Chapter 840: The Dissipation of Magical Power

She is not trying to destroy human destiny's Qi, but to awaken the "truth" sealed by the saints. That strange corpse suddenly opened its eyes, pupils a pure lapis‑blue. He opened his mouth, and a long deer call sounded.

The call echoed throughout the Nan Ting Mountain Region, and all cultivators who had taken the Human Yuan Great Pill suddenly clutched their heads and cried out. Golden antler‑shaped patterns surfaced under their skin, the magical energy in their Qi Sea reversed, and these pills, which all contain the bloodline of the singing deer, were now counter‑attacking their hosts.

Chu Shanhe's antler lantern suddenly ignited on its own, and within the flames appeared memory fragments of the first generation saints. He saw twelve ancient cultivators hunting the last Singing Deer King, saw them pour deer blood into the earth veins, grind antlers into powder to refine pills… The most shocking part was the eerie smile the Singing Deer King showed before death, which was exactly the same as the expression on Jian Fan's face at that moment.

"We… were all wrong…" the destined flying sword of a Great Vehicle Stage cultivator suddenly changed direction.

It was not aimed at Jian Fan, but thrust toward his own Purple Palace. At the final moment, this Great Vehicle Stage cultivator finally realized: the so‑called human destiny's Qi was fundamentally built upon stealing the celestial mandate of precious beasts.

Chu Shanhe's complexion turned sour, and the surrounding Great Vehicle Stage cultivators dared not move further.

"Those twelve people… were they arranged by the Daoist elder?" Chu Shanhe thought silently.

Chu Shanhe knows who those twelve people are; in the Wan Dao Mountain Range, the orderly inheriting forces, aside from their Mysterious Sect, number only about twenty at most.

However, they are not here to stop Jian Fan; they came to clean up the mess Jian Fan created.

And judging by this…

She approached the revived corpse and gently pulled out that antler segment.

The corpse instantly turned into a lapis‑blue light mote, merging into the Manslayer Sword in her hand. The deer‑head carving at the sword's guard became complete, opening a pair of pale golden eyes.

When the final strand of light faded, the eight abandoned human‑populated tower ruins in the Nan Ting Mountain Region simultaneously raised pillars of light. These pillars intertwined in the sky into a massive antler shape, then thunderously shattered. Countless imprisoned Singing Deer spirits were freed, turning into a rain of lapis‑blue droplets that fell from the heavens.

Jian Fan stood in the center of the rain curtain, gripping the Manslayer Sword tightly, eyes flowing with an inexplicable sorrow and… liberation. She gave a soft smile, reached out and sliced a fissure before her, sending the Manslayer Sword into the crack: "Go, go to your true master."

Chu Shanhe inhaled deeply: "Cut Luck Divine Skill."

Jian Fan's body began to radiate light, spreading from her fingertips upward through her body to the tips of her hair. This is the ultimate price of wielding the power of Cut Luck; her very existence will be erased by the cosmic fate. Yet her expression remained unusually calm, even tinged with a hint of acceptance.

When the rain ceased, only a bronze ancient sword remained planted in the ground. The fate‑infused golden threads winding around the blade had all vanished, leaving only the deer head at the guard, still vivid. The surviving cultivators in the distance realized they could no longer perceive the existence of "human destiny's Qi"; it was as if it had never existed.

Beneath the ice layer at the deepest part of the ocean, a faint sound of broken chains could be heard. It was the cosmic fate that had been suppressed for hundreds of thousands of years, finally returning to its original balance.

In the Heavenly Spirit Realm.

Yan Buji suddenly jolted awake from his meditation, spitting a mouthful of black blood onto the hexagram before him. He was horrified to discover the magical energy surging within him like an ocean was rapidly dissipating, like sand slipping endlessly from an hourglass. Even worse, fine golden patterns had appeared on the surface of the Nascent Soul within his Purple Palace; those patterns writhed like living things, Devour­ing countless layers of his cultivated magical energy with each inch they moved.

"What's happening?!" he ripped open his robe, and strange golden patterns also crawled across his chest. Outside the market, a clamor of shocked cries erupted; Yan Buji burst out of the quiet room and saw countless cultivators scrambling to recount what had just occurred.

It turned out that earlier, eight lapis‑blue pillars of light had suddenly appeared in the sky over the Dongxing Sea Region, then slowly faded, and within the pillars a pair of massive antler silhouettes faintly emerged.

"The Nan Ting Mountain Region is in trouble…" an elderly cultivator beside him trembled as he crushed a jade message tablet, "Just received the news: all eight human‑populated tower ruins destroyed, a Great Vehicle Stage soldier collapse, the Mysterious Sect in chaos…"

Yan Buji heard a buzzing in his ears, yet could not fathom why his magical energy was vanishing because of this!

"Ah!!!" a cultivator shrieked and fell to the ground; the surrounding cultivators quickly helped him up and carried him to a nearby medical hall.

Yan Buji followed the crowd, watched the highly skilled medical cultivator conduct a diagnosis, then suddenly widened his eyes: "Human Yuan Great Pill?"

Hmm?

What does it mean?

"Brother Daoist, what do you mean?"

"Is this person taking the Human Yuan Great Pill for Foundation Establishment?" the physician asked.

"This…"

"Regardless, his Golden Core has dissipated, and some strange power remains within his body; forgive my limited skill, I cannot treat this person."

Seeing that the person had already fallen unconscious, his entire magical energy had dissipated as if he were a mortal; the surrounding cultivators wore puzzled expressions.

It seemed the physician knew something, but he quickly drove the person away, closed the door, and refused further visitors.

Yan Buji squinted and nodded.

Night fell.

Yan Buji slipped directly into the medical hall and found the physician from earlier.

"This Daoist fellow arrived uninvited…"

"No nonsense, you said during the day that the person's intake of the Human Yuan Great Pill caused total loss of magical energy; is that what you mean?" Yan Buji asked, casually taking out a Spiritual Stone bag and placing it on the table.

The physician swallowed, grimaced, and said, "Daoist fellow, this matter…"

"I don't want to get violent," Yan Buji waved his hand, exuding a dangerous aura.

The physician's face stiffened, sighing, "Actually, not to hide from you, I was once from the Nan Ting Mountain Region, and by chance learned the refining method of that Human Yuan Great Pill."

Hmm?

Yan Buji frowned, "Now explain carefully; I am also an Alchemist, don't think you can deceive me."

The physician nodded and recounted the information he knew.

Yan Buji's pupils instantly contracted: "What? The Human Yuan Great Pill is refined with Singing Deer blood? Not with Red Dust Qi?"

"Red Dust Qi is only an auxiliary medicine… Since you, Daoist fellow, know this, you should also know that what I say is not false."

Yan Buji fell silent, pondering whether the other's words were true or false.

At that time, a certain person with profound meaning once told me, "Those who consume this pill share the fortunes and misfortunes of human destiny's Qi."

Human destiny's Qi?

Yan Buji covered his head, as if recalling something, yet could not remember at all.

"Who was it…" he muttered through clenched teeth, then turned and left.

"Must return!"

He must immediately return to the Boundless Ocean Trench; if anyone in this world can resolve this calamity, it is only the unfathomable Heavenly Demon King.

Yan Buji dared not linger; the sudden loss of magical energy already made him very uncomfortable, yet he had not experienced the same condition as that cultivator—why was that?