Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 871: 867: The Incomplete Top-Grade Spiritual Artifact

Chapter 871: Chapter 867: The Incomplete Top-Grade Spiritual Artifact

The ambush plan went smoothly, the suspended eyed white tiger had already lunged at Ye Fan’s back.

Ye Fan suddenly stood still, majestic and unmovable, releasing a powerful aura of intimidation, and with a swift turn, he transformed his fist into a hand blade, stabbing directly towards the neck of the suspended eyed white tiger.

The tiger in mid-air did not expect Ye Fan to suddenly turn around; with its momentum, its cultivation came into play, leaping higher and causing Ye Fan’s hand blade to slash its abdomen instead. Although it narrowly avoided disaster, a long gash was cut into its belly, and the tiger leaped away, no longer daring to act recklessly.

Ye Fan’s palm imbued with spiritual energy also felt a burning pain, the spiritual energy within him slightly chaotic.

“Such formidable cultivation,” Ye Fan was startled, managing to fight to a stalemate with just one strike.

Ye Fan had no choice but to bring out his law sword.

Faced with strength, he had to fight the suspended eyed white tiger, treating it as a training session before entering the Pan Gu secret realm.

This wasn’t even a demon beast; within the Pan Gu secret realm, demon beasts roamed rampant, and he might end up as food for the beasts.

Armed with the law sword, Ye Fan no longer needed to hold a defensive posture, charging straight at the suspended eyed white tiger.

The tiger did not retreat either, launching itself at Ye Fan again after gathering strength. Ye Fan swung his law sword to directly slash at the tiger’s head, but the tiger deftly evaded. Instead, the tiger’s claw lashed towards Shen Xi’s face; Ye Fan sidestepped to avoid it, but while there wasn’t physical contact, the true qi within the tiger managed to graze Ye Fan’s chin, stirring the spiritual energy within him even more.

At this moment, Ye Fan realized that in terms of cultivation, he might still be inferior to the suspended eyed white tiger. But this tiger didn’t understand the methods of cultivation and didn’t know how to utilize its strength well.

The suspended eyed white tiger’s cultivation approached that of a demon beast, yet its body hadn’t formed a demon core. It was merely an ordinary creature of the great world, still using the ferocity inherent to tigers to pounce on Ye Fan, thus giving Ye Fan the chance to counterattack.

Seizing the moment as the suspended eyed white tiger pounced again, Ye Fan evaded and launched an attack from behind, jumping directly onto the tiger’s back, and before the tiger could shake him off upon landing, he raised his law sword high, concentrating all his spiritual energy on it, and stabbed downward.

“Pfft!”

A muffled sound was heard as the law sword directly pierced through the throat of the suspended eyed white tiger.

The dying tiger flung Ye Fan against the wall, his entire skeleton feeling as though it shattered, and at this moment, his defenses were at their weakest.

He watched helplessly as the suspended eyed white tiger struggled a few more times on the ground, finally lying still in a pool of blood.

Ye Fan struggled to stand, walked slowly to the front of the tiger, and only after confirming it was dead did he take back the law sword.

His gaze soon fell on something guarded by the tiger earlier in the distant grass, seemingly a disc.

Ye Fan walked over, the disc’s glow intensifying, but as soon as he picked it up, the glow vanished.

“What is this thing?”

The disc resembled a compass used by Yin Yang Feng Shui Masters for measuring feng shui, also like a small copper mirror.

Zhuo Junwu and Shen Biancheng approached after hearing the commotion. Zhuo Junwu examined the situation of the tiger, somewhat surprised: “This beast, surprisingly lucky.”

“Master, what is this?” Ye Fan handed the disc to Zhuo Junwu to inspect.

Zhuo Junwu appreciated it and said: “It seems like a magic artifact from a cultivator, yet it falls between a treasure and a spiritual artifact. It has been tainted by demon blood and damaged; its spiritual energy is not pure. If you can cleanse its demonic nature in the future and repair it, perhaps it would exhibit its original efficacy, for now let’s regard it as a magic artifact… but it’s unclear why it was left here.”

Shen Biancheng added: “I assume someone faced danger, used the treasure to defend, and fled for their life, causing the treasure to be left behind.”

