Chapter 832: Chapter 358: Half-immortal Hunt, Gray Long Knife_3
He chose to move horizontally, on one hand, not wanting to venture deeper to avoid encountering unknown dangers, on the other hand, to test whether this half-immortal could truly track his aura.
Even if he could be tracked, as long as he persisted, the other party might have to give up the chase due to worsening injuries.
The advantage lay with him.
Behind him, the one-armed old man traversing through the void looked increasingly mystified.
Though he managed to obtain a trace of the Nascent Soul cultivator’s elusive aura with his magic skill, it was considerably weak and had limited duration. If he failed to catch up in time, he would lose track of it.
From the memories of the two Spirit Transformation cultivators he had killed earlier, it appeared that this cultivator should be at the Spirit Transformation stage, but most likely only in the middle-stage. There was no way their speed could exceed his.
Despite his severe injuries, his speed was equivalent to the latter phase of Spirit Transformation.
Moreover.
Having sensed something amiss, he had forcibly accelerated to catch up with Han Yi, even elevating his speed to the Peak Transformation God stage. However, this sudden burst of speed took a toll on his already injured body, forcing him to slow down within a few moments.
Even so, he was unable to catch up with Han Yi.
So far, he had been closely pursuing that elusive aura.
Could it be that the cultivator is a Peak Transformation God?
Or even, he is not a Spirit Transformation cultivator, but a cautious half-immortal?
No.
Based on prior observations, even though this cultivator had concealed his aura, it was impossible for him to be a half-immortal. If he were a half-immortal, he wouldn’t have fled immediately upon encountering him. The half-immortals and those below would not detect his gravely injured state, but another half-immortal would recognize it at first glance.
Wait.
There’s another possibility.
It’s possible that this cultivator possesses a supreme treasure that not only conceals his aura but also boosts his speed.
With this in mind, the Nascent Soul Late-Stage aura could very well be genuine.
But then, what sort of terrifying treasure could enable a late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator to achieve speeds between that of the latter phase and peak of Spirit Transformation?
In addition, the Strange Fire emanating from the cultivator’s fingertips was capable of absorbing the Spirit Origin Fire.
Not simple, definitely not simple.
If he could uncover its secrets and claim it as his own, he could seize its luck to strengthen himself. With such a tool, he would not only recover his strength but also have the confidence to cross the Immortal Tribulation.
Once he becomes a True Immortal, it’s only a matter of time before he destroys the Great Sun Immortal Sect to fulfill his deep-seated resentment.
At this thought, a fire ignited within the heart of the one-armed old man. His speed surged once again, reaching the speed of a Peak Transformation God briefly before nose-diving, followed by a violent bout of coughing that left traces of blood in the void.
“Damn it, damn it, still can’t catch up!”
“I don’t believe it!”
“Wait till I catch you, I’ll kill you and seal your soul in the Soul Refining Banner. I’ll torment you for a thousand years!”
The one-armed old man continued his pursuit. After the duration of one incense stick, his injuries slightly eased. He forcefully accelerated once more, only to plunge back shortly after.
During one such plunge, he realized that the trace of aura he was tracking had shifted direction from vertical to horizontal.
With this realization, a glimmer of joy crossed his heart. He surmised that there had been some changes with Han Yi, perhaps he would stop moving soon.
Once he catches up, he would kill him with one slap.
He changed his direction, speeding off horizontally.
And so it was.
In the peripheral region of the Emperor Fallen Sky Pond, a severely wounded half-immortal was in pursuit of a peculiar late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator. Their distance varied, but remained within a certain range.
Meanwhile.
At the deepest part of the Emperor Fallen Sky Pond.
A small island untouched for tens of thousands of years, deep beneath its surface, lay an extremely small space, akin to that of a mausoleum.
In this tomb-like space, an unassuming gray long knife lay horizontally on a flat stone table.
Besides this, there was nothing else.
At some point.
An indistinct phantom emerged from the long knife with a ‘humming’ sound.
A broken voice emanated from this phantom as if sleep-talking.
“Soul… return.”
“Soul… return.”
“Is that you, master?”
Soon after.
The humming sound intensified; an invisible wave spread from the gray long knife outwards. It brushed past a Taoist who had been seated in meditation at the deepest part of Emperor Fallen Sky Pond for thousands of years without moving. He abruptly opened his eyes, his face shocked, and his Daluo Golden Immortal aura vibrating the void.
Continuing outwards, several Taiyi Golden Immortals, who were either investigating, cultivating in seclusion or had fled to this place, were stunned as well.
Reaching the middle part of the Emperor Fallen Sky Pond, Golden Immortals, Profound Immortals, and True Immortals experienced the same.
The disturbance reached the periphery, but the fleeing Han Yi didn’t notice anything.
And it continued expanding outwards.