Grasping the Evil

Chapter 662: Dao Lotus Immortal Fire, Feather Transformation Immortal Array

Ning Fan did not immediately go to retrieve the Feather Ascension Pill, but frowned and looked towards the edge of the Spiritual Liquid Pool.

Beside the Spiritual Liquid Pool, four skeletons lay horizontally, one of which had already decayed, and the former robe had also turned to ash.

The other three skeletons’ robes had not yet decayed, but their bodies had turned to dust, leaving only bones.

Judging by their attire, these three were not from the same era.

Moreover, one of their robes was embroidered with the emblem of the Rain Palace...

Judging by the bone quality and sheen of these four skeletons, during their lifetime, they were no less than Seventh Heavenly Layer Void Fragmentation realm experts.

According to Ning Fan’s speculation, these four differ in origin from the skeletons in the hundreds of refinement rooms.

The other skeletons were all alchemists of the Shedding Orchid Sect.

However, these four skeletons were likely not from the Shedding Orchid Sect but were here to obtain the Feather Ascension Pill!

The fact that these people could traverse through the Immortal Flames and arrive here was quite an achievement.

The four did not die in the sea of fire, but perished next to the Feather Ascension Pill...

Ning Fan furrowed his brow and looked gravely at the four Feather Ascension Pills in the Spiritual Liquid Pool.

His heart sank!

There must be hidden dangers here, otherwise, these four old monsters would not have died here!

He closed his eyes, spreading his spirit sense far and wide, covering all the refinement rooms.

He then counted them out; there were 256 alchemists here!

The 256 refinement rooms presented a peculiar array formation!

The formation pattern was akin to a coiling snake, winding from the outside to the inside.

And the stone chamber housing the Feather Ascension Pill was at the center of the circular formation!

"This is an absolute killing formation!"

Ning Fan did not know the name of this formation but understood it as an Immortal Array!

This Immortal Array would eradicate anyone trying to take the Feather Ascension Pill! If someone arrives here thinking they can easily take the Feather Ascension Pill, they would be gravely mistaken!

Unless prepared beforehand, even an Immortal may likely fall under the attack of the Immortal Array!

As for Seventh and Eighth Tier Void Fragmentation cultivators, if they cannot decipher the mystery of this Immortal Array, even if they detect it, they cannot break it and must leave regretfully without obtaining the Feather Ascension Pill.

Ning Fan closed his eyes and sensed the formation for a long time before shaking his head and sighing.

"There is no shortcut for breaking this formation; it can only be forced through with sheer strength. I lack the strength to break the formation; if I were to take the Feather Ascension Pill, I must endure the full attack of the Immortal Array..."

Ning Fan slapped his storage pouch, taking out the last Royal Immortal Talisman and sticking it to his chest.

One Royal Immortal Talisman can withstand one Immortal’s strike; with this talisman for protection, Ning Fan would not be instantly killed by the Immortal Array’s attack, yet it cannot withstand a second strike.

Ultimately, he decided to take the Feather Ascension Pill.

Taking out the Ancient Golden Sword, he stepped forward, inhaling deeply and slowly raising his index finger towards the direction of the Feather Ascension Pill.

"Pill, come!"

As the mana surged, suddenly a golden vortex appeared underneath the Spiritual Liquid Pool, and 256 refinement rooms each also produced a golden vortex.

The four Feather Ascension Pills were pulled into the vortex, and in the next moment, spatially transmitted to Ning Fan’s hand.

As the Feather Ascension Pills were taken out in an instant, the 256 refinement rooms began to shake simultaneously, and each alchemist’s fallen skeleton stood up in a bizarre manner.

Their eyes revealed a fierce gleam, and they all murmured in hoarse voices.

"Dao Lotus Immortal Fire, protect my pill formation!"

"Feather Transformation Immortal Formation, guard the long-lasting pill!"

"Dao Lotus Immortal Fire, protect my pill formation!"

"Feather Transformation Immortal Formation, guard the long-lasting pill!"

At this moment, a vast azure formation light rose in all the refinement rooms.

An extremely dangerous feeling arose in Ning Fan’s mind, as if he would fall under the attack of the Immortal Array.

