the gourd’s mouth, and after several breaths, all the incense here had been absorbed into the gourd, not a trace left.

Having absorbed such an immense Incense Flame power, the purple gourd showed no signs of damage. Witnessing this, Ning Fan nodded and put the gourd back into the Xuan Yin Treasure.

There was no reason to stay here, so he turned and left, returning the way he came.

...

When Ning Fan returned, whether it was the ZiChou Battle Division and other cultivations, or the two hundred thousand Stone Warriors he brought back, all had descended outside the Tianman City.

Upon seeing Ning Fan return, carrying the Evil Qi from vanquishing Fan Lianxiu, the cultivations all cupped their fists towards the sky,

"Thank you, Senior, for slaying the fierce creature and saving our lives!"

The collective shout of the Divine Transformation Realm echoed through the Immortal Clouds.

The two hundred thousand Stone Warriors, lying prostrate on the ground, all lifted their heads, emitting gentle beast roars toward the sky, as if to welcome Ning Fan’s return.

There were also some Human Shekong Cultivators present, usually arrogant, but looking at Ning Fan with the demeanor of juniors toward an elder.

Even Demon Yuanzi, Jin Hua Ancestor, Tengnan, Tengbei, and other human Shattered Thought cultivations dared not slacken, all cupping their fists towards the sky.

Anyone unaware might think they were welcoming a Human Clan Immortal Honorific. The spectacle was grand.

Once Ning Fan descended upon the city walls of Tianman City, a Fairy Loli eagerly darted into his arms like a little monkey, giggling sweetly, wrapping around Ning Fan’s neck like an octopus, taking a deep sniff of his scent, feeling utterly secure.

"Daddy, did you already kill the old Blood Spirit?"

"Yes." Ning Fan nodded, gently stroking the silver hair of the little girl in his arms.

At this moment, Fairy Loli’s soul had returned to her body. She looked rosy, her little face radiant and charming.

Her shoulder, which had been missing a piece of flesh, had already healed under the restoration of lightning power.

To her, being captured by the Binding Thunder Banner wasn’t a catastrophe; instead, it seemed like a fortuitous encounter.

The sea of lightning within the Binding Thunder Banner had been consumed by her, rendering the banner useless... And her aura had become powerful, not weaker than the Early Stage of Shattered Thought...

After setting down the lively Fairy Loli, Ning Fan swept the Broken Continent with his spirit sense, his expression somewhat solemn.

Although he had slain Fan Lianxiu, this battle still left tens of thousands of cultivators dead at Fan Lianxiu’s hands. The ZiChou Battle Division, originally one hundred thousand strong, now had fewer than sixty thousand left. Even among the human experts Ning Fan had previously saved, nearly a thousand had died at Fan Lianxiu’s hands...

Ning Fan slightly closed his eyes; in times of chaos, human lives were like grass. Only the strong could survive the great calamities...

Teng Nan, Teng Bei, and many other human elders came forward one after another to pay their respects to Ning Fan, expressing their gratitude for saving their lives. If it hadn’t been for Ning Fan’s timely arrival, they feared everyone would have perished at Fan Lianxiu’s hands this time.

To these human elder cultivators, Ning Fan used the identity of Zhao Jian.

To Zhao Die’er, Fairy Hanwu, Earth Controlling Devil Star, and others familiar with him, Ning Fan secretly communicated, reminding them not to reveal his true name in front of outsiders, briefly explaining the details of how he saved Fairy Loli’s soul.

On this journey, Ning Fan brought back two hundred thousand Barbarian Beasts and helpers like Demon Yuanzi and Jin Hua Ancestor.

Fairy Loli, having consumed the sea of lightning within the Binding Thunder Banner, significantly boosted her strength, now considered a substantial ally.

With these allies, Ning Fan had considerable assurance of successfully rescuing Miaoyan Immortal Honorific.

"Moreover, the ZiChou Battle Division can also be utilized as help to rescue Miaoyan Immortal Honorific..."

Ning Fan glanced at Teng Nan and Teng Bei, both of whom greeted Ning Fan’s gaze with smiles.

After the Wilderness was shattered, the six battle divisions under Liuhe Immortal Lord each scattered. By now, five battle divisions had contacted Liuhe Immortal Lord and were converging towards his location. Only the ZiChou Battle Division, having just contacted the large human force, had their communication Sound Lute destroyed by a strike from Fan Lianxiu.

As such, the ZiChou Battle Division had no idea where Liuhe Immortal Lord currently was, nor how to join him.

Fortunately, Teng Nan and Teng Bei learned from Demon Yuanzi that Ning Fan’s group was about to seek out Miaoyan Immortal Honorific. And the realm where Miaoyan Immortal Honorific resided seemed not far from this Life Gate Interface, only a few interfaces away...

In their view, as long as they traveled with Ning Fan and his party, it wouldn’t be long before they found Miaoyan Immortal Honorific.

Thus, the entire ZiChou Battle Division, under the leadership of Teng Nan and Teng Bei, stayed on Ning Fan’s Broken Continent, following his lead.

The support around Ning Fan continued to grow.

The many cultivators only hoped this journey would easily lead to finding Miaoyan Immortal Honorific, unaware that Miaoyan Immortal Honorific was currently trapped within the Dead Gate Interface. This fact was concealed by Ning Fan, who didn’t reveal it.

