strictlysupreme Chapter 793 Always Being Hunted Down
Chapter 793 Always Being Hunted Down
Everyone nodded and began forming teams.
Ah Sheng stayed with Mu Jinning and Zhong Ran, while the rest of the group formed teams and slowly climbed up the mountain from different directions.
Mu Jinning, Asheng, and Zhong Ran stayed together and climbed straight up the mountain.
The mountains here are very steep, unlike Thunder Mountain which was more imposing.
There is indeed some pressure, but this pressure is only the oppressive feeling brought about by the height of the mountain, not a sense of intimidation.
Having emerged from the secret realm and experienced life and death, they no longer cared about the oppressive atmosphere.
After climbing for more than a day, the three found a stream.
The stream is small, but the water is clear, and the bottom is covered with many colorful pebbles, which look even more beautiful in the dappled sunlight.
A thin mist rises from the stream, but it's not real mist; rather, it's a manifestation of abundant spiritual energy.
The water flowed from somewhere deep within the mountain, emanating a rich aura of spiritual energy.
“This place is nice, let’s go into seclusion here.” Zhong Ran looked at Mu Jinning, a faint smile on his lips.
"Okay." He got up and walked around. "You rest first, I'll see how to set up a formation."
There are many poisonous insects and ants on this mountain. If we don't set up a formation, we might run into trouble.
Zhong Ran didn't rest either. Instead, she circled the stream, dipping her hand into the water to activate the water source bead and sense where the water came from.
This sensation actually allowed her to sense something good.
Deep within this mountain lies a vast, top-grade spiritual vein, from which this water flows.
No wonder the spiritual energy on this mountain is so rich. It's just strange that such a large spiritual vein has never been discovered by any force.
However, she was only curious for a while and didn't investigate further.
It's good that no one knows; it allows them to cultivate properly.
Working together with Mu Jinning, she quickly set up a concealment formation and a defensive formation.
Ah Sheng found a clean spot by the stream and lay down to sleep, while Zhong Ran and Mu Jinning sat cross-legged and cultivated.
Mu Jinning was breaking through to a higher realm, while Zhong Ran continued her dual-elemental ice and fire technique.
The core difference between spiritual skills and supernatural powers lies in the fact that supernatural powers often incorporate a profound understanding and application of the laws of heaven and earth, which contains the control and mobilization of the rules of the Great Dao, a level that ordinary cultivators can hardly reach.
Because supernatural powers place extremely high demands on a cultivator's comprehension, realm of understanding, and ability to perceive the laws, most cultivators are limited by their own cultivation and cognition, making it difficult for them to comprehend their mysteries and thus hinder their cultivation and use of supernatural powers.
I tried it before, and although the ice and fire didn't fuse, the power was already considerable.
If she could combine ice and fire, the power would be even greater.
She needs to find that critical point, controlling the maximum temperature of both ice and fire at that point, and then detonate them...
As she imagined that scene, her heart grew even more eager.
The more fervent she became, the calmer she grew, sitting there with fire in one hand and ice in the other, constantly trying to find the critical point between them.
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Zhong Yan rushed eastward day and night, because Bai Zi had learned from the Nether Beast that there was a magical mountain in the east.
That mountain is called Panlong Mountain, and it holds a magical secret; it may very well be the tipping point of the world's barrier.
From there, perhaps we can return to the Phoenix Continent.
He missed his sister, Ah Sheng, and his second brother.
"You bastard, you're actually here? Die!"
A group of young men blocked his way and, without warning, drew their weapons and charged at him.
Zhong Yan slowly raised his eyes, a dark red light flashing in his eyes.
These young men were merely Nascent Soul and Divine Transformation cultivators, yet they dared to provoke him without fear of death.
He always felt that there was a powerful force behind everything, stirring things up.
He didn't know what the person behind it all was up to, and he didn't want to care.
Since these people are coming to their deaths, he may find them repulsive, but he won't refuse them.
His cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and even if he devours these people, he will not be able to advance.
But whether it's the Monument to Life and Death or the Coffin of Rebirth, they all now need flesh and soul to devour and refine them.
Therefore, he never refuses those who come to him on their own initiative.
Zhong Yan released Bai Zi, and the little guy jumped onto his shoulder, stretched out his two little paws and hugged his head tightly, closing his eyes reluctantly.
Sometimes she didn't understand why these people would deliberately choose to die. Wasn't it better to live a good life?
Zhong Yan summoned the Coffin of Rebirth directly. As soon as the blood-red coffin appeared, those people were terrified.
However, before they could turn around and run away, an invisible yet extremely powerful suction force suddenly came from behind, grabbing their bodies like an invisible giant hand and dragging them backward irresistibly.
"Aaaaah, you brat, how dare you kill us! Our elders will not let you get away with this!"
"Just wait to be sacrificed to us; you will surely die a horrible death."
"You bastard, our elders will be here soon. Let us go, or you're dead."
Many young people still fail to clearly understand the reality they live in, and they continue to utter empty and intense clamors.
But no matter how much they shouted, they couldn't stop the fact that they were being sucked forward.
They struggled frantically, desperately trying to escape from this invisible cage.
However, no matter how hard they tried, they could not break free from that desperate constraint.
In this futile struggle, they could only clearly feel their vital energy and spirit flowing away bit by bit, like fine sand in an hourglass, as if the power of life was being ruthlessly drained away by some invisible force.
"Let me go, please, we'll never do it again."
"My family has a lot of Nether Crystals, I can give them all to you, please spare me."
People gradually felt an overwhelming fear, an emotion that spread like a thick fog, a shadow of death that silently crept in, causing them to tremble involuntarily.
They didn't want to die; they wanted to live.
Zhong Yan remained unmoved, coldly watching them walk step by step toward their deaths.
"Stop! You bastard, didn't you hear me tell you to stop?"
A deafening roar suddenly shattered the silence, and a massive Netherworld beast charged towards them.
On his back were two elderly men with white hair and beards. Their expressions were solemn, their eyes were sharp, and as they roared, they quickly drew their weapons and attacked Zhong Yan.
The two old men had booming voices, and the one with the strongest cultivation had already reached the second level of the Void Refinement stage.
The other person was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, which could only be considered average.
After all, the underworld even has immortals, so their strength is really somewhat useless.
Zhong Yan looked up at the two old men, speechless.
He didn't even want to say another word to them.
But a strange feeling kept rising in my heart.
Why do you want to kill me?