Without saying a word, he executed a finger technique, using the Swirling Void technique, traversing through the 256 refinement rooms in an instant, stepping on the ancient sword, flying towards the Immortal Flames sea above.

"Feather Transformation..."

A seemingly ancient voice echoed from within the formation light.

A vast azure light instantly enveloped Ning Fan’s entire body!

This azure light was enough to instantly kill a cultivator of the Eighth Heavenly Layer of the Void Fragmentation Realm, turning them to ash!

With Ning Fan’s current cultivation level, he could not withstand this azure light!

The Royal Immortal Talisman on his chest suddenly emitted endless silver glow, burning out on its own.

In an instant, a powerful barrier of immortal power formed around Ning Fan, barely managing to withstand the Feather Transformation attack from the azure light.

However, the barrier of immortal power dimmed quickly, fading within a few breaths, leaving Ning Fan without any means of protection against the azure light!

"The attack range of the formation only lies within the Earth Abyss; I must escape the Earth Abyss within three breaths!"

Without hesitation, Ning Fan tossed a great number of immortal jade, urging the cultivation speed of the ancient sword to its utmost, ascending continuously.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

After three breaths, Ning Fan was not far from escaping the sea of fire, but the talisman power of the Royal Immortal Talisman had been completely exhausted.

"Feather Transformation..."

When these two words reverberated in Ning Fan’s ears again, cold sweat drenched his back.

An irresistible vast force settled upon him, causing his physical body to gradually turn into flying ash.

Without hesitation, he transformed an avatar and casually took out numerous defensive magical treasures from his storage pouch, summoning them all.

These defensive magical treasures varied in strength, with the weakest being Mortal Void treasures, and the strongest were even mid-grade Immortal Void treasures.

But under the attack of the azure light, these treasures only lasted for one breath before feathering and turning to ash...

As for Ning Fan’s avatar, it also gradually faded into ash.

Within just one breath, half of Ning Fan’s avatar had completely turned to flying ash!

He raised his hand and fiercely hammered his chest, forcibly healing the avatar by sacrificing his vital blood.

Every single breath was spent by Ning Fan in self-damage.

After ten breaths, Ning Fan’s sword light flashed, escaping from the Abyss of Death.

At the instant of escaping the Abyss of Death, Ning Fan’s complexion was extremely pale, directly falling from the ancient sword onto the ground.

Gradually exiting from the avatar form, Ning Fan’s face was bloodless, yet a trace of joy gleamed in his eyes.

"Feather Ascension Pill, I’ve got it!"

Three incomplete pills and one complete pill!

If an Eighth Revolution Pill Refinement Master could be found to refine the three incomplete pills into complete ones, Ning Fan would possess four Feather Ascension Pills!

Ning Fan cautiously sealed and stored away the Feather Ascension Pill, put away the ancient sword, took out some healing pills to consume, and summoned Protector Nieli.

Indeed, the Feather Transformation Immortal Formation was formidable; Ning Fan used the Royal Immortal Talisman, hundreds of Mortal Void and Immortal Void defensive magical treasures, and self-harmed several times, barely escaping.

And that was without anyone controlling the formation!

If this formation were controlled, Ning Fan would surely perish under it!

"If I could take this formation to guard the Yue Country..."

Such a thought was merely a notion for Ning Fan, as his cultivation level was still insufficient to claim the Immortal Flames and Immortal Array.

If more than two Immortals were willing to assist, Ning Fan could consider taking away the Immortal Flames and Immortal Array.

Protector Nieli guarded beside Ning Fan, her purple eyes full of anger, glaring at the Abyss of Death.

She could tell that the one who harmed her master was the formation beneath the sea of fire.

If her cultivations are enough, she must shatter this formation and avenge the master!

Nearby, resentful spirits occasionally lurked, attempting to attack the recuperating Ning Fan.

Nieli finally found a way to vent his anger. Upon seeing resentful spirits attack Ning Fan, he killed them all.

Even the resentful spirits at the First or Second Heavenly Layer were no match for Nieli.

A day later, Ning Fan’s vitality had been slightly replenished.

His complexion returned to normal. He stood up, stroked Nieli’s glossy tail feathers, and smiled, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Screech~" Nieli’s purple eyes showed a hint of embarrassment, seemingly unaccustomed to being praised.

