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He calmly glanced at the figure beside him, who had already lost all breath but still stared wide-eyed, as if he had heard some shocking news just before dying. Fang Chen slowly withdrew his blood-red hand that was inserted into Chu Jingxiao's body. A surge of Qi Energy shook within him, causing all the blood in his hand to fall away.
His expression remained indifferent as he floated away, not casting another glance at the slowly collapsing Chu Jingxiao. Only a hint of a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
In the face of life and death, Chu Jingxiao actually attempted to use the death of his brother, Chu Fangtian, to play a tragic card in hopes of escaping this calamity. However, what he never expected was that the true "murderer" behind Chu Fangtian's demise was none other than Fang Chen standing before him.
This was indeed a tragedy.
In mid-air, upon witnessing Chu Jingxiao's death, the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man showed no sign of emotion; he merely nodded slightly. Then, his already translucent body stepped forward and suddenly appeared in front of Fang Chen. With a flick of his sleeve, a great force enveloped Fang Chen.
"My Divine Consciousness Avatar is about to dissipate. I will send you to the Heritage Site with my last bit of power," the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man's calm voice echoed in Fang Chen's mind. In an instant, with a flash of Silver Light, Fang Chen completely vanished from this strange space.
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This was a dimly lit cave where stalactites of varying lengths hung from the ceiling. Under the faint glow emitted by the stalactites, everything around could be clearly seen.
The sound of dripping water occasionally echoed in the cave as drops fell from the stalactites above, hitting the ground with a soft plink. The place felt quite humid, yet the air was very fresh and carried a fragrant scent.
Suddenly, a silver beam of light shot out, illuminating the entire dark cave in an instant. Under this silver light, the void twisted, and a slender figure gradually emerged.
"This is..."
The suddenly appearing figure was none other than Fang Chen. As soon as he materialized, he scanned his surroundings. Unlike the previous three areas that formed separate spaces, here Fang Chen could distinctly feel that he was inside a cave within Blood-Red Mountain. This should be the final destination of this Heritage.
But where exactly was this so-called Heritage?
As Fang Chen surveyed his surroundings, he quickly spotted at the deepest part of the cave a blood-red chair made from an unknown crystal. The appearance of this blood-red chair seemed to possess some kind of magical allure that drew all of Fang Chen's attention toward it, causing him to unconsciously step closer and closer to it.
"My Heritage bearer, welcome to this place." A clear voice resonated throughout the cave. Although calm, it carried an air of superiority over all.
Buzzing...
As this voice echoed, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy within the entire cave surged forth. Streams of visible milky-white Spiritual Energy swirled in mid-air and finally arranged themselves neatly like soldiers to respectfully greet the owner of that voice.
Despite the added sense of superiority in this clear voice, Fang Chen could still distinctly recognize it as belonging to the earlier White-Clad Middle-Aged Man.
Almost as soon as the words fell, beside the Blood Throne, a familiar figure of the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man gradually became clear in Fang Chen's sight amidst the flickering white light.
"We meet again," the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man said, standing next to the Blood Throne without sitting down. He smiled at Fang Chen and spoke gently.
Although it was the same person, even while the other was smiling, Fang Chen could still sense an unparalleled aura of dominance and superiority emanating from the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man, a unique presence that only peak powerhouses possess.
Fang Chen had encountered similar auras countless times, but he had only felt this kind of overwhelming presence in the memories of Nirvana Realm powerhouses who forged the Underworld Evil Eye. Even the Ziyang Ancestor, with whom he had a faint connection, did not exude such an aura.
This was truly a peak powerhouse!
Having created the World-Subduing Killing Fist, an unparalleled martial art of great ambition, his cultivation had already reached the pinnacle of Zhen Zhi Daoist Master Realm. His talent was extraordinary, almost stepping into the Nirvana Realm as a supreme existence!
"This is my last Divine Consciousness Avatar. However, because I used the final strike of the World-Subduing Killing Fist earlier, even this Divine Consciousness Avatar won't last long," the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man said, gesturing to his gradually becoming transparent body with a wry smile on his face.
But soon, that wry smile vanished. A solemn expression appeared in his eyes, which seemed to have experienced the Cycle of Rebirth. However, when he looked at Fang Chen, that solemnity quietly transformed into surprise and admiration, as if he had seen something remarkable that even he considered extraordinary.
"With only Alchemy Realm cultivation and no prior training, you have comprehended Power of the Heart, Source of Power, Temporal Power, and that overwhelming Killing Intent in such a short time. Your talent may not be unrivaled throughout history, but at least you are among the top three I have ever seen," echoed the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man's voice throughout the cave.
