FVN Chapter 1712 The Wrath of Refining the Void: A Game of Void!
Chapter 1712 The Wrath of Refining the Void: A Game of Void!
The light beams are collapsing!
A restless spiritual energy!
The sea was crimson!
Air molecules!
dust……
Even the sound itself, everything, was forcibly sucked in and vanished into nothingness under that terrifying gravitational pull!
The scene was like a perfect canvas being brutally pierced, torn apart, and crumpled by an invisible giant hand!
All that remained was a gigantic, wildly spinning wound!
That was a wound in the heavens and the earth, and the aura of destruction it emitted was enough to cause all things to wither, more shocking than any apocalyptic scene!
The high priest stood motionless in mid-air amidst the turbulent energy currents, his crimson robes fluttering wildly, like a crimson reef standing in a wave of destruction.
His gaze remained completely unwavering, instead becoming incredibly sharp!
All divine thoughts and all perceptions transformed into invisible probes, piercing the very center of that void vortex!
Those eyes, burning with an inextinguishable blood flame, pierced through the chaotic energy storm, carrying an almost obsessive focus and a hint of barely perceptible expectation—
He wanted to see even the slightest fragment of the opponent's protective divine light shattering, or the spatial ripples created during their dodge.
Even the slightest trace!
however.
Time passes bit by bit.
One second!
Two seconds... ten seconds... a hundred breaths...
The roar of spatial turbulence became the only background noise.
At the core of that destructive vortex, there was only endless devouring and crushing, and utter stillness!
It was as if nothing had ever existed there.
Only the cold, empty echo of emptiness.
at last.
The last glimmer of hope in the high priest's eyes was extinguished completely, like a candle flickering in the wind.
A heavy, unseen slap, as if an invisible mockery had struck him, completely froze all his expressions.
"really……"
this moment.
The high priest's voice was icy cold, devoid of any warmth.
As if seeping from the coldest spring at the bottom of the deepest abyss, each word carried a chilling aura, as if it were being ground between teeth.
"That void was a carefully crafted illusion by the other side from beginning to end!"
"..."
His gaze swept over the abyss of space that was still frantically devouring everything, his eyes filled with a chilling light.
And it was mixed with overwhelming murderous intent.
however!
Having experienced countless ups and downs throughout history and traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood to reach the Void Refinement stage, the strength of their will is beyond the imagination of ordinary cultivators.
A moment of shock, rage, and even the shame of being mocked by ants...
These torrents of emotions, enough to make ordinary cultivators lose their composure, were merely ripples that briefly swept across the vast and unfathomable sea of the High Priest's mind.
In just a moment!
Deep within those cold eyes, which held a sea of crimson blood, lay the astonishment born of miscalculation, the rage ignited by the futile search, and the frustration caused by the situation spiraling out of control…
As if erased by an invisible giant hand, it returned to an absolute, heart-palpitating, deep silence!
In the void, the imposing figure draped in a blood-red robe completely settled down, resembling an ancient, towering pillar of black iron.
The aura of fury that had threatened to tear the void apart vanished without a trace, as if none of the turmoil had ever occurred.
Only the shattered spatial cracks silently testify to the cataclysmic collision that had just occurred.
My heart is calm, my thoughts are clear as ice crystals.
The high priest was acutely aware of the core of the predicament before him:
"The Fiend's hiding technique is so profound and mysterious that it cannot be deciphered by the clan's tracking methods!"
"Even though I am at the Void Refinement stage, it is difficult for me to detect this; I have the power but cannot exert it!"
"A direct assault is futile, and retreat is not an option..."
If one wishes to peacefully comprehend this pure and fundamental law concerning the path of this priesthood, the primary task is... to keep this lurking troublemaker in check, one who could transform into a 'poisonous bee' at any moment!
otherwise……
Imagine that, just as he was immersed in the profound and wondrous state of comprehending the mysterious origin, a sword array suddenly burst forth from the void, powerful enough to sever his connection with the great formation...
Or perhaps a sudden attack to interrupt cultivation...
This kind of threat, like a fishbone stuck in your throat or a sword hanging overhead, is enough to make any deep retreat fail.
It could even trigger unpredictable backlash!
But the other party's intentions are also quite clear.
It is clearly also the pure law origin left behind by the old monster?
"This is the foundation of my path; to yield even one step means to yield every step!" A resolute thought was branded into my heart like an ironclad rule.
Even if it slows down the speed of comprehension, and even 'ruins' some of that pure origin...
