txolops Chapter 710 Refining! Half-Step Void Refinement!
Chapter 710 Refining! Half-Step Void Refinement!
It took a whole day for the fine lines on the sword to return to normal. The sword was narrower than before, but its sharpness was more restrained.
Three faint artistic patterns appeared within the grayish-white sword light, and its grade had officially stepped from the Nascent Soul Great Perfection Magic Treasure to the early Deity Transformation Magic Treasure.
Although its grade is not as high as the Black Soul Banner, Eleven and Chen Fan are of one mind. After the three realms of intent are integrated into the sword, every sword thrust is blessed with the power of cause and effect, life and death, and determination. Its actual combat power is by no means weaker than any magic weapon in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul stage.
After refining the eleventh, Chen Fan took out the Qiankun Furnace.
This alchemy furnace, which had been with him the longest, had accumulated extremely profound fire control through countless alchemy sessions, and a faint red light flowed within the bronze patterns on its surface.
He used the Divine Transformation Flame to re-temper the Qiankun Furnace, and then put three of the dozen or so top-grade magic crystals he had obtained from the Loose Demon Master's storage bag into the furnace, using the pure demonic energy within the crystals to temper the furnace body.
After absorbing the demonic energy from the magic crystal, the bronze patterns on the Qiankun Furnace gained a faint dark red luster, and its grade officially entered the ranks of early-stage Nascent Soul magic treasures.
After finishing all this, Chen Fan put away the three magical treasures and was about to get up and continue his journey when suddenly the golden bowl in his arms trembled violently.
This time, it wasn't a resonance with the innate source that I sensed, but rather the most direct and purest warning!
An extremely dangerous aura is approaching, and it is moving at a very fast speed.
Without any hesitation, Chen Fan vanished from his spot in a flash of light, disappearing several feet away.
The moment he left, the stone slab where he had been sitting turned to dust without a sound!
He steadied himself and looked up ahead.
A very solid figure was seen slowly walking out from the deepest part of the Land of Dead Souls.
It was an old man dressed in ancient armor.
The armor's design was extremely ancient, unlike any of the cultivation kingdoms on Tiannan Star, or the style of the stone palaces in these ruins.
There was a fist-sized hole in the chest area of the armor, with jagged edges, as if it had been pierced by something sharp.
The old man's face was as dry as tree bark, but his features were still clearly discernible!
He had a hooked nose, deep-set eyes, and thin, knife-like lips pressed tightly together. His eyes burned with eerie green flames, and deep within those flames, a faint, blood-red light flickered.
The aura emanating from him was no longer that of a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage, but rather that of a half-step Void Refinement cultivator.
Upon closer inspection, the old man dressed in ancient armor quickly emerged from the darkness.
His steps were neither hurried nor slow, and with each step he took, the fragments of white bones on the ground silently turned into dust, as if even these withered bones that had remained for countless millennia could not withstand the aura emanating from him.
Those eyes, burning with eerie green flames, fell on Chen Fan, their gaze devoid of any emotion.
The moment Chen Fan met that person's gaze, he knew that this person was not a remnant soul.
It's important to know that the eyes of a remnant soul always carry a trace of bewilderment, an inevitable chaos that arises from the fragmentation of the soul. But this old man's eyes were clear and sharp, like two swords hidden in their sheaths.
He was a living cultivator, a half-step Void Refinement cultivator who had survived in this desolate place for countless years.
The old man didn't waste any words.
He raised his hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and a grayish-white spiritual light condensed in his palm, which then transformed into a semi-transparent spear.
The spear was extremely ancient in form, its shaft covered with star-patterned arrays similar to those on the stone pillars in the ruins, and the space at the spearhead was slightly distorted.
Chen Fan's pupils suddenly contracted.
The moment that spear materialized, he felt himself locked on!
That wasn't a lock of divine sense, nor a lock of aura, but a lock of rules.
He had locked onto his opponents with his sword intent in countless battles, and he was all too familiar with the feeling of being locked on.
The old man flicked his wrist, and the spear flew out of his hand.
There was no piercing sound of air being cut, no earth-shattering flash of light. The spear simply flew silently toward Chen Fan, its speed seemingly not even fast.
However, Chen Fan's expression suddenly became extremely solemn!
He recognized the trick to this spear.
This is a method of incorporating spatial rules into the attack; the spear's trajectory is not in space itself, but rather travels through spatial interlayers.
Ordinary cultivators can only see the projection of the spear and cannot determine its true location at all.
Chen Fan almost instinctively pushed the Fixed Word Technique to its limit, and the three realms of intent in his sea of consciousness were running at full power. Finally, just as the spear was about to pierce his chest, he captured its true trajectory.
Eleven swords were drawn, their tips precisely pointing at the center of the spearhead. It wasn't a parry, but rather a forceful use of sword intent to pull the spear out of the spatial rift.
The moment the sword and spear clashed, a terrifying power that Chen Fan had never felt before surged into his body through the sword.
That power was no longer the spiritual power of the Nascent Soul stage, but rather the power of the Void Refining stage mixed with a trace of the nascent spatial rules.
His protective aura shattered in less than half a breath before being struck by this power. He was sent flying backward, his right hand gripping the sword split open, and blood flowed down the hilt.
Using the momentum of his backward flight, a flash of light appeared beneath his feet, and he sped off back the way he came without looking back.
With just one strike, Chen Fan had already made a clear judgment!
This old man's strength far surpasses that of the Scattered Demon Master.
It should be noted that although the Scattered Demon Master was also at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, his power was still within the scope of the Nascent Soul stage.
This old man had already touched the threshold of the Void Refinement stage. His attacks contained a trace of the rudiments of spatial rules, a power that even a Nascent Soul cultivator could not directly contend with.
The old man's brow twitched slightly, seemingly surprised that Chen Fan had managed to withstand his spear and escape unscathed.
But he didn't stop; he vanished from the spot in a flash.
The next moment, he appeared dozens of feet in front of Chen Fan, standing with his hands behind his back on a pile of flying boat wreckage, his eyes burning with ghostly green flames still as calm as ever.
Chen Fan suddenly stopped, abruptly halting his forward momentum.
He changed direction and continued to flee, but in just a few breaths the old man reappeared in front of him, still standing with his hands behind his back, as if he had been waiting there all along.
Change again, stop again!
He changed direction three times, and was blocked three times. Each time the old man appeared in front of him, he had the same indifferent expression, like a big cat playing with its prey.
Helpless, Chen Fan could only stop and clench his fist on Eleven.
The three elements of artistic conception were fully activated on the sword, and a gray-white sword light shone in the darkness.
Since he couldn't escape, he had no choice but to fight.
The old man looked at the sword in Chen Fan's hand, a barely perceptible glint flashing in his eyes.
He didn't make another move, but instead spoke.
"Three realms of meaning. Cause and effect, life and death, and the kind of meaning that I can't understand... To be able to comprehend and integrate these three realms of meaning at this age, your talent would be considered top-notch even in my time."