"Let’s go to the Primordial Abyss."

Ning Fan leaped onto the top of Nieli’s head, raised his hand, and sent a spirit sense into Nieli’s divine sense.

The spirit sense contained all the maps within the Immortal Burning Valley.

Nieli obediently chirped softly, flapped his wings, and flew off, carrying Ning Fan towards the Primordial Abyss.

Outside the Primordial Abyss, the little demoness had been waiting for two days.

Beside her was only a woman in a red long dress; He Shixiu and the others had not yet arrived, nor had Ning Fan.

The woman in red long dress was none other than the Thunder Emperor in Red.

"Little Fan Fan’s cultivation speed isn’t that slow, is it? Why hasn’t he arrived yet? Hee hee, Red Dress, I’ve heard that you and Little Fan Fan are quite close..."

The little demoness looked playfully at the red long dress, her black gemstone-like eyes full of teasing.

The red long dress’s blood-colored eyes remained indifferent, but upon hearing Ning Fan’s name, her cold face showed a slight unnatural expression.

"I’ve only met him a few times, and he helped me. Indeed, I have some ties with him."

There was no denial, no need for one.

Her character was like this, without a habit of lying.

Her black hair draped over her shoulders, a blood-red jasper hairpin behind her head, blood-red nails, but her lips were a pale color.

In a red palace gown, her embroidered shoes were plain without unnecessary adornments, and beneath her skirt, snow-white ankles were faintly visible.

Standing there, she exuded a natural thunderous majesty.

Now she was completely revived, and her cultivations had reached the peak of the Crumbled Void Seventh Layer.

Ten thousand years ago, when she perished, she was at the peak of the Sixth Heavenly Layer of the Void Fragmentation Realm. Ten thousand years later, her cultivations had elevated further.

Without Ning Fan’s assistance, she would not have revived so smoothly.

No one knew that after her revival, she remembered many things.

She remembered the times in the Demon Sinister Forest, as Ning Honghong, sharing past spring memories with Ning Fan.

Ning Honghong was one of her thousand spirit senses of thunder grass, taken by Ning Fan’s mother and given to him as a companion demon.

All of this, she recalled as well.

In her heart, a voice told her she was the mighty Thunder Emperor.

An alternative voice told her she was Ning Fan’s companion demon, and Ning Fan was her master.

She recalled Ning Fan’s mother saying that the Heaven Separation Sect was Ning Fan’s father, so when the Heaven Separation Sect was defeated by her, she still assisted the Heaven Separation Sect to restore memory.

Unfortunately, her technique, White Lightning Memory Extinguisher, was inadequate to restore the Heaven Separation Sect’s memory.

"Ning Fan..." In the blood-colored eyes of the red long dress, a trace of complexity arose.

Immediately, this complexity was well-concealed by her.

"I am the Red Dress, Ning Honghong is only one of my spirit senses." She thought this way, her blood-colored eyes remaining calm.

"Eh? Is it my Little Fan Fan coming?"

The little demoness looked towards the distance with a smile, but soon her smile receded completely.

In that direction, four streaks of escape light were swiftly approaching, with He Shixiu leading.

"It doesn’t seem to be your Little Fan Fan." The red long dress coldly mocked.

"Hmm, it’s a group of pesky individuals. However, for the map retrieval, we must cooperate with them. After all, the news of The Immemorial Fisherman’s Raincoat Painting was delivered by the Qiongdao Sect to our Godly Void Pavilion. If our Godly Void Pavilion obtains The Immemorial Fisherman’s Raincoat Painting, we certainly owe the Qiongdao Sect some benefits."

He Shixiu and the others’ escape light approached from afar. When they reached ten thousand feet outside the Primordial Abyss, the four of them collectively descended their escape light, landing in front of the little demoness and the red long dress.

"He greets Miss Xiao, not having seen you since the Demon World; I hope you have been well since." He Shixiu smiled warmly like jade, only to receive a plain response from the little demoness.

"I’m fine, no ailments or troubles, no need for Daoist He’s concern."

"Is that so." He Shixiu faced a cold reception yet remained unfazed; he knew well of the little demoness’s nature.

His gaze swept to the red long dress beside, his eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled, "Is Miss Xiao’s helper only one? Who is this fairy, whose cultivations are remarkably impressive, actually a Crumbled Void Sixth Layer cultivator."

