txolops Chapter 695 Late Nascent Soul Stage! Escape! Chaotic Sea!
Chapter 695 Late Nascent Soul Stage! Escape! Chaotic Sea!
Chen Fan swept his sword across the room.
A grayish-white, arc-shaped sword beam traversed the sky, colliding head-on with the barrage of attacks. A deafening roar echoed across the entire sea, and the shockwave from the collision dispersed most of the gray mist that clung to the surface.
The rocks beneath Chen Fan's feet shattered inch by inch, and he was thrown backward by the force of the impact, tumbling several times in the air before regaining his footing.
A trickle of blood had already seeped from the corner of his mouth.
The combined attack of more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators was something he, with combat power comparable to the late Nascent Soul stage, could not withstand head-on. Taking advantage of the momentum from flying backward, he changed direction and sped towards the depths of the boundless sea.
"Pursue." The old man in the late stage of Nascent Soul said a single word calmly.
More than a dozen streaks of light pierced the sky and followed closely behind.
This chase lasted for ten days and ten nights.
Chen Fan fought and retreated simultaneously, using the Fixed Word Technique to activate his movement. With his mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation and the power of the Immortal-Demon Fusion, he constantly widened the distance between himself and the Nascent Soul cultivators chasing him from behind.
Each time he was caught, he would sweep his sword to force back the pursuers, and use the recoil to continue his escape.
Each confrontation aggravated the hidden injuries within his body. He had used up the last Guiyuan Pill in the past ten days, and only two Huitian Pills remained.
The immortal and demonic energies in his meridians were constantly tug-of-war between depletion and barely recovery. On the fifth day, his left arm was grazed by an ice blade, and the wound was so deep that the bone was visible.
On the seventh day, his right shoulder was pierced by a golden sword aura. Although he had sealed the wound with spiritual power, blood still seeped from his shoulder every time he swung the sword.
The pursuers weren't having an easy time either.
Three of the six early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators had already been injured by Chen Fan's sword intent, forcing them to slow down and fall behind. Two of the four mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators were also injured to varying degrees.
Only the old man in the late Nascent Soul stage remained calm and unhurried, trailing behind without any apparent urgency to capture Chen Fan immediately.
He was waiting for Chen Fan to exhaust himself.
On the evening of the tenth day, a gray-white barrier stretched across the horizon.
The barrier stretched from the sea to the horizon, with an endless sea shrouded in gray mist on the left and a completely different scene on the right.
The sky there was filled with a layer of eerie green light, not gray mist, but a more ancient and chaotic demonic aura.
The sea was no longer dark, but a deep, unfathomable emerald green. As the waves surged, spatial rifts could be faintly seen appearing and disappearing on the surface, like countless silent mouths opening and closing in the air.
Those spatial rifts were completely unpredictable; one moment they were in the east, and the next they might appear in the west, tearing intruders to shreds, body and soul.
Chaotic seas.
The deepest and most dangerous forbidden area of the boundless sea.
Back when he obtained that fragment of a Void Refinement-level magic weapon at the Jubao Auction House, he had already heard of the infamous Chaotic Sea. Ordinary Nascent Soul demonic cultivators who stepped into it never returned, and only Deity Transformation demonic cultivators could approach the outer perimeter, but even then, they could only approach, not traverse.
That mid-stage Nascent Soul demon cultivator risked his life to bring out the fragment, but in the end, he met a tragic end.
Chen Fan stopped at the edge of the chaotic sea.
A dozen streaks of light followed him and landed hundreds of feet behind him, spreading out in a fan shape and sealing off all his escape routes to the Chaotic Sea.
An old man in the late Nascent Soul stage emerged from the light and stood with his hands behind his back in mid-air.
The ten days and ten nights of pursuit did not leave any trace of fatigue on his face; only the indifference in his old eyes was deeper than when he set out.
"Chen Fan, the Chaotic Sea is just ahead. Even demonic cultivators who have lived in the Boundless Sea for thousands of years dare not step into it. Don't think that you can find a glimmer of hope by escaping in. Spatial rifts are everywhere in the Chaotic Sea. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage would face a nine-out-of-ten chance of death if he entered it. You are now trapped in a dead end ahead and pursued by enemies behind. There is no way out."
He paused, then said with a serious tone, "Surrender. I can plead for you before the king; perhaps you can be spared."
Chen Fan stood on the edge of the chaotic sea, the sea breeze making his black robe flutter.
He didn't turn around, nor did he answer.
At this moment, the golden bowl in his arms was trembling violently.
That tremor was not a warning, nor was it fear; rather, it was a resonance that bordered on euphoria.
His reaction was exactly the same as when he first saw that deep blue fragment at the Jubao Auction House, only ten times more intense.
The faint, almost invisible water ripple on the bowl was glowing slightly, spreading out in concentric circles, as if responding to some kind of call.
Chen Fan suddenly understood.
He recalled the contents of the map on the fragment.
Deep within the chaotic sea lies an extremely vast underground cavern, and within the cavern flows a winding, dark river.
That underground river was what Jinwan had always longed for: a natural water source.
Chen Fan once disguised himself as a demonic cultivator on Demon Abyss Island in the Boundless Sea to search for clues about the source of innate water, but he never found anything.
Now, this clue has reappeared before him in this way.
Seeing that he remained unmoved, the late-stage Nascent Soul elder frowned slightly. He raised his hand, and more than a dozen Nascent Soul elders behind him simultaneously activated their magical treasures. In an instant, the sky was filled with spiritual light once again, illuminating the entire sea with a dazzling array of colors.
Chen Fan turned around to face the dozen or so streaks of light approaching him. He slowly took out the last Rejuvenation Pill from his storage bag and put it in his mouth, feeling the medicinal power dissolve in his meridians and generate the last wisp of spiritual energy.
Then he held the eleventh bowl horizontally in front of him, feeling the water-attribute fluctuations in his dantian that were resonating with the golden bowl.
Looking around, Chen Fan saw dark brown reefs beneath his feet, the chaotic and unknown forbidden sea behind him, and a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators surrounding him in front of him.
It seems he has reached a dead end!
Chen Fan suddenly smiled.
The smile was so faint, almost invisible, that it caused the old man in the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm to slightly shrink his pupils.
He has lived for over a thousand years and has witnessed countless people's reactions in dire situations.
Some people became hysterical, some knelt down and begged for mercy, some closed their eyes and waited for death, but no one could laugh in such a moment.
"Take one step forward and you die; take one step back and you live. Do you think you have a choice?" The old man's voice had taken on a cold tinge. "I advise you not to make a mistake."
Chen Fan looked at him and spoke calmly, his voice not loud but clearly reaching the ears of everyone present:
"Our family chooses to move forward."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and stepped into the chaotic sea.
In the sky behind him, the late-stage Nascent Soul elder watched the gray-blue figure disappear into the eerie green demonic energy and remained silent for a long time.
He did not order a pursuit.
It's not that I don't want to, but I can't.
It should be known that the spatial rifts in the chaotic sea are enough to tear apart any pursuers, and even he, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, would not dare to step into them lightly.
After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice carrying an indescribable complexity: "Seal off this sea area. No one is allowed to enter or leave without permission. I want to see how long he can stay in there."