txolops Chapter 703 Defeated! If we can't beat them, we'll go into seclusion!
Chapter 703 Defeated! If we can't beat them, we'll go into seclusion!
Two rounds.
In just two rounds, Chen Fan had already suffered considerable injuries. The gap between him and the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage was not a difference in combat strength, but a chasm in cultivation realm.
His three realms of intent and the power of the fusion of immortals and demons do indeed allow him to fight beyond his level, but there is an insurmountable threshold between the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm and the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul realm.
The one-armed cultivator gave Chen Fan no chance to catch his breath.
The third strike followed closely behind, the eerie green flames on the blade surging three feet, turning the entire hollow into a strange green hue.
Chen Fan knew he couldn't take it anymore.
A flash of light appeared beneath his feet, and he activated the Freeze Technique to its fullest extent. In the split second before the demonic blade fell, he narrowly escaped and sped back the way he came without looking back.
The one-armed cultivator behind him chased after him for a few steps before stopping!
Ahead lay the area densely packed with spatial rifts. Although he possessed profound cultivation, he had lost an arm and was covered in injuries, so he dared not roam freely through the spatial rifts like Chen Fan.
"Run, run." The one-armed monk's hoarse laughter echoed in the void. "I'll be waiting for you right here. This underground space is only so big; you can't escape. When you're too hungry to walk, I'll slowly devour you."
Chen Fan passed through three intersecting spatial rifts and returned to the riverbed area. He collapsed onto a stone slab by the riverbed, panting heavily.
Visibly, the wound on his left shoulder had reopened, and blood was flowing down his arm, staining a small patch of the stone slab beneath him red.
He quickly sealed the wound with his spiritual power, and then took out several healing herbs from the golden bowl space, chewed them up, and applied them to the wound.
While healing, Chen Fan couldn't help but recall the oppressive feeling he had experienced during his brief encounter with the one-armed cultivator, a feeling even more intense than when he faced the late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from the Zhao Kingdom.
Although the latter possessed profound cultivation, his techniques were still traceable. However, the demonic arts of the one-armed cultivator were unpredictable and bizarre.
It was a killing instinct honed over countless years in dire circumstances, with no fixed moves or routines; every strike was aimed at killing the opponent as quickly as possible.
What's even more troublesome is that the other party's cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, and they are only one step away from the Half-Step Void Refinement stage.
With his peak mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, combined with the power of the three realms of intent and the fusion of immortal and demonic power, he could fight against late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, but there was still a considerable gap between him and those at the Great Perfection of Nascent Soul.
This has put Chen Fan in two awkward situations.
can not go out.
We can't beat them.
Thinking of all this, a hint of helplessness appeared on Chen Fan's face. He sat cross-legged on the stone slab, and the calmness on his face faded, replaced by an unusual solemnity.
He figured that if he couldn't leave this underground space as soon as possible, he would be trapped here and die sooner or later.
Golden bowl!
After a moment of intense thought, Chen Fan had a sudden inspiration!
It's important to know that the flow of time within the Golden Bowl space is dozens of times faster than outside.
As long as there is enough spiritual energy and elixirs, he can cultivate in seclusion in the golden bowl and improve his cultivation level at the fastest speed.
If he can break through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and with the combined power of the three realms of intent and the fusion of immortal and demonic power, his combat strength will be enough to rival that of a Nascent Soul Grand Perfection cultivator.
By then, the one-armed monk will no longer be an invincible opponent.
Thinking of this, Chen Fan took the golden bowl out of his bosom and examined it in his palm.
The water-attribute runes on the bowl had been completely perfected after absorbing the innate water source, and the spiritual energy concentration in the bowl's world was several times higher than that of the outside world.
Seclusion in such an environment yields twice the results with half the effort.
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Fan's thoughts shifted, and he vanished from his spot, entering the Golden Bowl space.
At this moment, Eunuch Wei was squatting by the lake, studying the lake water.
He dipped his finger in the lake water, tasted it on his tongue, frowned slightly, and muttered something to himself.
Hearing footsteps behind him, he didn't turn around and said sarcastically, "Oh, Eunuch Chen is here? I was just wondering whether the water in this lake is drinkable or not. It looks so clear, but it tastes like elixir. I'm afraid I'll explode if I drink too much."
Chen Fan didn't let him chatter as usual, but simply said, "I'm going into seclusion."
Upon hearing this, Eunuch Wei turned around, his slender eyes lingering on Chen Fan's face for a moment.
He had followed Chen Fan for so many years, and he rarely saw such an expression on that usually calm face.
He didn't ask any more questions, he just nodded.
Chen Fan nodded slightly, then turned and walked into the quiet room.
After sitting cross-legged on the futon, he took out the few remaining pills from his storage bag and placed them in front of him. The Rejuvenation Pill had long been exhausted, the Rejuvenation Pill had also been used up, and even the few Grade 5 pills he had accumulated on the grassland had been mostly used up during the previous chase.
Fortunately, the golden bowl space is rich in spiritual energy, and the innate water source has just been integrated into the world within the bowl, making the water spiritual energy so dense that it is almost tangible. Even without the aid of pills, the cultivation speed will not be too slow.
With a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, Chen Fan closed his eyes and focused his attention on his dantian.
Within his dantian, the spiritual nascent soul and the demonic core operated in parallel, while the three realms of intent transformed into three streams of light that slowly rotated within his dantian.
Upon closer inspection, the three concepts of cause and effect, life and death, and destiny have been initially integrated in the mortal realm on the grassland, and now only the final polishing is needed.
He needs to fully integrate the three realms of enlightenment within these two years, and at the same time push his cultivation from the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm to the peak of the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm. If he can touch the threshold of the late-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, that would be the best.
……
In the quiet room, there is neither sun nor moon.
Chen Fan sat cross-legged on the futon, motionless like a stone sculpture. The energies of immortality and demonism flowed slowly through his meridians, each cycle more harmonious than the last.
The spiritual nascent soul in the dantian slowly solidified under the nourishment of spiritual energy, while the demonic energy core also grew stronger in sync.
The three realms of intent transformed into three streams of light that spun continuously in his dantian. The golden light of the power of cause and effect, the black and white light of the power of life and death, and the transparent light of the power of stillness, the three colors of light became more and more integrated as they spun.
Occasionally, Chen Fan would wake up from his meditation and briefly leave the quiet room.
Sometimes I would go for a walk in the fields to see the radishes and sweet potatoes that Eunuch Wei had just harvested.
Sometimes I sit by the lake and feel the subtle changes brought about by the natural water source merging into the world in the bowl.
Sometimes I would stand under the dragon beard fruit tree for a while, watching Black Emperor doze off under the tree, and Black Wind steal radishes in the field.
Then Chen Fan would return to the meditation room and continue his seclusion.
Two years passed quietly in the Golden Bowl Space.
In the outside world, it's just a blink of an eye, but in the bowl, it's already gone through two whole cycles, from spring to winter and from winter to spring.
In the quiet room, Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a long breath.
A powerful aura of a peak mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator quietly emanated from him.
Although his two years of seclusion did not allow him to break through to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm directly, his cultivation level had steadily reached the threshold of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm, just a thin veil away from that threshold.