Chapter 861

Rising and falling, dim and sinking.

The world was dim, making it hard to distinguish direction.

Suddenly, a point of light flickered.

The spirits that had been wandering for a long time were attracted and subconsciously gathered around.

However, what greeted them were sword lights erupting from fingertips.

After casually killing these insignificant ghosts, Luo Chen walked out of the Dan Sheng Blessed Land cautiously.

The moment he saw the scene outside, his whole person was stunned.

He looked up at the sky and down at the ground, feeling as if the seas had turned into mulberry fields.

"Am I still in the Mingyuan Holy Land?"

As far as the eye could see, there was only a vast ocean of black water, even giving him the feeling of returning to the Sinking Sea.

It was just that compared to the heavy Sinking Sea water, the black ocean here brought him not heavy pressure, but a feeling of chaos and confusion.

Suddenly.

Luo Chen suddenly noticed that the protective shield covering his side was turning from a bright red color to a pitch-black color, and it was constantly dissipating.

He subconsciously circulated his magic power, stirring up his protective Qi shield.

However, as soon as a portion of the magic power flowed back, Luo Chen threw it out with extreme decisiveness, a look of disgust appearing on his face.

"This is the Ming Water of the Nether Abyss!"

The Sinking Sea water mainly corrodes; a cultivator's protective Qi shield would be constantly digested and corroded, but it would not have any impact on the essence of a cultivator's magic power.

But the Ming Water of the Nether Abyss is different; it is dirty, filthy, and extremely foul!

Once a cultivator's magic power, magic treasure, or even physical body is stained, it will be defiled.

Luo Chen had just subconsciously retracted his exhausted magic power, and immediately felt that something was wrong.

That magic power had been completely defiled and was simply not suitable for recycling.

Even in this place, there was no space to replenish magic power.

After identifying the Ming Water, a thought suddenly popped into Luo Chen's mind.

"Has the Nether Abyss been opened, completely submerging the Mingyuan Holy Land?"

No one answered him; he could only explore for himself.

Although Ming Water defiles magic power, the degree of defilement is limited; with Luo Chen's profound magic power, he could persist for a period of time.

He moved forward, ten miles, a hundred miles, a thousand miles...

During this process, ghosts would appear in his line of sight from time to time.

But because Luo Chen concealed his aura and even changed the color of his magic shield to blend in with the Nether Abyss, he was not really discovered.

Those insignificant ghosts were fine; Luo Chen didn't care.

What truly made him guard was a Nascent Soul stage ghost he had accidentally glimpsed earlier!

It is rumored that countless evil ghosts and resentful spirits were suppressed within the Nether Abyss.

That was an ancient forbidden land that had flowed for millions of years before the Mingyuan Sect was even established there.

Later, after the Mingyuan Sect experienced the ancient opening war, to save trouble, they simply threw all the demon beasts and ghost souls that were difficult to convert during the war into the Nether Abyss.

In this way, not only did they save the effort of converting ghost souls, but they could also strengthen the threat of the Nether Abyss to protect the sect.

But now that the Nether Abyss had submerged the Mingyuan Holy Land in return, those endless ghosts were completely released.

A Nascent Soul stage ghost was definitely not a coincidence.

In this vast, boundless Nether Ocean, who knows how many Nascent Soul stage ghosts there were, and perhaps even Soul Transformation stage ghosts existed.

Luo Chen dared not force his way through the Nether Abyss.

When his magic power was consumed to a certain extent, he hesitated for a moment and swam upward.

This process was fast.

But the moment he touched the surface of the sea, Luo Chen stopped.

There was golden fire burning above!

Luo Chen's pupils shrank, and he blurted out.

"Nirvana Holy Fire!"

The Dan Sheng Blessed Land opened again.

Luo Chen walked back with a gloomy face.

Black King greeted him immediately: "Master, what happened outside?"

Luo Chen waved his hand: "It's gone, it's all gone."

Black King was stunned: "What's gone?"

"The Mingyuan Sect is gone!"

After saying this, Luo Chen ignored him, walked to the circle of fire, and with a casual wave, the circle of fire turned into a small golden bird and flew back onto Luo Chen's shoulder.

Glancing at Luo Lingxi, who was still sitting blankly beside Ye Ruoli's corpse, Luo Chen tightened his face and said nothing.

This was also good; it saved him the time of explaining to the Mingyuan experts.

As for his own son?

The other party just couldn't cultivate, not that he was a fool; he would naturally understand that under those circumstances, those things were all things Luo Chen had to do.

Perhaps the impact of a familiar person dying in front of him was too great, and he couldn't accept it for a while.

Time would fade everything.

And now, the thing Luo Chen lacked least was time.

"I've been trapped in the Dan Sheng Blessed Land!"

Luo Chen muttered gloomily in his heart, then leaped up and chose a nearby mountain peak.

There was a fourth-rank spirit vein here, the spiritual energy was still quite rich, enough for him to recover his magic power.

After Luo Chen left, Black King still hadn't reacted.

The powerful Mingyuan Sect was gone?

He had a deep understanding of the Mingyuan Sect's power; there were countless experts inside, and there were many who made him feel fearful.