Zhuo Junwu didn’t respond aloud, glancing at the rock wall overhead as if to say that even if such a treasure were left behind, it should have been within the Pan Gu secret realm. How could it have ended up on Earth? Unless this person fled to Earth during a crisis, or met danger upon coming or going to the Pan Gu secret realm.

Ye Fan expressed his question: “Then would this person be recovering on Earth?”

Zhuo Junwu shook his head: “This thing bears semblance to an exquisite spiritual artifact recorded in ancient books, but the size isn’t right.”

“Ancient legal texts describe, a wondrous spiritual artifact ‘Tongling Mirror’ nearly comparable to an immortal artifact, crafted by the strange man Fenghezi. It spans six feet in area, capable of absorbing surrounding spiritual energy within a hundred miles for the caster’s use in an instant.”

“But since it’s an ancient tale, no one has truly seen the Tongling Mirror, and from Zhuo Junwu’s knowledge, this little mirror here is too small, not matching the description of ancient legal texts. Moreover, its power hasn’t reached the level of an immortal artifact.”

“Since you acquired it, use it for self-defense.” Zhuo Junwu handed the disc back to Ye Fan.

When the disc returned to Ye Fan’s hand, it suddenly underwent a slight change. Originally imbued with a hostile and revealing aura of sharpness, it now seemed to be influenced by Ye Fan’s state of mind, its color becoming gentle.

“Yes, Master.”

Ye Fan placed the disc into his storage pouch, along with the law sword.

In truth, the disc was actually the Tongling Mirror, but it had been severely damaged, the brilliant pearl obscured.

Zhuo Junwu gazed far into the distance, sighing: “Having been out for so long, I wonder how the Li Huo Sect’s sect entrance looks now.”

Ye Fan felt that perhaps because Zhuo Junwu was about to return to the Pan Gu secret realm, Zhuo Junwu’s tone seemed to have subtly changed, carrying a touch of melancholy.

At this time, the radiance on the rock wall began to fluctuate, the time for the five elements to return to their positions was drawing near.

Zhuo Junwu set about preparing: “It’s about time; let’s prepare to depart.”

“Just a reminder, we will arrive at the western boundary of the Great Sorrow domain in the Pan Gu secret realm, and after passing through, we might be temporarily scattered in the surroundings, so let’s agree to meet at the nearest Immortal Fate Monument.”

“Here is the Immortal Pointing Needle. The closer it gets to the Immortal Fate Monument, the stronger its vibration will be. When the time comes, we will first rendezvous…”

Zhuo Junwu took out an Immortal Pointing Needle and handed it to Ye Fan.

“After arriving, if you encounter danger, avoid fighting if possible, meeting up is the priority.” Zhuo Junwu gave his final instructions.

Ye Fan and Shen Biancheng both nodded.

At this moment, suddenly a black shadow enveloped the sky, plunging the cave into darkness. The surrounding birds, beasts, fish, and insects instantly fell silent, the oppressive darkness exuding a chilling terror.

Within the silent darkness, only Zhuo Junwu’s voice echoed: “Stand firm, gather your mind, eliminate all distractions, unite with the Primordial, return to the Source Nine by Nine…”

Subsequent words pertained to some techniques of cultivation, essential for passing through the entrance of the Pan Gu secret realm.

Within the boundless blackness, Ye Fan’s state of mind was extraordinarily clear, as if guided by a bright lamp, his eyes closed, relying solely on feeling the flow of spiritual energy within to follow the lamp’s guidance.

After a long while, the immense pressure on his body gradually dissipated, and the guiding light gradually receded into the distance. Ye Fan felt a soothing breath circulating continuously from his qi gates into his body meridians, a feeling completely different from training on Earth.

Upon opening his eyes, there wasn’t much illumination, but it was no longer a complete, boundless darkness.

Rising to look around, he found himself no longer in the previous cave, but in a stretch of what seemed like scorched barren land, the sky gray, lightning flickering in the distant sky. The towering peaks resembling those of Kunlun Mountain appeared more like volcanoes.

The surrounding air was desolate, with no sign of life whatsoever.

Ye Fan understood that he had finally arrived in the legendary Pan Gu secret realm.