txolops Chapter 696 Stepping into the Chaotic Sea! Spatial Turbulence!
Chapter 696 Stepping into the Chaotic Sea! Spatial Turbulence!
The moment Chen Fan stepped into the chaotic sea, the pursuers behind him were isolated in another world by the gray-white barrier that stretched across the sky.
Everything before my eyes became strange and eerie in an instant. The eerie green demonic energy surged in from all directions like living things, its density so great that it almost solidified. Every breath felt like swallowing a cold, wet sponge.
The seawater beneath my feet was no longer the usual dark color, but a bottomless emerald green, like the stomach contents of some ancient beast slowly churning.
Countless gray, fluffy objects of varying sizes float on the sea surface. They are neither seaweed nor foam, but rather resemble fragments of some torn space.
Further away, several bare reefs could be vaguely seen, their outlines appearing and disappearing in the green mist. The surfaces of the reefs were covered with dense spatial cracks, the edges of which emitted a faint blue light, like countless eyes silently watching the intruder.
Without hesitation, Chen Fan put the Golden Cicada into his sleeve and tucked the Black Soul Banner back into his waistband. He circulated the power of the fusion of immortals and demons around his body to its limit, condensing a thick layer of protective spiritual light on his body.
However, just as he regained his footing, the space less than three zhang in front of him silently cracked open.
It was a long, narrow, and twisted crack with incredibly sharp edges, like an invisible giant blade gently slicing through the air.
The inside of the crack was pure darkness; it wasn't that there was no light, but rather that even the light had been swallowed up.
An indescribably violent suction force surged forth, pulling in all the seawater and demonic energy within a radius of dozens of feet, emitting a piercing hiss.
The sound wasn't the sound of wind or water; it was more like the wail of space itself being torn apart.
Spatial turbulence.
It is a terrifying existence capable of easily tearing apart a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
Chen Fan almost instinctively pushed the Fixed Word Technique to its limit, his body barely turning at the edge of the turbulent current, narrowly avoiding the direct pull of the crack.
However, the spatial aftershocks emanating from the edge of the crack still grazed his left shoulder, and the protective aura shattered inch by inch in the face of this aftershock in less than a breath.
The wound on his left shoulder, which had just healed, burst open again. Before the blood could flow out, it was absorbed by the residual spatial waves, leaving not even a trace of blood mist.
Without any hesitation, Chen Fan vanished from the spot in an instant.
A tiny, golden speck of dust, the size of a isopod, drifted silently through the chaotic green mist, blending into the gray, fluffy matter on the sea surface, inconspicuous.
Inside the Golden Bowl space, Chen Fan fell onto the bluestone ground of the courtyard.
The wound on his left shoulder was so deep that the bone was visible, and a fine crack had appeared on his scapula. He struggled to sit cross-legged, took out the last Rejuvenation Pill from his storage bag, put it in his mouth, and felt the medicinal power slowly dissolve in his meridians.
He had already exhausted his Guiyuan Pills, and only this last one of his Huitian Pills remained. He was almost out of even the most basic healing pills.
Wei Gonggong was squatting on the edge of the field checking the growth of the radishes when he heard the noise and subconsciously looked up. When he saw Chen Fan covered in blood, the hoe in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
He paused for a moment, then strode over, a very subtle change flashing across his thin face.
"Oh, Eunuch Chen is injured again? I thought you were invincible after breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage."
Despite his sarcastic tone, Eunuch Wei's actions were anything but slow. He took out the finest healing pills from his sleeve and stuffed them into Chen Fan's mouth. He then summoned a spring of spiritual water to clean Chen Fan's wounds, all the while muttering incoherently.
"Last time he was chased and beaten by a Nascent Soul cultivator, but this time, his arm is almost broken. Even if we tried, we couldn't match Eunuch Chen's ability to cause trouble."
Chen Fan ignored his gossip, closed his eyes and fully absorbed the medicinal power of the Rejuvenation Pill, then used his spiritual energy to repair the fracture in his left shoulder.
A day in the bowl is but a moment in the outside world, giving him ample time to recover.
Meanwhile, the golden bowl transformed into golden dust particles the size of mesons, silently floating in the green mist of the chaotic sea.
The faint, almost invisible ripple on the bowl now shone like a miniature galaxy, with concentric circles of blue light spreading out from it, resonating strongly with something deep within the chaotic sea.
That resonance was not an ordinary fluctuation of spiritual energy, but a deeper connection, as if two fragments that had been separated for countless years had finally sensed each other's existence.
The golden bowl began to move.
It no longer drifted with the wind, but actively flew in one direction. Its speed was not fast, but extremely stable, as if it were being pulled by an invisible thread, passing through layers of green mist and heading towards the deepest part of the chaotic sea.
The spatial rifts along the way instinctively moved aside after sensing the fluctuations emanating from the golden bowl, as if they had encountered something that they dared not offend.
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Chen Fan stayed in the bowl for seven days, and his left shoulder injury had recovered to about 70-80%.
He didn't rush out, but instead sat cross-legged in the courtyard of the golden bowl space, extending his divine sense outside the golden bowl and using the word-fixing technique to sense all the movements in the outside world.
In the days that followed, the golden bowl carried him through one spatial rift after another.
The cracks, which were initially only a few feet wide, gradually grew into deep canyons tens of feet wide, each one powerful enough to tear a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator to shreds.
However, the golden bowl remained unharmed as it traveled through these cracks. The spatial power that even a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage dared not touch was as docile as a domesticated animal in front of the golden bowl.
Chen Fan even saw a very faint golden halo on the surface of the golden bowl. The shape of the halo was completely different from any protective aura he had ever seen before. It was more like a manifestation of a higher level of spatial law.
After flying for an unknown period of time, the golden bowl entered an extremely narrow spatial rift.
The crack was only the size of a fist, with jagged edges, like an old wound that had been forcibly torn open by some terrifying force.
Inside the rift was a twisted spatial passage, its walls filled with colorful spatial turbulence, like a tunnel leading to the underworld.
The golden bowl traveled through the tunnel for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and then suddenly emerged from the other end.
Before us lay an extremely vast underground space.
This place is located at an unknown depth in the ocean. Countless stalactite-like dark green crystals hang upside down from the dome, each tens of feet long. Inside the crystals, there is a faint, eerie light flowing, like solidified candle flames.
The ground was an extremely ancient stone platform, covered with a thick layer of dust and gravel, which creaked when stepped on.
The platform's edge had collapsed, revealing a dark abyss below. Occasionally, eerie green lights would flash across the abyss, whether from some kind of creature or the afterglow of a spatial rift, it was unclear.
What concerned Chen Fan even more were the architectural ruins on the platform.
The ruins were enormous, with the remaining stone pillars reaching hundreds of feet in height, their surfaces covered with intricate and ancient patterns.