However, at that moment, his booming voice suddenly halted. The entire cave fell silent as a slightly hoarse voice emerged from the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man's mouth, carrying a hint of nostalgic reminiscence.
"But do you know why I have Fallen?"
As those words rang out, Fang Chen's body trembled slightly, and a bright light surged in his eyes.
A Half-Step Nirvana Realm powerhouse who was almost at the peak of martial arts and extraordinarily talented—why would he have Fallen?
If there were no secrets behind this, Fang Chen did not believe it. Moreover, listening to the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man's words at this moment clearly indicated that there was more to this matter.
Gathering his thoughts, Fang Chen lowered his head and quietly awaited further words from the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man.
Sure enough, after a while, that nostalgic reminiscence once again drifted through the cave.
"Do you know why there are still many Daoist Master Realm warriors in this world while there are almost none in Nirvana Realm? Even if there are some, they rarely appear before people?" asked the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man.
"Daoist Master Realm, Nirvana Realm..." Fang Chen pondered the words of the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man, and suddenly, fragmented images flashed through his mind.
These images were not related to Fang Chen himself, yet they felt as if he had experienced them firsthand. They were fragments of life traces he had extracted using secret techniques from the memories of the Peerless Strongman Lu Haotian before his death in the Nirvana Realm.
Why are there so few existences in the Nirvana Realm? Is it because breaking through to the Nirvana Realm is extremely difficult? This might be one reason, but certainly not the whole truth! After Lu Haotian broke through to the Nirvana Realm, who was he constantly evading?
Could this be related to the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man Fallen, who had already one foot in the Nirvana Realm during his lifetime?
Moreover... an incredibly terrifying chill suddenly descended from above, enveloping Fang Chen entirely. His pupils constricted sharply, and he shivered involuntarily.
In his mind appeared a scene.
It was a mountain valley.
A formidable presence, resembling a god or demon, approached from afar. As it drew closer, one could see that its body was stained with blood, as if it had just engaged in a fierce battle. However, the brilliance in its eyes was strikingly bright, and its aura was so powerful that it seemed capable of tearing apart heaven and earth.
Without uttering a word, this overwhelmingly strong figure entered the mountain valley and chose a spot to begin seclusion.
The already formidable aura surrounding him grew even more terrifying shortly thereafter, like raging waves. That immense momentum manifested from nothingness in the void. Within the entire mountain valley, various beasts that had been moving about—ranging from small creatures of the Body Refinement Realm to large monsters of the Heavenly Realm—trembled and prostrated themselves in fear.
A surge of vital energy rose like smoke signals, gradually even causing a mutation in the heavens.
This was Fang Chen's vision of Lu Haotian reaching the peak of the Nirvana Realm, about to take the final step towards immortality.
However, just as Lu Haotian was on the verge of this critical moment, an incomparably terrifying aura suddenly swept down from the void. Following that, an invisible pair of hands aimed to shatter the entire world and descended upon Lu Haotian below.
The scene shattered completely. As Fang Chen's heart filled with shock, he could see nothing else but heard Lu Haotian's anguished roar.
"Conspiracy! Conspiracy... immortality... no immortality..."
...
"Conspiracy, immortality, no immortality..." Fang Chen's expression turned slightly dazed as he murmured these fragmented phrases repeatedly.
This terrifying memory, when Fang Chen first stole a part of Lu Haotian's memories from his past life, was something he had experienced once before. However, at that time, apart from an inexplicable fear and dread, there was more confusion than understanding. Now, under the influence of the words spoken by the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man, recalling that horrifying scene brought Fang Chen a new sense of realization.
"A conspiracy, indeed, this is a grand conspiracy!"
As Fang Chen muttered to himself, beside the Blood Throne, the previously weary-looking White-Clad Middle-Aged Man suddenly burst into a piercing laugh.
"Longevity? We are merely the human medicinal herbs cultivated by others! Haha... human medicinal herbs..."
He laughed, and as he did, two streams of glaring blood tears suddenly flowed from his eyes.
It was astonishing that even the Divine Consciousness could weep, and that these were blood tears. This was undeniably an extraordinary event.
However, at this moment, Fang Chen had no thoughts for such matters. His entire focus was on the words shouted by the White-Clad Middle-Aged Man amidst his laughter and tears.
"Human medicinal herbs!"
A wave of chilling dread enveloped Fang Chen completely.
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