Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 430 - 193: Heaven Nurturing Technique (Part 2)

Chapter 430: Chapter 193: Heaven Nurturing Technique (Part 2)

There are two possibilities: one, when refining this small world, materials containing Demonic Qi were used; two, the owner of this small world employs demonic cultivation techniques, or perhaps is a demon cultivator themselves.

As he observed, he slowly drew out the Long Sword Pointing at the Moon buried in his chest.

The plain sword blade poured forth light and shadows.

Suddenly, he felt a force gathering rapidly at the center of his forehead. In an instant, this force exploded.

This is a direct attack on the Purple Mansion! It intends to annihilate my soul!

A spike of blood formed and pierced through his skull, exploding out from the back of his head.

However, Fan Wubing’s soul is united with his physical body. If the soul is injured, the physical body bears it, so it merely reduces the Blood Bar.

[-450 trillion points]

What a powerful attack!

If it were an ordinary Mahayana cultivator, their soul might have been crushed by this blow. Even those who have cultivated to Mahayana usually have many means and life-saving tricks, but having their soul crushed directly means losing the ability to resist, leaving them only to wait for the cycle of the Dao to seek rebirth opportunities.

This person is decisive in killing, striking with lethal precision!

The Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill immediately refilled the Blood Bar.

"Burning Heart" began stacking.

Fan Wubing focused his eyes, searching through the layered small world.

He couldn’t help but wonder, how did that killing move suddenly explode at his brow? And how did it vanish without a trace? Fortunately, he had the "Furnace of the Heart." For anyone else, even those proficient in soul refinement, it would have been hard to withstand.

After all, no matter how refined the soul, it still can’t compare to the physical body.

As he thought of this, another blood spike suddenly exploded at his brow, piercing through his entire head.

[-870 trillion points]

This time, the assault was more ferocious!

Fan Wubing was taken aback. Did they hold back just now? Is this the might of a Tribulation Immortal?

It’s terrifying, taking away one-thirtieth of my life force in an instant!

He felt a bit heavy-hearted, as he still couldn’t find out how such an attack was formed. Even though he was ready at any moment to use the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill to capture it, he still couldn’t, like trying to catch a shadow with his hands.

[-1,200 trillion points]

[-1,990 trillion points]

The damage keeps increasing?

Could it be that the opponent has something similar to "Burning Heart," a damage-boosting divine technique?

Fan Wubing is not afraid of being unable to defeat someone, but afraid of not being able to hit them. If he doesn’t even know where or what the opponent is, how does having great cultivation even help? 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

And the higher the realm, the more mystical the cultivation techniques, divine techniques, and other methods opponents may have.

He had heard that the Cultivation Realm does not lack those with methods to kill from beyond the heavens.

At this moment, the enemy he faced was unlike any he had encountered before.

Fan Wubing gradually realized that his methods... were somewhat insufficient.

My Dao is unrestrained, my Dao is me!

He released his Dao intent, ascended the Dao Platform, overlooking the various great paths in this small world, trying to find the interconnections and transformations of things.

Yet another blood spike exploded at his brow.

[-2,780 trillion points]

This is already one-tenth of the total blood volume.

Though the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill could still instantly refill it, if it continues like this, it might stack up to over ten trillion.

He must first find the opponent.

He had to understand whether this hidden enemy’s damage stacking ability was a divine technique talent like "Burning Heart," some kind of Dao, or something even more mysterious.

Thoughts swiftly passed through his mind.

Fan Wubing furrowed his eyebrows, a pale gray flickered through his eyes, his gaze becoming cold and murderous, as if he had entered winter in an instant.

"Xiaohan!"

The Small Cold Sword Intent of Peach Blossoms, through his soul, entered the Long Sword Pointing at the Moon. The sword’s light shimmered with shadows, and the freezing murderous intent instantly covered the entire small world, sparing no space within its layered confines.

It was as if time had frozen.

The energy and Dao intent all ceased to flow.

All things were frozen in space.

Because of the "Demonic Body Weaponization," the stronger Fan Wubing’s physical body, the higher the quality of Pointing at the Moon.

This sword, no one could block.

Then he saw a force frozen at his brow.

At a glance, he knew it was this force constantly trying to pierce his Purple Mansion and crush his soul.

The Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill immediately enveloped it, analyzing and dismantling it completely in an instant.

He let out a cold snort, "So you wanted to destroy my soul and take over my Purple Mansion! It’s disgraceful that a Tribulation Immortal would use such a crude possession technique!"

Though called crude, if it were anyone else, it might have worked long ago.

The reason the damage kept escalating was that it was deliberately controlled, to avoid shattering the Purple Mansion as well, which would prevent possession. The hidden foe aimed to pierce the Purple Mansion precisely, to kill the soul.

Fan Wubing thought, I overestimated this person.

This way, he had no more concerns, holding the Pointing at the Moon. Standing on the Dao Platform of My Dao, every sword he swung was imbued with the eternal coldness of the Dao of the Eternal Night Snow Mountain.

The Small Cold Sword Intent, freezes all things!

Crack!

Suddenly, the sound of something shattering came from afar. Fan Wubing flashed over, immediately seeing a humanoid phantom formed by the convergence of energy, the Dao, and some rather mystical power.

Fan Wubing asked sternly, "Are you the Tribulation Immortal of this place?"

This humanoid phantom trembled, constantly absorbing various forces into its body, gradually becoming more solid.

He wore a red robe, thin and wiry, not looking very old, around his fifties, far from the brink of the five decays of heaven and man. Fan Wubing could tell his appearance was not a facade.