Not to mention the three Soul Transformation Old Ancestors, just entering the Mingyuan Sect and seeing Gu Xian Fengjiang was enough to destroy him.

But all this, it was gone just like that?

"What about those three Old Ancestors?"

"Three Old Ancestors, one died under my sword, one died in the hands of Sovereign Qixia, and the last one..."

In just a few days, Luo Chen relied only on the daily operation of his cultivation technique, and his magic power recovered to its peak.

It can be seen how much his cultivation efficiency had improved after switching cultivation techniques.

At this moment, he sat cross-legged in a cave dwelling temporarily opened in the mountain, the information he had searched from a Golden Core ghost earlier echoing in his mind.

Although it was chaotic, there was always some useful intelligence inside.

Especially the ending of the other two Old Ancestors.

"The Mingyuan experts have fallen, we are free!"

This sentence came from a certain Soul Transformation stage ghost; every ghost that had gained a bit of consciousness knew this news.

This was the reason why the Nether Abyss was so chaotic now.

Without the Mingyuan Sect, without the experts suppressing it, this place had become a sea of chaos.

And Luo Chen was still sighing at the ending of Old Ancestor Tianyuan.

He never expected that the old man who looked quite kind would actually choose to feed the ghosts with his body, open the Nether Abyss restriction, and try to break the jade with Sovereign Qixia.

But the result seemed to make Old Ancestor Tianyuan die with regret.

Sovereign Qixia eventually escaped.

Not only that, in the great battle in the Nether Abyss, those powerful ghost path existences that Luo Chen had searched the souls of, which the little ghosts once crawled and worshipped, almost none had a good ending.

Dead, injured, fled.

Although many were still alive, they were hiding in various places in the Nether Abyss, licking their wounds.

"That woman is truly unreasonably strong!"

Luo Chen sighed, and then began to ponder the current predicament.

Forcing his way through the Nether Abyss was absolutely impossible.

He didn't have such profound magic power to cross hundreds of thousands of miles; even a Soul Transformation expert probably couldn't do it.

And on the sea surface, the means Sovereign Qixia displayed before leaving caused countless Nirvana Holy Fires to permeate the sea, temporarily suppressing these evil ghosts.

It wouldn't dissipate in a short time.

"Can the Withering-Prospering Divine Fire break through Sovereign Qixia's Nirvana Holy Fire?"

Luo Chen muttered to himself; in his Purple Mansion, the Withering-Prospering Fire Spirit seemed to have an epiphany and sent out a signal of fear.

"You can't do it either?"

Luo Chen shook his head and pondered other ways.

Finally, he set his sights on the Nirvana Holy Fire he had refined. "If I make it stronger, can it be used as arm strength?"

If it were before, Luo Chen naturally wouldn't have this plan.

The strengthening of source true fire can only rely on magic power nourishment, requiring day-by-day water-grinding effort.

Or, find corresponding food for the source true fire to accelerate growth.

Like the Withering-Prospering True Fire's incense cultivation in the Yan Alliance in the early years, Luo Chen hunted demon beasts in the North Sea after practicing the "Heavenly Phoenix Nirvana Sutra," absorbing vitality, and even swallowing a large amount of high-grade source-less fire.

But these were useless for the Nirvana Holy Fire.

Its own status was too high; it simply wasn't interested in those low-grade source-less fires.

Unless it was existences like the fifth-rank Withering-Prospering Divine Fire, the Vermilion Bird Divine Fire in the Burning Purgatory, or even the Nine-Refining Beacon Fire in the Heaven-Refining Cauldron, it wouldn't have an appetite.

But now, Luo Chen had a little bit of capital.

A shake of his hand!

A pill appeared in his palm.

The pill was black and white, containing the two poles of water and fire, and even had the charm of Yin and Yang flowing on it.

It was exactly the Two-Yi Pill that Luo Chen had refined in the third level of the Dan Sheng trial!

"It was refined relying on you in the first place, so using it on you now can be considered making the best use of everything."

Luo Chen swallowed the Two-Yi Pill without hesitation.

Magic power circulated, and he began to refine the pill.

Strands of powerful medicinal power poured out from the pill, and under the guidance of his magic power, it entered the Purple Mansion, but didn't go toward the Nascent Soul, instead landing on the golden little bird resting on the green-white fire tree.

In an instant.

The golden little bird bathed in the black and white colors, squinting its eyes comfortably.

Seeing this, Luo Chen was excited in his heart.

"It's effective!"

Then, it was just a matter of waiting for the Nirvana Holy Fire to completely absorb the medicinal power of the Two-Yi Pill to see what level it could grow to.

One day.

Two days.

Three days...

Time passed slowly.

Although the medicinal power of the Two-Yi Pill was huge, it definitely wouldn't take that long to absorb.

Luo Chen realized that there might be a mistake.

"Where did the problem go wrong?"

Just as Luo Chen was struggling to think, one day a thought of fury came from the Purple Mansion.

The Nascent Soul trembled, and its eyes opened to look.

The golden little bird had already woken up at some point and was lowering its head to peck at the green fire tree branches and leaves under its feet.

