Longevity Thunder Ancestor

Chapter 1037 The End
This Spirit Transformation Talisman is also extremely magical. Even though Ning Fa activated the Innate Divine Thunder, he was still in a state of ethereal transformation, which allowed him to walk forward with peace of mind.

At the same time, the slight coolness that Ning Fa felt in his soul also became much stronger, indicating that he was getting quite close to the location of the Soul-Deriving Divine Spring.

It took Ning Fa nearly an hour to finally emerge from the shell wind. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as he had consumed almost 30% of the Innate Supreme Gold Divine Lightning.

At this moment, several miles ahead, Ning Daozhen and Ying Zhen's groups were sitting on the ground in a completely unseemly manner.

They all looked pale and shaken, clearly indicating that although they had survived the storm, it had not been easy.

Before they could rest for long, another black tornado that blotted out the sky swept in.

Several Heavenly Martial cultivators were already pale, while Ying Zhen, though his face was gloomy, remained quite calm.

Soon, both sides summoned their respective magical treasures—the cyan gourd and the gray stone tablet—and entered the shell wind, which was much larger than before.

Ning Fa's eyes flashed, and he followed closely behind.

Moreover, amidst this gust of wind, Ningfa boldly approached both sides, bringing them within a hundred feet of each other.

Because the power of divine sense is also severely restricted in the wind.

Ningfa is ready to take action.

An hour later, the condition of the two groups of people was even worse.

The halo of the gray stone tablet above Ning Daozhen's head had thinned considerably, and the blue mist emitted by the blue gourd that Ying Zhen had taken out had also greatly decreased.

At that moment, a fierce glint flashed in Ying Zhen's eyes, and without warning, he slashed outwards with his left hand.

A beautiful female cultivator in a colorful dress standing next to him was blasted more than ten feet away by him.

The woman looked terrified, and a flash of spiritual light appeared around her as she tried to fly back this way.

But the surrounding winds were like ferocious beasts that had smelled blood; a tangible black vortex immediately enveloped her.

The woman's shrill screams continued for a long time, and soon the black whirlwind dissipated, leaving only a pile of white bones on the spot.

Ying Zhen remained unfazed, while the other Heavenly Martial cultivators around him seemed to ignore him, still protecting him in the middle.

Ning Fa narrowed his eyes, but his killing intent intensified.

Although Ying Zhen held a very high position, she had already learned that he harbored ill intentions towards her.

He certainly wouldn't let this person off the hook just because of his identity, since they were already destined to be enemies.

Ningfa communicated with the Heavenly Book of Crossing Source again and replaced the mark of the True Form Imprint with his own.

He decided that once he made his move, he would unleash his full power, since he could recover instantly anyway.

But now is not the time. The opponent has not yet reached the end of his rope. He needs to wait for the best opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

Not long after, they walked out of that place again.

This break lasted only a little over half an hour before an even larger gust of wind swept in.

Even Ying Zhen couldn't help but show a hint of fear this time.

Ning Daozhen and the other two also looked extremely solemn, because judging from the situation, their already dim gray stone tablet magic treasure could no longer protect them from this gust of wind.

They glanced at each other, then pressed themselves tightly together back to back.

Xiao Han suddenly threw out a black bead with his left hand. It exploded and turned into a thick, watery black light that enveloped the three of them.

After a series of twists and deformations, a black scorpion-like puppet, about ten feet long, appeared.

The gray stone tablet magic weapon suddenly flashed with gray light and disappeared into the surface of the scorpion puppet, covering it with a layer of gray halo.

Such methods amazed Ning Fa, who was secretly observing. This Xiao Han truly deserves to be called a puppet master; he actually has such skills.

At this moment, he had already used some of the innate lightning essence in his dantian to refine and replenish the innate power he had consumed. He felt that the time to make his move should be in this third gust of wind.

Ying Zhen turned and glanced at the black scorpion, a strange look appearing in his eyes. He muttered to himself:
"There is indeed some trick to it. I think that with the merit of discovering Xiao Han and the Soul-Deriving Divine Spring that I am about to obtain, it should be enough for my grandfather to reward me with that treasure."

At this point, a fleeting look of excitement crossed Ying Zhen's eyes.

He then looked at the guards beside him, casually pointed at the two of them, and said in an unquestionable tone, "You two stay here."

Clearly, Ying Zhen felt that his magic weapon was no longer able to protect so many people, so he decisively abandoned the two of them.

Without the protection of innate power, being in this place is clearly tantamount to death.

These two were a burly man in golden armor and an old man with long eyebrows; neither of them were ordinary cultivators.

Upon hearing Ying Zhen's words, their faces turned deathly pale, yet they dared not resist.

The once imposing golden-armored giant suddenly began to plead desperately, even kowtowing repeatedly, showing none of the dignity expected of a great cultivator. However, Ying Zhen remained unmoved.

The long-browed old man didn't say much. Instead, as if relieved, he sat quietly cross-legged, as if waiting for death to come.

Only four followers remained beside Ying Zhen.

The two exceptionally tall and burly cultivators, dressed in animal skins and looking exactly alike, were clearly twins.

