Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Chapter 682: Chapter 624: Control, Escape, and Torment

Xia Wuyou was at a loss, appearing slightly uncomfortable.

After all, just a moment ago he was ignored, but now, as soon as he spoke, everyone’s gaze focused on him.

He naturally didn’t feel uneasy because of these gazes, but rather felt apprehensive for the ability that was about to be displayed.

Although Han Yu’s pills had never had unexpected occurrences, when it was his turn to be the medicine taker, there was always something different.

Having paid such a hefty price, if the acquired ability turned out to be disappointing, there really won’t be anywhere to regret afterward.

Quan Xiaotong and the others also felt slightly awkward, as they had indeed been revolving around Han Yu earlier, inadvertently neglecting this medicine taker.

The group, realizing this, looked over curiously, waiting for Xia Wuyou to demonstrate.

The Three Lights Spell contained three abilities: the Light of Traversing Ground, the Tight Band Like a Prison, and the Forbidden Spirit Like an Abyss.

When Xia Wuyou performed the Light of Traversing Ground, a golden light almost incomprehensibly flashed before everyone’s eyes.

He was gone?

The speed was too fast; it seemed no one could see clearly how Xia Wuyou disappeared.

"This speed is a bit terrifying!"

Han Yu mused while touching his chin, this speed could rival the Shrinking Earth to an Inch technique, right?

At this moment, the tail of the golden light was not even visible. With such a speed, self-protection should be largely assured unless encountering path-walking cultivators like those from Yama Hall.

Otherwise, ordinary cultivators in the Divine Platform Realm wouldn’t be able to do anything to him, not even those entering the Dao.

Han Yu had witnessed the speed of Xin Zui and the others and could easily make a comparison.

Then Han Yu felt curious because if it was also like Shrinking Earth to an Inch, only applicable on the ground, then Xia Wuyou’s shortcoming would be significant.

After all, the Piaomiao Sect’s Great Elder still had cultivation support, but Xia Wuyou this time was left with nothing but wind and egg shells.

While thinking this, the golden light returned. It not only returned but suddenly soared before everyone’s eyes, seen as a golden light rising into the air, resembling a meteor drawing a long tail across the void.

Quan Xiaotong’s eyes suddenly lit up. Han Yu’s concern was also his; if Xia Wuyou lost the ability to fly, the shortcoming would be significant.

Fortunately, the Light of Traversing Ground did not disappoint.

As Xia Wuyou descended again, the golden light dissipated, yet his face carried a look of both amazement and disappointment.

The Light of Traversing Ground was so strong that he himself was shocked; he had never thought he could be this fast.

But just thinking about how much more terrifying it would be if this speed could be combined with his cultivation, he felt extremely regretful.

"How can there be such perfect things in the world, just let it go a bit."

A side glance at Chasing Soul, who saw Xia Wuyou’s expression, and guessed what he was thinking, couldn’t help but sneer.

When it was time to perform the Tight Band Like a Prison, Xia Wuyou hesitated again, showing a face of uncertainty.

What’s going on?

"Need a target to perform it."

After exchanging glances, Elder Luo took the initiative to volunteer, stating he’d give it a try.

"Is it dangerous?"

Even before the demonstration, Quan Xiaotong asked worriedly.

"I’ll hold back, it won’t be an issue."

As it was the Great Elder of their own sect, also his martial uncle, Xia Wuyou naturally said he wouldn’t go hard.

With this assurance, there was no problem, and Quan Xiaotong gestured for them to continue.

Xia Wuyou, without any indication of casting a spell, suddenly pointed his sword, and a golden headband appeared out of nowhere, flashing by like the Light of Traversing Ground, and before Elder Luo realized, it was on his head.

"Tighten!"

Just a simple spell command made the headband flash with golden light, and then... Elder Luo inexplicably knelt down.

Those watching were entertained, but only Elder Luo knew the intricacies within.

At first, he found this ability incredibly novel, especially when the headband was put on, he even reached out to touch it, not expecting that with just a word from Xia Wuyou, the headband exerted its force.

Unseen was how the headband tightened, but the piercing pain nearly made his head explode, and Elder Luo tried to remove the headband, but it seemed rooted to his head, useless no matter how he tugged.

"Stop quickly!"

Seeing this, the people around turned pale and quickly called to stop, but Xia Wuyou shook his head in confusion.

He had already stopped as soon as he could, but the curse was still in effect, meaning Elder Luo might have to endure until the curse ceased.

Damn, is it this brutal?

The crowd looked at Elder Luo, who was already kneeling with his fingers clawing into the soil, leaving marks, in fear.

"Pain, pain, pain..."

There, the afflicted person was already on the verge of tears, no, he had already shed them; in an instant, Elder Luo was streaming tears and mucus, bawling heavily.

Perhaps it was the moment when the curse was most fierce, Elder Luo, seemingly mad, wanted to bang his head against the ground, alarming those around to rush forward and restrain him.

A moment later, Elder Luo lay crumpled on the ground, his old face pale as a sheet, lips trembling, and his eyes filled with lingering terror.

"This is just too frightening."

The group, coming to their senses, looked at Xia Wuyou with shock. With just this trick, wouldn’t initial realm cultivators stand no chance against him?

"Just now, that feeling, I almost thought I was going to die."

Elder Luo, after catching his breath a bit, still deeply shaken said.

Being the one who experienced it, how terrifying this trick was, he believed those who hadn’t personally experienced it couldn’t possibly understand.

The kind of unbearable pain was something he hadn’t encountered in all his years of cultivating.

Listening to Elder Luo’s firsthand account, the crowd’s evaluation of the Tight Band Like a Prison rose to new heights.