Once revealed, many would fear the dangers of the Dead Gate and leave immediately, giving up on the search for Miaoyan Immortal Honorific.

Before reaching the destination, Ning Fan didn’t intend to tell the group the truth, even if it seemed like he was deliberately tricking his companions.

With Ning Fan around, there was no need for Fairy Burying Moon to perform the Vertical Golden Light anymore.

The Through-Sky Stone fell at the front of the group of beasts, guarded cautiously by them. As Ning Fan pointed from afar, billowing black fog surged from within the Through-Sky Stone, enveloping the Broken Continent.

Ning Fan then activated the Vertical Golden Light, making the entire Broken Continent shoot forward like an arrow, cultivation speed even greater than before, rapidly closing the distance to the Dead Gate Interface where Miaoyan Immortal Honorific was located.

"Miaoyan Immortal Honorific, though I have never had the pleasure of meeting you, you once helped me. Today, I shall return the favor!"

Half an hour passed as Ning Fan traversed through four Life Gate Interfaces. The more they moved forward, the more Demon Yuanzi felt the potential pitfall.

In the eye’s view were floating Broken Continents in the void, filled with scars and devoid of any living aura.

This was where Ning Fan had claimed Miaoyan Immortal Honorific was, yet upon arrival, they didn’t see Miaoyan Immortal Honorific anywhere.

"Eh... Daoist Zhao, didn’t you say Miaoyan Immortal Honorific was here? Why can’t we see the Immortal Honorific... Could it be the Immortal Honorific has left this place already..." Demon Yuanzi’s heart pounded with concern, yet he wore a placating smile.

Doubts were plentiful among many, but Ning Fan did not intend to clarify things for everyone.

He piloted the Broken Continent to float before a Vermilion Giant Gate, activated the Ice Rain Technique, and carefully sensed the inside of the giant gate.

With his sharp eyes, he immediately saw this gate was a Dead Gate, though others couldn’t tell.

Once he sensed that the dangers within the gate were less than he expected, Ning Fan smiled slightly, abruptly activating his divine skills, steering the entire Broken Continent into it!

"This is... the Dead Gate Interface! Daoist Zhao, why are you taking us into the Dead Gate Interface!"

"Senior Zhao, you must have taken the wrong gate, leave this interface quickly!"

"Dead Gate Interface! It’s the Dead Gate Interface! Danger, extreme danger, leave quickly!"

On the Broken Continent, countless cultivators immediately cried out in fear, and Ning Fan’s voice spread promptly.

"Everyone, stay calm and watch closely. Miaoyan Immortal Honorific is indeed here!"

This was Ning Fan’s first entry into the Dead Gate Interface, and this Dead Gate Interface wasn’t a void; in sight, there was endless wind and sand.

In this interface floated a vast desert, the nearest sand was golden. Further in, the sand turned black, and deeper still, it became blood-colored.

In this desert, almost every few steps hid a lethal array. Cultivators below the Shattered Thought Realm would almost certainly die if they entered the Dead Gate and triggered the killing array.

Fortunately, the fierce arrays at the entrance of this interface had long been destroyed by Miaoyan Immortal Honorific. Without delving deep into this realm, there was no danger, which was why Ning Fan dared to directly steer the Broken Continent inside.

Ning Fan’s gaze was solemn, staring towards the blood sand area in the center of the desert.

Within the blood sand area, eight stone towers could be vaguely seen. At the top of each tower was an Immortal Talisman outlined in vermilion, bearing only a single word.

Seal!

The eight stone towers occupied different positions, aligned in a Bagua formation, enclosing a central area of ten thousand miles, evoking an extremely dangerous feeling.

Through endless sand and wind, Ning Fan could barely make out a female figure in the deepest part of the blood sand area, struggling against hundreds of giants.

There she was, Miaoyan Immortal Honorific!

Her enemies were stone giants, each over a hundred thousand feet tall, all formed by array power, endlessly replaceable.

She was trapped in the center of eight stone towers. Were she at her peak, she might have smashed through the towers and carved a path to freedom.

Yet, unfortunately, at this moment, she couldn’t break free from the towers’ encirclement unless a Daoist friend of similar cultivation level was willing to risk mightily assisting...

At this moment, Miaoyan Immortal Honorific’s complexion was pale as paper, her pretty face full of bitterness.

It had been a day since she called for Ning Fan’s help, yet Ning Fan still hadn’t come to her rescue, leaving her feeling somewhat self-mockingly and disappointed...

"That fellow Daoist still doesn’t intend to rescue me, it seems..."

"Is it truly my fate to die here..."

Miaoyan Immortal Honorific sighed softly; she was already in a state of exhaustion, only sustained by sheer will, awaiting rescue.

At this moment, thinking the other party might not intend to rescue her at all, her heart sank further, and her will gradually crumbled...

But just as she was near despair, from afar, a Broken Continent suddenly flew into the void.

Moreover, a man’s voice emerged from the Broken Continent, instantly reaching her ears and her heart.

The voice, though cold, carried a trace of concern for her, leaving her momentarily stunned, then immediately smiling with some emotion.

That mysterious Daoist had not abandoned her, disregarding the dangers here, coming to save her!

Cultivators are often selfish, that person’s cold voice surely marked him as indifferent, yet he was willing to save her, but for what reason...

Who could that person be...

"Give me ten breaths! Within ten breaths, I will definitely rescue you from your plight!"

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