togophonebook Chapter 487 The Soul Refining Sect Ancestor Awakens! The Old Eunuch is Arrested!
Chapter 487 The Soul Refining Sect Ancestor Awakens! The Old Eunuch is Arrested!
"Oh no!" Shangqing Daoist exclaimed, "It's the Soul Refining Sect's patriarch... he's awake!"
"How is this possible?! The seal is still there!" The voice of the Heavenly Fiend Ancestor trembled.
But there's no need to argue anymore.
Because the third heartbeat has already sounded.
"Thump!!!"
This sound was like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding in everyone's mind!
The weakest Nascent Soul stage elders bled from all seven orifices on the spot, clutching their heads and howling in agony!
Even Daoist Qinglian and Zhou Shan, who were at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, turned pale and felt as if their souls had been struck by a heavy hammer!
Chen Fan also let out a muffled groan, the death intent at his fingertips dissipated, and he staggered backward.
He looked up and gazed into the depths of the Soul Refining Sect.
The layers upon layers of sealing formations were undergoing a strange transformation!
The outermost pale gold "Dragon and Phoenix Imprisoning Heaven Lock" light screen, with its dragon and phoenix phantoms emitting a silent lament, shattered inch by inch, turning into a sky full of golden light and dissipating!
Then, the second layer, the third layer, the fourth layer...
Countless sealing light curtains, like pieces of paper being set on fire, crumbled and annihilated one after another!
With each layer that breaks, the malevolent aura intensifies!
When the innermost and thickest nine blood-red light curtains exploded simultaneously!
"roar!!!"
A roar that defies description rose into the sky from the core palace complex of the Soul Refining Sect!
That roar contained millennia of resentment, overwhelming killing intent, and... a terrifying pressure that surpassed all living beings!
The oppressive force swept across the entire sealed space as if it were a tangible force!
"Thump!"
An early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't withstand it and collapsed to his knees, trembling all over.
The other Nascent Soul cultivators were also pale-faced, their spiritual energy flowing sluggishly, as if a mountain was pressing down on their backs.
Chen Fan also felt difficulty breathing, but he stared intently at the core area, his eyes swirling with a grayish-white light, barely managing to withstand the pressure.
The magnificent palace complex, which was half real and half unreal, was undergoing a tremendous transformation!
The dilapidated palaces are being repaired and rebuilt at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The collapsed building has been rebuilt!
The damaged square has been restored to its original state!
Even more chilling was that from the top of the tallest black hall in the center of the palace complex, a thick, pillar-like jet-black beam of light shot into the sky, piercing straight into the dark red firmament!
Within the beam of light, a blurry figure could be vaguely seen, slowly rising to its feet.
The figure wasn't tall, yet it seemed to hold up the entire world.
With each step he took to stand, the pressure from the sealed space grew heavier.
When he stood up completely straight!
"Buzz..."
The void trembled.
All the surviving Nascent Soul cultivators felt their Nascent Souls trembling; it was the suppression of their rank, the fear of ants facing a giant dragon.
"The seal of ten thousand years... can no longer contain me."
A hoarse, aged voice, yet carrying boundless majesty, resounded throughout everyone's consciousness.
That doesn't spread through the air, but directly affects the soul!
The patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect has been resurrected!
"Run!" someone shouted first.
The eleven Nascent Soul cultivators no longer cared about Chen Fan or the treasures, and rushed frantically out of the side hall!
But the next moment, they were horrified to discover that the space around the side hall had somehow solidified into iron!
No matter how they channeled their spiritual power or used their escape techniques, they couldn't move an inch!
"Spatial lockdown... the power of spatial rules that only cultivators at the Integration stage can use?!" Qinglian Daoist's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with despair.
Surprisingly!
Even though the Soul Refining Sect's patriarch was sealed for ten thousand years and his cultivation level plummeted, he has now been revived and still retains some of the power of the Integration Stage!
Within the rules, all living beings are but ants.
"I have been asleep for ten thousand years, and when I awoke, I found myself in such a lively scene."
The hoarse voice rang out again, tinged with amusement.
The black beam of light slowly receded, eventually disappearing completely into the figure's body.
Only now did everyone see what he looked like!
It was an old man dressed in a tattered black robe, with white hair and beard, and a withered face, like a dried corpse.
But his eyes were frighteningly bright.
Deep within the pupils, it seemed as if billions of souls were wailing and struggling, a single glance enough to shatter one's soul.
The Soul Refining Sect patriarch's gaze swept across the side hall, over the eleven Nascent Soul cultivators, and finally landed on Chen Fan.
His gaze lingered on Chen Fan for a moment, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
"Interesting," he murmured. "The realm of life and death... someone can actually reach this level in the Nascent Soul stage."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his withered right hand and gently grasped it.
Chen Fan felt the space around him distort, his vision blurred, and when he came to his senses, he was no longer in the side hall!
Meanwhile, Young Master Wang, Daoist Qinglian, and the others remained trapped in the frozen space of the side hall, watching this scene in terror.
Chen Fan looked around.
This is a vast, empty hall with a towering roof and walls covered with strange runes. In the center stands a massive, blood-red altar.
On the altar, the patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect sat cross-legged, watching him with great interest.
"Young man, what is your name?" the patriarch asked, his voice still hoarse, but less authoritative and more inquisitive.
Chen Fan was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Chen Fan."
"Chen Fan..." the patriarch repeated, nodding, "You possess the aura of established rules. Though faint, I cannot mistake it."
Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat.
The art of word identification!
The old patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect could tell at a glance that he had practiced the Fixed Word Technique!
"It seems you have inherited that person's legacy." A look of reminiscence flashed in the ancestor's eyes. "Back then, it was he who used the rules of destiny as the core to set up this ten-thousand-year seal, trapping me here."
Chen Fan's pupils contracted slightly.
The origin of the Fixed Word Technique is indeed related to the powerful figure who sealed the Soul Refining Sect!
"However, what you've cultivated is only superficial." The ancestor shook his head. "The true rules of stillness can govern the laws of heaven and earth, the flow of time and space, and the birth and death of all things. The understanding of life and death you've grasped now is remarkably similar to the true meaning of stillness..."
He paused, and a hint of appreciation appeared in his gaze as he looked at Chen Fan.
"My resurrection requires a large amount of vitality and soul power to restore my cultivation. Those Nascent Souls outside are perfect food for me."
"But you are different."
The ancestor slowly stood up, stepped down from the altar, and came to Chen Fan.
His thin body wasn't tall, but it gave Chen Fan a sense of oppression as imposing as a mountain.
"I'm giving you two choices."
"First, become my disciple and inherit the Daoist lineage of the Soul Refining Sect. I can help you perfect your understanding of life and death, and even... allow you to truly comprehend the true meaning of stillness."
"Secondly," a bloodthirsty glint flashed in the patriarch's eyes, "it will become the first source of nourishment for me to recover my cultivation."
Chen Fan looked up and met the gaze of the ancestor.
His face showed no fear, no hesitation, only a deathly stillness.
After being captured, he glanced around and gritted his teeth, saying:
"We should have a third option!"
"Oh? Tell me!" A hint of mockery appeared in the withered eyes of the Soul Refining Sect's patriarch!
"Senior... you haven't escaped. If I'm not mistaken, you're still trapped in this seal!" Chen Fan took a deep breath and stared at the Soul Refining Sect's patriarch.
"The reason you... captured me is probably to have me help you break the seal, right?"
The Soul Refining Sect's patriarch's pupils contracted, and the contempt in his eyes vanished!
Instead, he looked at the meticulous, courageous and resourceful old eunuch in front of him and felt a hint of appreciation on his face!