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Chapter 913: Is This the Late Stage of Core Formation?!
Chapter 913: Is This the Late Stage of Core Formation?!
In the blink of an eye, seven or eight days passed. Lu Chen had been concealing his aura, using Hua Mi Nu to observe the movements of the strange insect.
The strange insect changed its position once more, transforming into a block of pitch-black meteorite that hovered silently in the void, its eyes fixed on the mist.
Perhaps it had been waiting for a long time, and sensing that there was no activity inside or outside the mist, the mastermind behind it seemed to lose patience. The strange insect spread its wings and turned into a streak of black light, flying into the void.
"It's here!"
"I want to see just who dares to attract the attention of my Cracked Cave Heaven."
Lu Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he signaled for Hua Mi Nu to follow closely behind him.
He had been waiting for so long, intending to track this strange insect that was lying in wait outside Cracked Cave Heaven and uncover the person behind it.
Hua Mi Nu possessed an extremely strong invisibility ability. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would find it difficult to detect her, so Lu Chen had full confidence in her.
After about a hundred breaths, the black light dissipated, and the strange insect revealed itself, flying into the arm of a bald cultivator.
The cultivator was tall and sturdy, with a fierce look on his face and a thick, black-red arm.
The insect landed on his arm and quickly shrunk, merging into his flesh and blood.
"Late stage of Dan Consolidation..."
Lu Chen secretly muttered to himself as he sensed the other party's aura through Hua Mi Nu.
A killing intent arose in his heart.
Cracked Cave Heaven housed a large number of seventh-grade spirit herbs that he had collected over the years, and the matter was of great importance. He could not afford any mishaps.
If someone were to raid the place, all his hard work over the years would be for naught.
From then on, the path to Nascent Soul and even Transcendence would become incredibly arduous.
This bald cultivator had not yet entered Cracked Cave Heaven, but he had already sensed something amiss and had the patience to wait for so long. It was highly likely that he had ill intentions.
"This man must not be allowed to live."
Lu Chen made up his mind.
...
"Strange. I've been guarding this mist for over a month, and there hasn't been a single sign of activity," the bald cultivator muttered, a hint of confusion on his face as he hovered in the void.
Over a month ago, he had stumbled upon this region while evading a spatial storm and navigating the chaotic airflow.
He had accidentally discovered the existence of the massive mist but realized that it was protected by a powerful natural restriction. Sensing the traces of a high-level array outside, he had refrained from forcing his way in.
Instead, he hid in the shadows and dispatched a strange insect that could change its form to lurk outside the mist and observe secretly, biding his time.
However, after waiting for over a month, there was still no activity. Neither had he seen any cultivators exiting the mist nor anyone attempting to enter it.
"It's probably the reclusive cultivation ground of some cultivator."
"There hasn't been any activity for so long, and the likelihood of that person having perished is high. If I go in, I might just find a trove of rare and precious treasures."
His heart burned with anticipation.
While he couldn't rule out the possibility that the cultivator was in seclusion, even if he encountered the worst-case scenario and the cultivator turned out to be a Nascent Soul cultivator, he still had some confidence in his ability to escape, given the unique environment of the void.
"Fortune favors the bold! It's worth the gamble!"
A ruthless light flashed in the bald cultivator's eyes as he sped towards the mysterious mist.
As he drew closer and closer to the mist, his eyes suddenly filled with layer upon layer of illusions, causing his heart to stumble in surprise.
Before he could recover, in the blink of an eye, the sound of Buddhist chants filled the void, and golden lotuses appeared out of thin air.
A hundred-zhang tall, blurred golden body of a Buddhist deity appeared in the void, its hand forming a Buddhist seal.
Facing imminent danger, the bald cultivator regained a shred of clarity. Without time to summon a treasure, a dark light flowed over his body, and in the blink of an eye, he condensed a heavy suit of armor.
With the Dharma seal bearing down on him, he had no choice but to confront it head-on. Despite his robust physique, the impact caused him to vomit blood, and his arms disintegrated, revealing hideous insects within.
At the cost of severe injuries, he barely gained a moment to catch his breath. Just as he was about to seize the opportunity, suddenly, a deep purple jade mirror flew out from the depths of the void.
"A mid-grade treasure! There's a Nascent Soul cultivator here!"
Sensing the powerful aura of the Southern Ming Thunderfire Mirror, the bald cultivator's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shouted, "Senior, there's a misunderstanding! I was just passing by! I have no other intentions!"
"My master is..."
Before he could finish his sentence, tendrils of deep purple thunderfire spewed out from the mirror.
The thunderfire was fierce and domineering, instantly spreading into a sea of flames spanning several li, engulfing the bald cultivator within.
This deep purple thunderfire seemed to have an unusual origin. Once it touched his body, it was like a bone-deep infection, and neither his spiritual power nor his treasures could dispel it.
Realizing the terrifying might of the unknown cultivator, he made a swift decision.
A cold, sinister aura emanated from his body, and in an instant, a buzzing sound resonated from within his thick armor and unusually stout arms.
Immediately, his entire body silently disintegrated into hundreds and thousands of bizarre insects that scattered in all directions.
This was a strange life-saving secret art he had cultivated, allowing him to divide his soul and possess the peculiar insects he had raised for many years in a moment of life and death.
These insects were impervious to water and fire, possessing tenacious vitality. As long as one of them escaped, there was a glimmer of hope for survival.
Amidst the sea of deep purple flames, most of the insects fell, but several dozen seized a fleeting opportunity to flee towards the depths of the void.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
Lu Chen's figure appeared out of thin air, as if he had teleported from a distance, without a sound or any forewarning.
He opened his mouth and spat out a strange needle that glowed with a faint light.
The needle moved at an incredible speed, too fast for the naked eye to follow, appearing and disappearing in the void.
There seemed to be a bizarre force field around the needle, attracting the surrounding insects involuntarily towards it.
In the blink of an eye, the remaining several dozen insects were drawn together by the Yin-Yang Prime Magnetic Divine Needle.
The divine needle silently pierced through the bodies of all the insects.
In an instant, the several dozen insects simultaneously exploded without a sound, and even their remnants were annihilated by a strange force field.
"Core Formation late stage..."
"A mid-tier secret art! Two mid-grade treasures!"
"Is this guy really at the late stage of Core Formation?!"
As everything settled, Lu Chen's figure became visible, floating in the air with a faint smile on his face as he looked at the scene before him.
Sensing his aura, the bald cultivator's soul, which had taken refuge in one of the insects, silently roared in anger before dissipating into the void.
With a thought from Lu Chen, the Yin-Yang Prime Magnetic Divine Needle shrank rapidly and skillfully drilled into his ear canal.
The lingering Southern Ming thunderfire also gathered together, forming strands of deep purple flames that returned to the Southern Ming Thunderfire Mirror.
(End of Chapter)
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