And absolutely no one will be allowed to share it!
This is the bottom line!
It is also an inviolable taboo!
But how do you "keep" the other party in check?
Appeasement... requires leverage!
The high priest's divine thoughts flowed swiftly through the resources at his disposal, like icy water:
"Suppress it by force?"
The other party has vanished without a trace; this road is blocked!
Bribery?
This uninvited guest's request was clear, and that was all...
soon.
A treasure came to mind for the high priest.
However, just a moment later, He rejected that treasure that could drive a Nascent Soul cultivator mad—
Not bad.
It was that supreme array artifact.
Although array artifacts possess many mysterious abilities, they are merely external aids!
How can it be compared to the fundamental principles that point directly to the Great Way?
"This is a struggle over the very foundation of the path!"
"It is the ladder to immortality!" The high priest knew perfectly well that...
"Even if we hand over this array weapon, this cunning and treacherous junior will never be satisfied!"
They might even use this as an excuse to demand more!
Given the scarcity of resources in the lower realm, how could someone who has cultivated to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage be blinded by the artifact before them?
Their calculation of pros and cons is no less precise than mine!
A storm of thoughts swept and collided within the powerful spiritual platform of the Void Refinement Realm...
Time is also quietly slipping away.
Even after exhausting all his calculations and examining his own resources and the potential costs he might have to pay in the future, he still couldn't find a balance that could reliably "buy out" the other party's covetousness!
What the other party is asking for is precisely the core interest that he would never give up!
“…That’s enough!” A cold, resonant voice fell heavily in his mind.
"Instead of racking our brains here and doing pointless thinking, it would be better to be open and honest, listen to their words and observe their actions!"
Let's see just how big this hidden poisonous wasp's appetite is!
With this in mind, the high priest no longer hesitated.
next moment.
A subtle energy tremor, like the precise plucking of a musical string, stirred a resonance within the primordial energy of heaven and earth:
"Fellow Daoist..." A deep, resonant voice, carrying a strange sense of stability, spread outwards from Him like an invisible tide.
It instantly calmed the restless void energy.
It even forcibly "pacified" the raging torrents surging from the constantly tearing, pitch-black spatial rifts into gentle streams.
The voice contained not a trace of anger or coercion, but rather a calmness that was almost "sincere."
It was as if all the life-and-death confrontations just now were merely a misunderstanding.
As he spoke, the shattered void began to heal rapidly as if it had come to life, and the scattered chaotic energy was forcibly sorted and restored to order.
In just a few breaths...
This battlefield, ravaged like a post-apocalyptic wasteland, miraculously regained its "clarity" under the guidance of the Void Refining Will.
Although terrifying remnants of energy and traces of the laws still remain, at least the "appearance" has calmed down.
Deep within the void interlayer.
Cheng Buzheng took in the grand "comforting" words and the scene of "healing" in the void, and a very faint, almost imperceptible sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"As expected... he couldn't hold on any longer." He knew perfectly well what was going on.
The high priest's current "calmness" is merely the optimal solution he has made under pressure from the situation.
Cheng Buzheng had already anticipated the opponent's previous relentless but ultimately futile pursuit...
This was the only chance the High Priest could gamble on!
Bet that his concealment technique has a flaw, bet that his true form is in the location locked by the secret technique!
If you win the bet, you'll suppress everything!
Lost the bet?
It's nothing more than returning to the current situation where "negotiation" is unavoidable!
The only difference is that some time was wasted.
Think of this.
Cheng Buzheng glanced down at the two paper figures, still glowing with spiritual light, that remained in his sleeve.
"What a pity..." A faint trace of regret flashed across her face.
The Dharma Body that escorts the natal spiritual treasure doesn't carry many paper doll clones to begin with.
Especially after this earth-shattering formation was activated, the spatial barrier was strengthened to its extreme.
The original body is also unable to use the [Mind Gate] to traverse the endless void and send out paper doll clones.
There is no hope of replenishment, at least in the short term.
"It's better than nothing, they're just consumable megaphones after all." He instantly adjusted his mindset and locked his mental focus on one of them.
Although their value is limited, at this moment, they are the best 'megaphones'!
With a thought, Cheng Buzheng silently flicked his fingertips—
A talisman moved without wind and drifted down.
The moment it touched the void, its radiance surged!
A vibrant energy intertwines and surges with the power of space...
The light dissipated.
A strange figure of a cultivator with stiff facial features and a face like a poorly drawn painting suddenly appeared in this deep interlayer.