The other two were a beautiful female cultivator carrying a long sword and exuding heroic spirit, and a bald cultivator whose skin was covered with strange tattoos.

These people remained expressionless, seemingly showing no sign of sympathy or sorrow. Furthermore, the auras of these four individuals were exceptionally powerful, clearly indicating they were at least high-level cultivators.

I'm afraid he's not even comparable to the level of Tianli Saint Witch, especially that bald cultivator, whose oppressive presence on Ning Fa is clearly stronger than that of Xuyuan Hermit.

This is also why Ningfa did not make a move in the previous shell wind.

The third gust of wind finally arrived, and the three groups entered again.

Before long, the golden-armored giant and the long-browed old man, both deprived of the protection of their innate power, turned into skeletons.

The scorpion puppets that Ning Daozhen and the other two transformed into appeared to be quite powerful, moving very nimbly in the even more ferocious wind.

After an unknown amount of time, the group arrived at the deepest part of this seashell-covered wind.

The terrifying force of devouring and squeezing put immense pressure on Ning Fa, forcing him to unleash both types of innate divine lightning.

At this moment, the scorpion puppet's speed also dropped significantly, and the azure gourd above Ying Zhen's head was flashing with spiritual light, clearly indicating that it was about to give out.

Ying Zhen's face was also gloomy, and he had taken out recovery pills and put them into his mouth several times.

Ning Fa's eyes flashed, sensing that the opportunity was approaching, and he immediately moved closer.

When he reached a range of about ten zhang, preparing to unleash a powerful attack.

Suddenly his eyes narrowed, and a sense of alarm rose in his heart. He stopped immediately.

At this moment, Ying Zhen seemed to realize something, and suddenly turned around to look back, his face full of surprise and uncertainty.

He then pointed his right hand at his eyes, which transformed into a pair of blood-red pupils with mysterious runes spinning rapidly within them. Two mysterious beams of blood-red light then spread outwards, sweeping backwards.

The special pupil technique that Ying Zhen activated was clearly an innate supernatural power.

Therefore, these two streaks of blood-red light were not swallowed up by the wind and spread out for dozens of feet before dissipating.

Ying Zhen, however, frowned deeply, seemingly unaware of anything.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" the pretty female cultivator who looked like a maidservant beside him immediately asked.

"Nothing, maybe I'm just overthinking it."

Yingzhen glanced back again before giving up.

Then he looked at the blue gourd above his head, which was almost unable to hold on any longer, cursed under his breath, and took out a blue bead.

After crushing it, a stream of blue water enveloped them. This blue water was clearly also an innate force, and it could barely withstand the wind.

Ning Fa, however, was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

This Ying Zhen must possess an extraordinary and powerful treasure that could pose a serious threat to him, which is why he was on guard.

It's very likely something like the Great Immortal Destroyer Pearl.

Thinking about it, it makes sense. After all, it's not surprising that someone of his status would possess such a treasure.

Ning Fa felt regret and had temporarily given up the idea of ​​killing this person.

Although he also had powerful trump cards, he was saving them to deal with Nascent Soul cultivators. He didn't want to use them on Ying Zhen, nor was it worth risking mutual destruction. So he temporarily put this grudge aside.

After a long while, the group finally emerged from the swirling wind.

Even Ning Fa couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

On the other side, a flash of black light appeared, and the scorpion puppet transformed back into Ning Daozhen and his two companions.

At this moment, all three of them were lying on the ground, panting heavily, like people who were about to drown and come ashore.

Ying Zhen's side wasn't in much better shape either. Even Ying Zhen himself was kneeling on one knee, his whole body trembling.

After a long while, he finally managed to pull out a recovery pill, put it in his mouth, stood up, looked ahead, and burst into wild laughter:
"Haha! That must be where the Soul-Deriving Divine Spring is. It wasn't for nothing that I went through all this trouble to come here!"

Ning Daozhen and the other two also managed to stand up, looking ahead with equally excited expressions.

Several miles away, one could see an oasis, lush with vegetation, and faintly visible in the center of the oasis, a hazy glow rising from its heart.

At this moment, the peculiar coolness in everyone's souls was extremely strong, and even their severely depleted soul power began to recover at an accelerated pace.

Ning Fa also looked at the oasis with a strange expression.

At this moment, he could already sense that the Moon Goddess's Heart in his sea of ​​consciousness was already stirring, clearly attracted by the aura of the Soul-Deriving Divine Spring.

This Soul-Deriving Divine Spring is indeed miraculous, and obtaining it is extremely difficult.

I wonder what kind of difficulties the other six spiritual realms on this third level will present. They must be beings of the same level as Bei Feng.

This made Ningfa feel even more awe towards the master of this place, that is, the Ancestral One, who was definitely a powerful person beyond his imagination.

Could it be that the mysterious being who secretly watched over me and even made arrangements for me was really this Abyss Ancestor?

Thinking of this, Ning Fa felt a heavy weight in his heart, but when he thought of the Crossing Origin Heavenly Book in his sea of ​​consciousness, he felt much more at ease.

(End of this chapter)