Chapter 607: Chapter 389: Near-Divine Spirit
"Hm..."
Wei Fan felt as if he was waking from chaos, clear air rising, turbid air descending, as though he had slept for ten thousand and eight hundred years.
Moreover, his vision was strange; in the corner of his eye, he saw his own eyebrows.
The familiar cocoon was still before him, yet his gaze penetrated the cocoon to see the outside world of the sea of consciousness.
Without raising his head, he saw above him the Profound Yellow Tripod, Jiaolong Sunset Bow, and Tiger Soul Saber floating and sinking.
"I have an extra eye!"
A realization surged in Wei Fan’s heart, and the tiny arm of the Primordial Spirit reached for his forehead. Sure enough, it felt the third eye above his brow.
"Is the third transformation to evolve a third eye?"
With both hands tearing, the cocoon before his eyes did not rip open.
Wei Fan was taken aback; previously, this cocoon-like thing would easily tear apart and dissipate when he woke.
"Open!"
Will Power exploded. This time, he used almost all his strength to tear open the cocoon enveloping the Primordial Spirit, allowing it to reappear in the sea of consciousness.
The Primordial Spirit radiated golden light and possessed three pupils, like a Divine Mansion descending.
The entire space of consciousness shook, with invisible fierce winds stirring and faint thunderclaps resounding.
For an instant, Wei Fan felt different, as if he was the master of this space, where he could do anything like a deity.
"Still here?"
The strands of cocoon didn’t dissipate, resembling an open sack floating in the sea of consciousness. Wei Fan pulled it over, discovering it had materialized.
"You’ve created such a thing!"
The Primordial Spirit grasped the cocoon, and for a moment, Wei Fan felt shaken.
Previously, when he woke, the cocoon enveloping the Primordial Spirit would dissipate as energy, leaving no trace. But this time, the cocoon materialized, like a layer of skin.
With a thought, the cocoon vanished from the sea of consciousness and appeared in his physical hand.
His consciousness returned to his body, and he looked down to find the miraculous cocoon indeed in his hand. It felt smooth, with an indescribable divinity.
"Boom!"
Just as he planned to study its usefulness, he felt the cave used for seclusion shake and hear attacks from outside.
"Someone is attacking the grand array!"
Almost instantly, Wei Fan understood what was happening.
The next moment, his sight, like a divine spirit, appeared above the valley, "seeing" a group of Martial Kings wielding a Holy Soldier filled with Ice-Cold Power attacking the array he had set.
He also saw Feng Hua holding the Giant Deer Sword, standing tense-faced in the valley.
"This is..."
Wei Fan gasped, his heart deeply shocked.
He wasn’t using the Primordial Spirit nor the Heart Spirit to scan; he simply thought of seeing who was attacking the array, and his view appeared above the valley, beyond the grand array.
If it were the Heart Spirit scanning, the angle wouldn’t be an overhead view; the Primordial Spirit couldn’t detach either, as it remained within his body.
Moreover, Martial Kings couldn’t detach the Primordial Spirit; it would quickly collapse if it left the body.
"Boom!"
The cold blue Big Banner emitted a terrifying wave, exhausting all the energy of the Spirit Crystals; the array covering the valley could no longer hold, bringing the valley into the view of the Martial Kings.
Feng Hua didn’t immediately counterattack but first retrieved the Holy Soldier used for the array formation.
"It’s you, Wei Fan; let him come out to face death!"
The Cyan Robe Martial King halted the cold moon banner, refraining from striking, seemingly fearing to harm Feng Hua.
"Leave immediately, or don’t blame me for a massacre!"
Feng Hua raised the Giant Deer Sword, emanating a wave from the Holy Soldier.
The Cyan Robe Martial King from Fire Cloud Cave snorted, "We don’t want to fight you, but Wei Fan must die. If you persist, we have no choice but to offend you."
Wei Fan must not live; since he displayed unparalleled momentum in Yun Jin City, his enemies are restless, eager to kill him before he breaks through the Martial Saint Realm.
Many in Jianghu believe Wei Fan is no match for Xuanyuan Peak, but so what? Even if he’s slightly inferior, it won’t be by much.
Such a person will eventually become a Saint; once grown, destroying a Holy Sect will be no challenge.
Many Holy Sects ignore their provocation of prodigies, only to be destroyed once they grow powerful. As a force thousands of years strong, Fire Cloud Cave naturally avoids such errors.
If Feng Hua intends to block them, they won’t care about her background.
"Wei Fan, come out and face death! Don’t hide under a woman’s skirt!" the Cyan Robe Martial King shouted.
Though Wei Fan wasn’t visible, he was here.
"It seems you think you can take me down!"
Wei Fan strolled out of the cave, stepping on empty air, with radiant brilliance emanating from him. Auspicious signs surged, and the swirling Essence Qi eagerly flocked to him.
He seemed like a Divine Mansion descending, as a rainbow suddenly formed, creating a great Dao beneath his feet.
In an instant, the world fell silent, and the flowers, grass, and trees in the valley bowed their heads as each step he took made the void shimmer with light.
"Has he become a Martial Saint?"
Feng Hua’s pupils contracted sharply, her face filled with an indescribable shock. Her first reaction to such a sight was that Wei Fan had transcended to sainthood, advancing to the mystical Martial Saint Realm.
