Immortality Cultivation

Chapter 260: Escaping [2]

"I can’t run in a straight line; I have to circle around!" Fang Hao’s thoughts raced as he controlled the silver light shuttle. In the dense primeval jungle, he began to change directions and weave irregularly. He utilized the towering trees, complex terrain, and the jungle’s natural interference with Divine Sense to delay for as much time as possible and increase the distance.

Behind him, the sound of breaking air approached rapidly! The figure of the Sun Family Old Ancestor appeared not far behind him like a phantom, his speed astonishing! The flight speed of a Nascent Soul Cultivator far exceeded that of a Golden Core Cultivator controlling a Magical Artifact!

"Little thief, where do you think you’re going! Stay here for this old man!" The Sun Family Old Ancestor snorted coldly and struck out with a palm from afar! A nearly solid azure giant palm, condensed from pure spiritual power and carrying terrifying pressure, instantly crossed hundreds of feet and slammed down toward Fang Hao’s back! Wherever the palm wind passed, massive trees as thick as several men’s embrace snapped one after another, and a deep trench was plowed into the ground!

A strike from a Nascent Soul—so terrifying!

Fang Hao’s hair stood on end as he felt a fatal threat! He gritted his teeth, no longer stingy with his spiritual power, and frantically poured more into the silver light shuttle. Simultaneously, a faint jade-like luster appeared on the surface of his body as he fully circulated the third level of the Hundred Refinements Golden Body Art, preparing to endure the aftershocks of this strike!

"Faster!" Fang Hao roared. The silver light shuttle shone brilliantly, its speed increasing by another thirty percent. Just in the nick of time, before the giant palm fell, he rushed out of the central range of the palm wind!

Boom—!!!

The giant palm struck the ground, causing the earth to tremble violently. A deep crater in the shape of a palm print, spanning dozens of feet, appeared. Soil flew everywhere, and trees were turned to powder! The terrifying shockwave caught up to Fang Hao and slammed hard into his back!

Pfft—!

Fang Hao felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow. His throat felt sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood; his internal organs felt as if they had been displaced. Although he had the spiritual light shield of the silver light shuttle and the defense of the Hundred Refinements Golden Body Art, the aftershock of a casual strike from a Nascent Soul Cultivator was not easy to bear. His face turned pale, but his gaze became even more ferocious. Borrowing the momentum of the impact, the speed of the silver light shuttle actually increased slightly, and like a startled rabbit, he instantly shot out even further.

"Hmm? Such a tough Physical Body!" A flash of surprise crossed the Sun Family Old Ancestor’s eyes. Although that palm strike was from a distance, it wasn’t something an ordinary Golden Core Cultivator could withstand and survive. This kid actually only spat out some blood, and his speed even increased?

"He certainly has some tricks; no wonder he could kill the Sun Family’s Qilin child!" The killing intent in the Sun Family Old Ancestor’s eyes grew even stronger. He moved again, clinging to Fang Hao like a maggot on a bone, pursuing relentlessly. At the same time, he coldly sent a voice transmission to the Sun Family Cultivators chasing from behind: "Deploy the ’Heavenly Net’ and seal off a hundred miles ahead! We must not let him escape back to the Heavenly Capital!"

Fang Hao heard the Sun Family Old Ancestor’s voice transmission, and his heart sank further. Heavenly Net? It sounded like a formation or Magic Treasure used for sealing and trapping. Once caught inside, it would truly be impossible to escape.

"I can’t let them set it up!" Fang Hao’s eyes turned fierce, and he stopped merely fleeing. He suddenly changed direction, no longer heading toward the Heavenly Capital, but instead toward the side, rushing into a swampy area where the aura of Demon Beasts was exceptionally dense and the terrain even more treacherous! At the same time, he pulled out a messy handful of Talismans from his robe—some for attacking, some for illusions, some for making noise—and regardless of their grade, he threw them all behind him and toward his rear flank!

Boom! Bang! Sizzle!

Various lights exploded, smoke filled the air, and illusions arose as a cacophony of explosions and beast roars (simulated by Illusion Talismans) rang out. Although it wasn’t very useful against a Nascent Soul Ancestor, it could at least interfere with vision and Divine Sense to some extent, and create some trouble for the pursuers behind.

"Insignificant tricks!" The Sun Family Old Ancestor flicked his sleeve, and a gale rose, blowing away most of the smoke and illusions. However, he also frowned slightly. Fang Hao’s sudden change in direction into that dangerous swamp had disrupted the rhythm of his "Heavenly Net" deployment. Moreover, many troublesome Demon Beasts inhabited that swamp; while they posed no threat to him, they would slow down his speed.

"Pursue! He won’t get far! Entering the swamp only means a faster death!" The Sun Family Old Ancestor didn’t slow down and followed into the swamp. Behind him, the pursuers from the Sun Family and Zhao Family split into several groups, surrounding the swamp from different directions. A large net targeting Fang Hao was rapidly tightening.

Inside the swamp, the terrain was complex, poisonous miasma filled the air, and Demon Beasts lay in wait. Fang Hao pushed the speed of the silver light shuttle to its limit, like a silver fish frantically weaving through mud, pools, and deadwood. He specifically chose difficult routes with many Demon Beasts, occasionally making noise on purpose to startle powerful Demon Beasts and obstruct the pursuers behind.

Several times, he was nearly grazed by the Sun Family Old Ancestor’s Divine Ability or trapped in a siege of Demon Beasts. Fortunately, his Physical Body was powerful, his reactions were quick, and he possessed a near-instinctive intuition for danger (perhaps honed through life-and-death combat in the Secret Realm), allowing him to narrowly escape time and again.

But the silver light shuttle was, after all, a Third-grade Magical Artifact. Such high-intensity usage consumed a massive amount of spiritual power and began to show signs of instability. Fang Hao himself was suffering from cumulative injuries, and his aura began to falter.

"I can’t go on like this..." Fang Hao glanced at the direction; he was still quite far from the Heavenly Capital. Meanwhile, the Sun Family Old Ancestor was drawing closer and closer, with the most recent attack almost grazing his scalp.

A look of determination flashed in his eyes. Fleeing like this, he would eventually be worn down to death. He had to take a gamble!

He set his sights on a dangerous area ahead where the terrain was particularly complex, the poisonous miasma was exceptionally thick, and the faint auras of several powerful Demon Beasts lingered. Gritting his teeth, he activated all the remaining spiritual power in the silver light shuttle. His speed suddenly soared to the limit, and like a burning meteor, he plunged straight in!

"Kid, you’re looking for death!" Behind him came the exasperated roar of the Sun Family Old Ancestor. He hadn’t expected Fang Hao to be so desperate as to charge into such a death trap. But after a slight hesitation, he followed him in. If he didn’t kill this boy, where would the Sun Family’s reputation be? The secrets on this boy and the potentially existing nascent soul puppet must not fall into the hands of others!

A desperate chase in the treacherous swamp entered its bloodiest and most dangerous phase. Fang Hao’s goal was clear—utilize everything he could to stall them, then find an opportunity to head straight for the Heavenly Capital and the Qingyun Courtyard at top speed! Only by returning to the relatively safe Heavenly Capital and relying on the rules and potential protection there would he have a slim chance of survival!

As for the Nascent Soul Old Monster and the many pursuers relentlessly chasing him... Fang Hao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a flash of madness in his eyes. "Want to kill me? Then let’s see who gets worn down first!" He gripped the battle heaven axe in his sleeve, feeling its cold yet powerful touch. If he truly reached a dead end, he wouldn’t mind letting this old monster taste exactly how sharp this axe, which had just drunk Demonic Blood, really was!