In the same instant!
Cheng Buzheng's true form, like ink merging into water, suddenly became illusory and transparent, and vanished completely from the spot in an instant!
Only the cold paper doll remained, like a marionette, slowly raising its stiff neck, its empty "gaze" seemingly piercing through layers of barriers, casting its gaze upon the blood-robed figure in the main space.
"Require?"
A deep, hoarse, mechanical voice echoed unexpectedly beneath the Forbidden Sea sky, which had just returned to "calm."
The voice was like a ghostly whisper, its source nowhere to be found, yet it was everywhere:
"If I want that 'Dao Pivot Futon' that you were sitting on earlier..."
Brother Dao...would you agree?!
The last few words suddenly rise in tone, filled with undisguised sarcasm and probing.
Like a cold steel needle, it pierced fiercely at the high priest!
Even though he had made full mental preparations, this pointed and incisive question still ignited a fierce and bloodthirsty flame deep in the high priest's eyes!
But only a fraction of a second!
The blood flames were forcibly frozen and extinguished by the even more solid ice of reason!
A suppressed, almost forced snort exploded in his heart.
"The wolf's ambition is obvious!"
On the surface, however, he remained completely calm. The stiff corners of his mouth even twitched upwards very slightly, forming a near-perfect, meaningful "forgiving" smile:
"Fellow Daoist is joking."
The prayer mat is the core of the formation, and its movement affects the entire situation.
It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t.”
His voice remained calm and steady, without the slightest fluctuation.
"However, apart from this foundation..."
Any compensation you request, fellow Daoist, is open to discussion!
He emphasized again, his words carrying an unquestionable authority, as if drawing a silent line:
"Even if it is... the supreme array artifact in my hand, which was originally possessed by Venerable Island Moving..."
It's not that I can't part with it, but to prove my sincerity!
While talking.
He secretly activated an extremely high-level source-tracing technique!
An invisible ripple of divine thought, as precise as a compass, instantly locked onto the source of the sound vibration—
It was that seemingly empty interlayer node with only faint spatial folds!
Locked!
But deep within the high priest's seemingly emotionless, blood-red pupils, there was no joy, only an even greater chill.
He knew all too well that since the other party dared to openly ask for the "Dao Shu Fu Tuan" (a type of prayer mat), they must have a backup plan.
The locked aura fluctuations...
It's almost certainly another carefully prepared trap!
A fake puppet!
really!
Just as he locked on, the aura of the void interlayer node instantly shifted and dissipated slightly—
Like ripples spreading after a stone is thrown into water.
"As expected, it's just another illusion..."
What an exquisite technique of splitting the mind and substituting!
The high priest's sneer deepened as he forcefully suppressed the violent urge to completely annihilate that node along with the surrounding ten miles of void.
“If he blows up this place, he can just build another one!”
Ten places!
One hundred places!
It would only be a waste of magical power and a source of ridicule! A cold and rational judgment suppressed all useless thoughts.
Time slipped away second by second in this seemingly calm yet turbulent standoff.
In the void, there was only a faint hum of residual energy and a faint pulsation originating from the residual power of laws.
The high priest was not anxious.
After that arrogant challenge, the other party fell silent.
This is not a retreat, but a sign of hesitation.
It's far more intriguing than a mere outburst of rejection!
This means... his words hit the mark.
This cunning fox... is weighing its options! It's hesitating!
Assess the weight of his "sincerity".
Waiting... has become the most advantageous position for the High Priest at this moment!
A few breaths later!
That hoarse, cold voice, as if it came from the depths of the underworld, rang out again without warning:
"That's fine..."
His voice carried a deliberate air of seriousness, as if it had been "after careful consideration."
"I have just pondered this..."
The hoarse voice paused slightly, as if making a difficult decision:
"I know that asking you to completely give up this supreme opportunity related to your path of cultivation is truly asking the impossible!"
"I am not an unreasonable person either!"
The tone suddenly shifted, revealing a sense of "magnanimity and concession":
"If that's the case..."
And here's another 'futon'!
The 'futon' left behind by the old thief who moved the island before his death was entrusted to me for disposal.
He emphasized it again, as if he had made a huge sacrifice.
The conversation abruptly stopped here!
Deep within the void, Cheng Buzheng, who was controlling the paper figures, had a clear mind, like sand flowing silently in a finely timed hourglass.
This crucial pause is precisely what allows them to build leverage for the actual "offer" that follows!
...(End of this chapter)