The thought of fury came exactly from the Withering-Prospering Fire Spirit.

At this moment, the Withering-Prospering Fire Spirit was furious, and the green-white flames suddenly bloomed, wanting to pounce and kill the golden little bird.

The golden little bird was not afraid at all; although its aura was weaker, it moved nimbly amidst the impact of the green-white flames, and even pecked a mouthful of green-white flames into its body from time to time, making its golden light even more brilliant.

Luo Chen was stunned, able to feel two thoughts.

One was the Withering-Prospering Fire Spirit's shock and anger; it seemed not to have expected that the little guy it had raised by acting as a nest would actually want to eat it!

The other was the ignorant thought of the Nirvana Fire Spirit's first birth—hungry!

"But no matter how hungry you are, you can't eat the Withering-Prospering Divine Fire!"

Luo Chen was anxious!

He couldn't watch the divine fire he had spent hundreds of years painstakingly cultivating be swallowed by another little guy, and even more so, he couldn't sit by and watch the two great divine fires fight in the Purple Mansion.

With a thought, magic power wrapped around the Nirvana Fire Spirit.

No matter how it struggled or didn't want to, Luo Chen first moved it out of the Purple Mansion.

This guy was the most restless!

Only after the two separated did Luo Chen breathe a sigh of relief.

"My house was almost demolished by you two!"

Luo Chen sent a reprimand to each.

The green-white little tree was only aggrieved, drooping its branches and leaves, depressed and silent.

The golden little bird flapped its wings, completely unable to feel Luo Chen's anger, just ignorantly chirping.

"Hungry!"

"Hungry!"

Luo Chen frowned at this scene; it seemed the Two-Yi Pill had completely awakened the fire spirit of the Nirvana Holy Fire, greatly increasing its spirituality.

But what was with the hunger?

Just as he was constantly flipping through the information about the Two-Yi Pill recorded in the Heaven-Refining Demon Lord's pill book in his mind, the golden fire bird flying in the sky suddenly paused, and then flew out under Luo Chen's stunned gaze.

Luo Chen followed curiously.

Before long, he looked at a scene in surprise.

The golden fire bird paced in the flowing magma, cautiously pecking at another flame that was more brilliant and powerful than itself.

Luo Chen swallowed his saliva.

That was a wisp of Nirvana Holy Fire that had permeated in before the Dan Sheng Blessed Land gate was closed.

The quantity was not large, scattered everywhere.

And because Old Ancestor Hei Ze suddenly broke in, the gate was closed, cutting off the subsequent permeation of the Nirvana Holy Fire.

But the part that had come in earlier still remained in the Dan Sheng Blessed Land.

Luo Chen never had time to deal with it, and didn't know how to deal with it.

But now!

"Is it really okay to use this as food?"

Luo Chen hesitated.

"Is this the Upper Nether Xiancheng?"

Having experienced the great battle at Lingtian Pass, the physically injured Shouyang Mountain Man was quickly repaired by the sect.

This was his first time out of the mountain in many years.

But coming to a familiar place, what he saw and witnessed was shocking.

Beside him, the Dongyang Sect disciple hurriedly replied: "Reporting to the Elder, this is indeed where the Upper Nether Xiancheng is located, but why it has become like this, the disciple doesn't know."

Shouyang Mountain Man swallowed his saliva and looked up, the whole city was dilapidated.

Amidst the broken walls, there were surging flames, extremely hot.

A huge palm print almost covered the entire Upper Nether Xiancheng, and those broken walls were just a fraction revealed between the fingers.

"Who destroyed the Upper Nether Xiancheng?"

"And, it only took one strike!"

No one could answer him.

And even more shocking things were yet to come.

"Elder Lu, the Great Elder invites you over!"

Shouyang Mountain Man sorted out his mood and walked toward the Nether Abyss uneasily.

Upon arrival, the three senior brothers and sisters in the sect had already stood for a long time, all silent.

The leader, in a bright sun-colored robe, wearing a rosy crown.

It was the Great Elder of the Dongyang Sect, and also a famous late-stage Nascent Soul expert in the Eastern Wasteland.

Shouyang Mountain Man hadn't had time to greet him when his gaze froze again.

The Mingyuan was boiling, covering ten thousand miles.

Golden flames lingered, dazzling and scorching.

In the void, black dragons and snakes emerged suddenly, but disappeared just as suddenly.

Those with a little knowledge understood what those things were.

Space cracks!

Boom!

A startling thunder fell, exploding in the sea, splashing countless waves of fire.

Above the nine heavens, the dark clouds did not dissipate for a long time, and thunder light flashed inside from time to time.

Because of this falling thunder, everyone seemed to wake up from a dream.

The Great Elder of the Dongyang Sect turned around slowly, his majestic face full of horror at this moment.

"The Mingyuan Holy Land has been destroyed by someone!"

Others were about to ask who, when Shouyang Mountain Man suddenly took out a sound-transmitting jade pendant.

A hurried voice came from inside, interrupting everyone's attention.

"In the Million Great Mountains, the demon race is moving, as if they want to make a comeback!" (End of chapter)