"How long can it last, and how many people can it target at once?"

Quan Xiaotong eagerly asked, for such an ability to be used only on one person would be a pity.

Fortunately, Xia Wuyou’s response was very satisfying.

"There are no limits on the target, but..."

"Both using and maintaining the ability require the power of the Sea of Consciousness."

It’s not just a simple reliance on power for maintenance; rather, it’s more accurate to say that it is constantly and frantically absorbing the power of the Sea of Consciousness.

"With the current strength of my Sea of Consciousness, I can barely control seven or eight people for a quarter of an hour before my power is exhausted."

After Xia Wuyou finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the Sea of Consciousness, which was the size of a lake, didn’t seem that big anymore.

He didn’t know why, but he turned to look at Han Yu. From Han Yu’s previous performance, his Sea of Consciousness is probably unimaginably vast. If he had this ability, wouldn’t it be even more terrifying?

The Artifact Spirit seemed to think of this too and couldn’t help teasing him jokingly.

"Are you envious or not?"

If such an ability were in that bastard’s hands, it might indeed lead to an absurd play. At least, that’s what it thought.

"Envious my ass. A simple slash would do the job. Why complicate things? I don’t have a penchant for torture."

Han Yu responded grumpily, and it was his honest opinion. If he had the means to torture others, he would have already ensured they couldn’t feel pain again.

Only one forbidden spirit abyss was left unknown in terms of effect.

This time, it scared everyone. The second move was already so terrifying; who dared to try the third?

A group of people stared stupidly around, but no one dared to step forward.

"Let me try!"

Han Yu shook his head, stepped forward, and said.

Among them, he had the hardest life. If others tried, something might happen, but he figured it wouldn’t be hard for him to withstand it.

After Xia Wuyou nodded, a golden light fell on Han Yu, and after spreading out, it wrapped around him before disappearing.

But strangely, Han Yu was still standing there intact, without any disturbance.

After waiting foolishly for a moment, someone couldn’t help but ask.

"Why is there no effect?"

Xia Wuyou shook his head in confusion and immediately looked at Han Yu.

"Don’t ask me, I don’t know what’s going on either."

Han Yu couldn’t figure it out himself, there was no sign of being affected at all.

"Let me try!"

Chasing Soul seemed to have some thoughts and suddenly stepped forward.

He, being a Spiritual Treasure’s body, besides Han Yu, could also be considered a person with a strong physique.

In terms of safety, he could also count as one, especially through Han Yu’s performance, he could pretty much guess the effect of this move.

Actually, Quan Xiaotong had also figured it out. After nodding to Xia Wuyou, he let him perform freely.

When the same golden light entered Chasing Soul’s body, with a snap, Chasing Soul fell like a mechanism losing its power.

Just as he thought, Chasing Soul smiled even as he laid there.

"This is not dangerous, you can try it on others."

Since Chasing Soul said so, more people wanted to try it for themselves, each eager to experience it.

Under Xia Wuyou’s successive release, the sect leaders and elders all gradually revealed horrified expressions.

The ability of the forbidden spirit abyss is to imprison all spiritual power.

Moreover, this kind of imprisonment is rather bizarre. They were completely in a state where their spiritual power was utterly inert.

In other words, the spiritual power within them was as if it had died; in this strange state, they were scarcely different from ordinary people.

At first glance, such a power might seem ordinary, but the deeper you contemplate it, the more chilling it becomes.

Everywhere around them were sounds of sharp intakes of breath; this was terrifying. Cultivators contest for every inch, and the slightest control lapse could be life or death, let alone the fact they remained in such a state until now.

Without needing anyone to ask, Xia Wuyou began to explain himself.

"Like being confined as though in a prison, there are no limits; it’s all supported by the Sea of Consciousness."

The only significant difference is that the consumption depends on the opponent’s depth of spiritual power, the more spiritual power, the greater the consumption.

An Initial Realm cultivator he could undoubtedly crush with ease, and Entering the Dao cultivators shouldn’t be much trouble; as for Walking the Dao cultivators, he would perhaps need to weigh it carefully.

In short, if he wanted to control cultivators much stronger than him, it could easily lead to problems, so he had to be careful in the future to avoid courting death.

Saying this, Xia Wuyou suddenly laughed. What satisfied him most was this; such a curse skill that completely strips a cultivator of their strength suited him perfectly.

Although he had lost cultivation and divine techniques, his swordsmanship remained. Wielding a sword, he could easily cut down a few cultivators temporarily reduced to ordinary people.

This indeed was a great fortune. With these abilities, in future Central Continent battles, he could run when he wished, control when he wished, and torture when he wished.

Even if he lost a lifetime of cultivation and divine techniques, even burying his future cultivation path.

But as long as he could blaze a new trail, he might just find a path outside the Five Elements Divine Techniques.

Is it worth it?

Yes, it is.

A quarter of an hour later, Chasing Soul finally managed to stand up and dusted himself off, unable to stop the amazement spreading across his face.

"Honestly, the abilities you’ve come up with are more outrageous than the Yama Hall."

More crucially, Han Yu’s pills don’t seem to have an upper limit; who knows how many more bizarre things he could bring out.

"Maybe, if you guys were given some more time, the Yama Hall would really have a headache."

A hundred years, two hundred years...

If the Yama Hall came along after such a time, a bunch of cultivators finding this place filled with others even more bizarre than themselves would surely have endless headaches, wouldn’t they?

The rumbling sound appeared not long after Chasing Soul’s words finished.

A vast black cloud was starting from the edges of the sea, engulfing everything towards the outskirts of the East Sea.

"You really are a jinx."

Han Yu glanced at him helplessly and spoke in frustration.