Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 505 - 251: Dark Clouds Overhead, Old Friends Await! A Formidable Foe Appears, Divine Demon Holy Embryo_3

"Raise the coffin!"

Just at that moment, a soft shout came from behind.

Zhang Fan then saw a crystal coffin being carried out from the vehicle, inside which lay Prince Qin, whom he had seen last night.

At this moment, his body was covered with silver needles, and a golden needle was even inserted at the center of his forehead.

"They really intend to use this person to find Ren Xiao’s Secluded Place."

Zhang Fan’s eyes slightly narrowed. He could feel at that moment that Prince Qin’s Primordial Spirit was indeed creating a wave that was being amplified through the silver and golden needles, diffusing toward the mountains, where there were faint waves in response.

"The Qin Family indeed has some talent, to even think of such a method."

Zhang Fan couldn’t help but chuckle coldly. He now understood that this group had transformed Prince Qin, who was like the living dead, into a wireless receiver. Through him, they could locate Ren Xiao’s Secluded Place from years past.

Absolutely genius, damn it.

"Let’s go!"

With these words, the crystal coffin was lifted up slowly, and the group marched grandly into Tusk Mountain.

"This way, please."

Qin Ming gestured with a welcoming hand, leading the way.

Song Yunqi and Ji Haisan followed closely behind.

Zhang Fan and Fang Changle exchanged a glance without showing any emotion and followed along.

Tusk Mountain’s terrain was steep and perilous with no paths to navigate, but fortunately, everyone was a cultivator. With Primordial Spirit Awakening, their senses were sharp, and their bodies nourished by True Yang, they were more agile and nimble than ordinary people.

Especially the eight coffin bearers, each had the cultivation of the Spirit Department. Although they were carrying the coffin, they walked steadily in the mountains.

"The waves are getting stronger..." Zhang Fan could feel that the waves diffused by Prince Qin were being responded to faster and more fiercely.

In other words, they were getting closer to that place.

"Something’s not right; how come it’s getting foggy in this weather?" Fang Changle murmured softly.

He had just noticed that as they went deeper, the surrounding fog thickened, turning everything into a white haze, and the path ahead became more obscure.

"In Tusk Mountain, danger begets ominous signs..." Zhang Fan murmured.

"This is the external manifestation of the Primordial Spirit."

"Ah..."

Just as he finished speaking, suddenly, a scream came from afar.

Zhang Fan focused his gaze and saw a person suddenly collapse to the ground, his whole body limp like a puddle of mud.

The external manifestation of the Primordial Spirit presented various environments.

This person was trapped, mistakenly believing that they fell off a mountain cliff and were crushed to pieces.

Here lurked an extremely strong magnetic field, or rather a force, that affected everyone’s Primordial Spirit.

Ordinary cultivation levels couldn’t withstand it at all.

"Everyone, sit cross-legged in meditation, and guard your Primordial Spirit."

At that moment, Qin Ming’s loud shout came from afar.

"Let’s go."

At that moment, Zhang Fan finally seized the opportunity, pulling Fang Changle, and with a step, leaped out ten feet away. The wind whistled in their ears, and they couldn’t care less about anything else, as it was their chance to escape entanglement.

Rumble...

Suddenly, a terrifying wave surged from within the dense fog.

The next moment, a figure charged in like a gust of wind, like thunder roaring, blocking Zhang Fan’s path, punching with the force of ten thousand pounds.

Zhang Fan’s expression changed drastically. He reached out a hand, True Flame blazing with dragon roars, clashing with that person.

Rumble...

The terrifying waves rampaged and roared between the two, fists and palms entangled, the two figures interweaving and separating.

Zhang Fan halted in his tracks, raising his eyes to see that the strange figure’s entire body was surging with black and white Qi, like the bright day at noon, like the Great Night Without Brightness, sacred like deity, yet domineering like Demon King.

"Divine Demon Holy Embryo!?" Zhang Fan’s eyes widened, revealing a look of surprise.