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“Splash—!”
Ye Fan's spiritual sense surged forth like a tidal wave, tracing the path of the sword's melody as he sought to explore its source.
However, within the Celestial Palace of the Sky, there were too many Restrictions, and numerous formations still lingered in various places.
Although Ye Fan could easily glimpse those Restrictions and formations, his spiritual sense could not extend too far. He could only vaguely sense that in the direction of the sword's melody, there was a powerful Sword Intent.
“I need to go somewhere alone.”
After retracting his spiritual sense, Ye Fan directly addressed Wuma Changkong, Wuma Xian'er, Nangong Xuandie, and the others.
Upon hearing that Ye Fan intended to leave alone, Wuma Changkong's eyes widened as he exclaimed, “Are you trying to find another treasure and keep it all to yourself?”
Previously, Ye Fan had feigned death to discover a Celestial Pool rich in Celestial Essence, which had transformed them all and significantly boosted their powers.
They had accomplished what would normally take hundreds or even thousands of years in a short time.
Now Ye Fan wanted to run off alone again? It wouldn't be that easy!
Lang Sun Chuan quickly interjected with a serious expression, “Master, the dangers within the Immortal Mansion are numerous. I think you should take me with you! That way, if you encounter any danger, I can protect you.”
Hearing this, Ye Fan couldn't help but smirk. “You think you can defeat me? Do I really need your protection?”
“Uh…”
Lang Sun Chuan was momentarily speechless. It seemed…
With his current cultivation and strength, he truly was no match for Ye Fan.
Although his own power had also surged dramatically, comparable to the Pinnacle of God-Slaying.
In fact, he was even stronger, but after witnessing Ye Fan's previous battle,
Lang Sun Chuan felt that if he were to face Ye Fan,
it would likely take just a few exchanges before Ye Fan easily subdued him.
While lamenting Ye Fan's monstrous abilities, Lang Sun Chuan couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he had been thick-skinned enough to humble himself and become Ye Fan's disciple.
Otherwise, how could he have obtained Ye Fan's Divine Refinement Technique?
How could he have transformed nearly all of his Celestial Energy into Celestial Essence, allowing him to challenge the strong at the Pinnacle of God-Slaying?
Now, Lang Sun Chuan was utterly in awe of Ye Fan.
"Forget about others, are you really going to abandon your sister?" Wuma Xian'er blinked her long eyelashes at Ye Fan, sending him a flirtatious glance. "You know you are my fiancé now; how can a fiancé enjoy benefits while abandoning his future wife?"
"Can I come along too?" Nangong Xuandie also lowered her voice and said, "I remember you said you would marry me as well..."
Suddenly, Nangong Xuandie felt a faint pressure descend upon her, causing her words to falter. She cast a timid glance at Wuma Changkong.
Hearing this, Ye Fan turned his gaze toward Wuma Xian'er and Nangong Xuandie, momentarily speechless.
However, he still spoke earnestly: "Sister Xian'er, Sister Xuandie, Sect Master, there aren't that many treasures in this Immortal Mansion like the Ascension Pool."
"I just suddenly heard some strange sounds and wanted to investigate; I wasn't trying to keep it all to myself..." Ye Fan pouted in exasperation and shook his head.
"Strange sounds?"
Upon hearing this, everyone’s expression turned solemn, and they all began to concentrate, listening intently.
After a moment, Wuma Changkong looked at Ye Fan and asked, "What strange sound? Why can't I hear anything?"
He was a powerful figure from the Pinnacle of God-Slaying, having severed the Three Souls of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity, which made his perception incredibly sharp. Yet, he heard nothing.
After a while, Wuma Xian'er, Nangong Xuandie, and Lang Sun Chuan also opened their eyes and looked at Ye Fan, their expressions filled with confusion. Like Wuma Changkong, they too heard nothing.
Ye Fan shrugged his shoulders and replied, "How would I know?"
Despite his words, Ye Fan felt puzzled. Logically speaking, he had just heard the sound of the sword chant; it was unreasonable that Wuma Changkong and the others could not hear it!
With lingering doubts, Ye Fan listened carefully again. However, the sound of the sword chant had already vanished.
Interesting.
Ye Fan couldn't help but feel even more intrigued. He turned his gaze toward Wuma Changkong and the others and assured them, "Don't worry. If there really is any benefit to be gained, I, Ye Fan, will certainly not forget you all. Let's not waste time here; there must be countless treasures within this immortal mansion. Every moment is extremely precious."
"Wasting time like this is quite shameful."
"That's true," Wuma Changkong nodded, looking at Ye Fan with a skeptical expression. "Well, since you want to be a lone wolf, just be careful. With your current strength, there are probably not many in this Immortal Mansion who can harm you."
"The Sect Master is right," Ye Fan replied, nodding. He turned to Wuma Xian'er and Nangong Xuandie. "Sister Xian'er and Sister Xuandie, make sure to stay close to the Sect Master and be cautious."
Among the group, Wuma Xian'er and Nangong Xuandie were the weakest, which was why Ye Fan reminded them.
"Why do you care about your sisters when you've abandoned us? Just get lost!" Wuma Xian'er shot Ye Fan a mockingly resentful glance.
Nangong Xuandie gently nodded and said, "Don't worry. With Lord Wuma and the others around, I will be fine."
"Good."
Ye Fan nodded again, choosing not to say more as he swiftly slipped away.
"This brat..." Wuma Changkong couldn't help but smirk, saying with a grin, "He's a treasure! He'll definitely be extraordinary in the future!"
"In the future?"
Wuma Xian'er retorted irritably, "Isn't he already extraordinary? I can't even handle him anymore!"
After parting ways with Wuma Changkong and the others, Ye Fan headed directly toward the direction from which the sword chant had come.
The entire Immortal Mansion felt shrouded in mist; even Ye Fan's speed was not particularly fast.
"Clang~!"
Suddenly, Ye Fan froze in place as the sound of the sword chant echoed in his ears once more.
And this time, it was even clearer than before.
"It seems I'm not far from where that sword chant is coming from!" Ye Fan murmured lightly before moving forward again.
Not long after, Ye Fan traversed through layers of corridors and palace courtyards, arriving at an extremely vast area.
It resembled a gigantic plaza enveloped in Celestial Light.
Or perhaps it was a desolate wilderness.
Yet under the shroud of celestial energy, no matter where one stood in the immortal estate, everything appeared extraordinary.
Upon reaching this place, Ye Fan's figure instantly froze in place.
His gaze turned forward, and even with Ye Fan's temperament, he couldn't help but exclaim…
"What the hell!"
"So many swords!"
Before his eyes lay a dense array of thousands of immortal swords, all floating within his line of sight.
Each sword was surrounded by Celestial Light, resembling a massive forest of swords, truly magnificent.
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