"She is a Rain World’s cultivator named Red Dress."

He Shixiu’s gaze took another look at the red long dress, revealing some astonishment in his eyes.

The red long dress was a beauty, her allure carried a regal dignity and solemnity, such women were rare.

"Another look, and I’ll gouge out your eyes." The red-colored eyes of the red long dress gleamed with coldness.

A vast thunderous pressure immediately descended upon He Shixiu.

He Shixiu’s eyes changed as he retreated dozens of steps to slightly alleviate the pressure of the red long dress, his eyes cold.

In his heart, he thought this woman was terribly arrogant and rude, merely a lower realms cultivator daring to offend him.

If not for the profound cultivations of the red long dress, He Shixiu would have considered teaching her a lesson.

Knowing that their purpose was to retrieve the map, he felt it unwise to stir trouble, so he suppressed his displeasure and smiled at the little demoness, "Why hasn’t Daoist Baimu appeared? By the way, Miss Xiao hasn’t informed He of the third helper you’ve invited, who might be this esteemed figure?"

"The third helper I invited is Daoist Baimu’s wife, but Daoist Baimu disagreed with allowing her to venture here, so I didn’t invite a third helper... As for Daoist Baimu, he should be on his way here."

Mentioning Ning Fan brought a sparkle to the little demoness’s eyes.

This sparkle was glaring, causing He Shixiu’s gaze to cool, and he snorted coldly, "Humph! The map retrieval is significant; what’s the harm in letting his wife take risks? Won’t their benefits be lacking afterward! Daoist Baimu is quite pretentious; I’ve already arrived, yet he’s not here. Is he expecting me to wait for him alone?"

Just as He Shixiu finished speaking, suddenly, a fierce beast aura charged from afar, flying towards them.

It was a gigantic Purple Eye Peacock, and atop the peacock’s head stood a white-clad youth, his expression cold.

"Does Daoist He enjoy badmouthing people behind their backs?"

He Shixiu startledly turned his head, his eyes revealing disbelief.

Gongyang Zi and Black Fire were equally surprised, except for Yun Youmu who showed no surprise.

"Ning Fan, the Calamitous Emperor of the Rain Realm? Why has he come!"

He Shixiu had heard of Ning Fan, the Calamitous Emperor’s achievements upon arriving at the Rain Realm.

Facing five Fragmentation tier cultivators from the Mountain World, Ning Fan triumphed alone; such achievements were impressive, even He Shixiu had to admire them.

He Shixiu did not understand why Ning Fan came here; the map retrieval was significant, known only to the higher echelons of the Qiongdao Sect and the Godly Void Pavilion, nobody else knew the Immortal Burning Valley contained The Immemorial Fisherman’s Raincoat Painting.

Why had Ning Fan come here? Did he know one of the four ancient paintings was hidden here?

"Haha, I am Dao Heir of Qiongdao Sect, He Shixiu, greeting the Rain Emperor; what brings the Rain Emperor here?" He Shixiu revealed a warm smile, giving Ning Fan a polite fist salute from afar.

He looked at the fierce beast beneath Ning Fan’s feet with deep dread in his eyes.

This beast was formidable, beyond his capacity to fight, a battle would cost his life.

"I am the Emperor, Ning Fan, also Daoist Baimu; do you understand?"

Ning Fan descended from Nieli, his figure blurred, and he already arrived beside the little demoness. With a shake of the Cauldron Ring, he put away Nieli.

His words stirred heavy waves in the hearts of He Shixiu, Gongyang Zi, and Black Fire!

Ning Fan was actually Daoist Baimu!

The renowned Daoist Baimu of the Demon World was indeed the Rain Emperor of this era!

If this news spreads, the nine worlds would tremble, and this shock would surpass the awe from Ning Fan slaying the Vine Emperor, assassinating the Rain Emperor, and vanquishing the Mountain World cultivators!

Who would have imagined that the Rain Emperor of this era had infiltrated the Demon World, single-handedly slaughtered the Huanglong Clan, slew 39 Fragmentation tiers consecutively, and killed four rogue devils!(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, welcome to visit Qidian.com to cast recommendation tickets and monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.com.)