But she quickly dismissed this notion; if Wei Fan had advanced to the Martial Saint Realm, his aura wouldn’t be this peaceful.
The Cyan Robe Martial King from the Fire Cloud Cave was equally shocked, but still shouted, "Pretending to be mysterious! Die for me!"
Without the slightest hesitation, he brandished the Cold Moon Banner in his hand and struck directly at Wei Fan. At the same time, other Martial Kings beside him also took action.
"Fire Cloud Cave, Zilan Sect, it seems I’ve been giving you face!"
Wei Fan carried his hands behind his back, his expression as calm as a still pond.
However, as a killing intent arose in his heart, an overwhelming cold surge erupted in the void, and the substantial killing intent nearly froze the fluctuations of the Holy Soldier.
In an instant, the surrounding essence qi was emptied, and a Celestial Saber, almost solid in form, appeared above his head and cleaved down.
"Ah..."
The Cyan Robe Martial King screamed as the Cold Moon Banner hadn’t been fully activated and hadn’t even struck when the Celestial Saber had already descended.
The power of this slash wasn’t strong, the void didn’t shatter, nor was there any earth-shattering Sword Intent.
However, the Cyan Robe Martial King felt a bone-chilling cold, a breath of death.
His Primordial Spirit sent a wave of terror, causing him to scream involuntarily.
At this critical moment, he couldn’t care less about attacking Wei Fan and immediately raised the Cold Moon Banner above his head to block.
"Puchi!"
The Celestial Saber fell without terrifying noise, not even affecting the valley.
But a terrible thing happened: the light of the Cold Moon Banner in the Cyan Robe Martial King’s hand dimmed, and all the Holy Soldier’s fluctuations nearly extinguished.
Feng Hua was moved: "He’s become even more terrifying, more mysterious. Could he really have broken through to the Martial Saint?"
She began to doubt again.
She was too familiar with Wei Fan, knowing he hadn’t used any power; this strike was just a thought, a burst of Will Power, a manifestation of killing intent, yet its power was extraordinarily terrifying.
The Holy Soldier activated by the Peak Martial King was virtually useless, unable to withstand even a single thought from Wei Fan.
Such methods were already no different from those of a Martial Saint.
Back in Yun Jin City, she could still estimate Wei Fan’s strength, but now, she felt Wei Fan was a vast abyss, unfathomable like a Martial Saint powerhouse; how strong he was, only Wei Fan probably knew.
"All dead!"
Suddenly, her pupils contracted violently.
Seeing the group of Martial Kings beside the Cyan Robe Martial King suddenly lose their aura rapidly, their bodies fell lifelessly from the sky, raising a cloud of dust as they hit the ground.
"Plop plop plop..."
The sound of bodies hitting the ground felt like a direct blow to the spirit, sending chills down one’s spine.
Feng Hua was shocked because she couldn’t see how Wei Fan killed these people, or even why they died.
"You..."
The Cyan Robe Martial King trembled all over, his scalp tingling; he didn’t know why the people beside him had suddenly died either.
He originally thought the Cold Moon Banner had protected everyone, but it obviously only protected him, while the others had been killed by Wei Fan without him knowing when.
This was crazy; it was worse than resisting the Holy Soldier barehanded. If it weren’t for the absence of a Martial Saint aura on Wei Fan, he’d almost think Wei Fan was a transcendent Martial Saint powerhouse.
The opponent hadn’t moved a step, always carrying his hands behind his back, yet the nine Martial Kings beside him died quietly.
"Back in Yun Jin City, I showed such methods, yet you dared to pursue me. Clearly, you were prepared with means capable of killing me. I give you the chance to use them!"
Wei Fan stood in the void without making another move.
Having cultivated the third transformation of the Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations, he had entered a state akin to divinity. The Martial Kings of Fire Cloud Cave, even holding a Holy Soldier, appeared like ants in his eyes. Whatever means they had, he could kill them before they used it.
"You brought this upon yourself!" the Cyan Robe Martial King shouted.
The battle in Yun Jin City where Wei Fan displayed invincibility below the Martial Saint had shaken the Beiding Continent, and the event was spreading madly to other continents. Despite this, the Fire Cloud Cave dared to send them to kill Wei Fan, clearly having prepared means for doing so.
But Wei Fan exhibited even more mysterious methods than in Yun Jin City, and he understood that as long as Wei Fan willed it, he could kill him before he acted, rendering his means unusable.
Just like the Holy Soldier Cold Moon Banner in his hands, before it was fully activated, Wei Fan had snuffed it out in a single move. Wei Fan had virtually transcended the scope of a Martial King.
"Respect the arrival of the Spring and Autumn Martial Saint!"
He took out a flawless, lustrous Jade Person.
The Jade Person was the size of a fist, with distinct features, even exuding a sense of life, as if it were real.
The moment it was taken out, Wei Fan even felt as if he were being watched.
The Cyan Robe Martial King threw it toward the sky with both hands.
In an instant, a vast aura erupted from the Jade Person, drawing in the essence qi from all directions, the trees on the ground turned yellow, vitality rapidly drained, all of it rushing toward the Jade Person.
"Be careful, this is a clone refined by a Martial Saint powerhouse!"
Feng Hua’s expression changed dramatically as she wielded the Giant Deer Sword to protect herself, her body retreating rapidly.
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