Chapter 593: 260: Sinking to the bottom of the river, clinging to life (‘Seeking monthly tickets’)_2 Chapter 593: 260: Sinking to the bottom of the river, clinging to life (‘Seeking monthly tickets’)_2 Mini Array Spirit was once a Nascent Soul True Monarch, an expert in manipulating souls.
In this aspect, her knowledge and skill far surpassed Chen Dengming’s rudimentary understanding.
Mini Array Spirit pondered deeply and stuttered, “The, the Ancestor was from the same era as me.
If he, he found your previous residence and absorbed your lingering soul energy, it would be easy for him to locate your soul…
Now, you only have to weaken your soul power and head towards Ming River, close to the Land of Fallen.”
There, the presence of other ghostly souls might confuse your soul energy, providing a slight chance of escape…”
She was so nervous that her speech was even more stuttering than usual.
The situation was indeed very dangerous.
If Chen Dengming was caught by Soul Devouring Ancestor, her ending would be similarly tragic.
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For beings like her with a soul body, if they fall into the hands of a master of the Ghost Path, they can neither live nor die — a comparatively desirable fate.
If Soul Devouring Ancestor failed to capture her counterpart from the same era before, but captured her now, he would essentially capture her soul from the same era.
With the guidance of Mini Array Spirit, Chen Dengming had a plan.
Though shocked, he was not confused and promptly made a decision with He Yingyu.
“Sister Yingyu, we can’t keep running forward.
We need to go to Ming River, approach the Land of Fallen.
Only by getting closer to the danger can we be safer…
you go first, I’ll follow.”
Chen Dengming raised his Ghost Jade Bracelet.
“Alright.
I’ll listen to you.”
He Yingyu had a grave expression.
Not showing any hesitation, she acted immediately and headed south towards the Ming River.
The Ming River was vast and extensive.
Spanning thousands of miles, it served as a buffer zone between the Far East and the Land of Fallen, preventing a direct border.
Chen Dengming swiftly began his spell.
The power of a Heavenly Immortal converged.
Four light shadows emerged from his body in ripples, swiftly flying out like celestial beings.
The moment they touched down, they each transformed into incarnations of Heavenly Immortals.
In a row, he summoned four False Core Heavenly Incarnations.
It was Chen Dengming’s limit.
His mental strain was enormous and almost eighty percent of his Heavenly Immortal Dao Power was depleted.
His Soul Power also weakened as his spirit and heart energy diminished.
“Go!
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Following Chen Dengming’s command, the four incarnations immediately fled in different directions.
After doing all these, Chen Dengming felt that the pulsating sensation he was feeling had indeed weakened considerably.
He sighed with relief, glanced in the direction where He Yingyu had escaped, activated the Ghost Jade Bracelet, and his exhausted body followed the attraction, disappearing swiftly.
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A quarter of an hour later.
Three golden Soul Arrows tore through the sky, carrying an old man clad in black robes and holding an Ebony Staff, arriving at the plains where Chen Dengming had been.
Upon reaching the place, he chuckled, and his strange eyes flashed an odd glow.
He made a few calculations with his fingertips.
“So, it’s the art of incarnation again?
Weakening his soul power to mislead me…
sharp and clever.
Worthy of being the well-renowned Longevity Daozi…”
He swiftly waved his robe, and the three golden Soul Arrows roared through the night sky, heading towards three separate directions.
Then, he held up his Ebony Staff, made a pulling motion, and the staff bizarrely bent.
‘Hum’, a bowstring appeared from the thin air, and a few pale golden Nascent Soul Ghosts flew out from his spacious sleeve, forming a new Soul Arrow.
The next moment, the arrow shot out like a bolt of golden lightning.
The air was rent in two, leaving behind a trail of white mist.
After doing all these, Soul Devouring Ancestor frowned, his suspicious gaze scanning the direction of Ming River; he could vaguely sense some movement there.
“Where did this kid learn such a clever art of incarnation?”
With a single step, ripples appeared in the air and his figure instantly disappeared from sight.
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At the chilling bottom of the Ming River, a cold and wicked aura rampaged around in the water.
Corpses sunk deep into the silt at the bottom, sometimes sighting eerie creatures covered in aquatic plants and sharp teeth, swarming through the water in groups, an utterly horrifying sight.
In the river, Chu Xun took the lead, followed by Chen Dengming who sensing the threat getting closer, immediately instructed Chu Xun to hide and took He Yingyu with him to submerge to the bottom of the river.
He muttered a brief apology and pulled a piece of bone from the silt.
Then, both Chen Dengming and He Yingyu hurriedly hid in a pit in the silt, face to face, mouth to mouth, burying themselves in the mud, entering a state of complete concealment.
Half a tea’s time later.
A vast and overwhelmingly mighty spiritual force enveloped the surrounding water body.
All of a sudden, countless Soul Demons in the river were startled and either scattered and fled, or immediately lay low.
Hovering in the air above the river, was the figure of the Soul Devouring Ancestor.
He held his Ebony Staff, his black hair danced like a raging flame.
Each strand of hair seemed to imprison numerous souls, causing the surrounding air to twist slightly while the Spiritual Energy around him was boiling chaotically, glowing like an aurora, emitting a horrifying and oppressive aura.
His unique eyes emitted a strange glow, coldly overlooking the river below.
Every Soul Demon that was caught under his gaze, their souls were forced out and gradually dissipated.
Chen Dengming and He Yingyu huddled at the river bottom, not daring to breathe.
They could feel the terrifying pressure from the outside world, like a sharpened blade scraping past them, making them feel like needles were puncturing their backs, every second felt like a year.
The two were face-to-face, eye-to-eye, mouth-to-mouth, hidden in the silt.
Chen Dengming suddenly blinked twice in the darkness.
He Yingyu widened her eyes, feeling a puff of air entering her mouth.
Almost instantly, her tensed body relaxed a little.
Furious, she blew a puff of air back, not willing to concede defeat.