In the darkness of Jiang Fan’s vision, the figure of Ling Shu appeared. She was dressed in a green skirt, her small hands cupped around her mouth as she called out cheerfully.
She called again and again.
As if asking him, didn’t you say you would always promise me?
A twinge of pain arose in his heart.
He couldn’t protect Ling Shu, allowing her to leave forever.
Everything stemmed from his inadequate strength.
He still had Xu Youran, Chen Silin, Liu Qingxian, and Concubine Yunxia needing his protection.
He couldn’t fall; he had to keep moving forward!
Jiang Fan was filled with the will to survive and shouted loudly!
This dark world shattered in an instant.
His eyes, which had closed, suddenly opened at this moment!
Despite the intense pain, he was able to endure without losing consciousness again.
Feeling the black spear attack once more, Jiang Fan glared at the dark figure with murderous intent, shouting:
"You cannot kill me!"
He decisively took out the Execution Pen and fiercely swung it out.
His physique, Spiritual Power, and Void Flow Thunder Force had all reached a new height from before.
As his Spiritual Power was exhausted, and the Void Flow Thunder Force drained, only a little of his broken physical strength remained.
The character for death was finally complete!
Jiang Fan held the pen, roaring, "Die!"
The Execution Pen thrust forward, the word "Die" soared into the air, quickly transforming into a curtain of the sky, dissolving the incoming long spear’s dark shadow.
The always indifferent shadow’s eyes suddenly contracted, screaming in dismay:
"Hell Realm Device, Execution Pen!"
"How is it in your hands?"
But he had no time to think.
The White Bone Warhorse under him raised its front hooves, let out a frightened neigh, and ran towards the void behind him carrying him.
However, how could it outrun the word "Die"?
The next moment, the word "Die" penetrated the White Bone Warhorse’s hindquarters and hind legs.
The latter half of the White Bone Warhorse’s body rotted into bone mud.
The White Bone Warhorse let out a painful neigh, tumbled to the ground, taking the shadow on top with it.
He looked at the constantly rotting body of the White Bone Warhorse, showing a look of shock, and shouted angrily:
"Do not harm my marquis’s warhorse!"
What responded to him was the merciless passage of the word "Die" through the White Bone Warhorse, rotting it entirely into dispersing bone mud on-site.
The shadow let out a roaring howl, clenching his palm.
The last cluster of Tribulation Clouds gathered in his palm.
A ball of blood-colored thunder, composed of dozens of residual Blood Lightning, formed.
It reflected his face, twisting and ferociously angry.
"Central Earth ant! Killing my warhorse, die!"
He threw it down fiercely!
The blood-red thunderball passed through the word "Die," and although it was worn down a bit, it still retained immense destructive power.
It would undoubtedly kill Jiang Fan when it hit.
And he himself was penetrated by the word "Die."
He, who was already a shadow, immediately began to collapse, emitting a painful scream.
But he persisted, staring angrily at Jiang Fan.
To watch Jiang Fan die with his own eyes!
Jiang Fan looked at the descending thunderball, yet the corners of his mouth twisted into bitterness.
Now, even a slight movement of his body was immensely difficult; his Spiritual Power and Void Flow Power were exhausted.
He couldn’t even utilize Master Puguang’s Golden Buddha again.
He could only watch as the Blood Thunder mercilessly struck his battered body.
This time, would it blow him to pieces completely?
The imagined scene did not unfold.
At his wits’ end, a warm milky white halo emerged from his body, enveloped the Blood Thunder, then gently landed beside his hand.
"Sky-reaching Marrow?"
Jiang Fan’s eyes trembled; the Sky-reaching Marrow of the Life Changing Jade Disc had the ability to ensure a hundred percent success in tribulation passing.
So, it was used here?
As long as the master was still conscious, he could ensure he wouldn’t die?
Jiang Fan didn’t doubt that if more Tribulation Thunder descended, another milky white halo would appear.
The shadow repeatedly roared in anger, unwillingly collapsing into light spots and scattering away.
The blood moon, the bone mud of the White Bone Warhorse, all turned into phantoms and scattered.
The Tribulation Clouds also disappeared.
The darkness dispersed, and sunlight poured down.
The sky reappeared bright and clear.
Jiang Fan showed a look of surviving disaster, heavily falling into the pile of rubble.
The sky where the shadow disappeared suddenly cracked open, something terrible seemed to be forcibly tearing apart the Central Earth World.
Soon, a great rift spanning the sky appeared.
A figure surrounded by black mist, wearing indestructible armor, riding a White Bone Warhorse, and stepping on a huge blood moon, appeared at the crack.
This was his true form!
Even across the rift, an intimidating aura spread, shaking the Central Earth World.
A pair of eyes staring coldly at Jiang Fan.
"Destroying my soul fragment!"
"Creatures of Central Earth, remember my name!"
"Chaotic Ancient Blood Marquis!"
"The one who will kill you in the future will surely be me, Blood Marquis!"
He lifted his long spear and pointed across the void.
Jiang Fan felt something amiss, but was powerless to escape, the next moment his brow felt scorching.
A "Blood" character flickered on his brow, then merged into his head and vanished.
He was startled, immediately introspecting his soul, indeed finding a "Blood" character deeply embedded within his soul.
When he looked up again, the great rift had already closed.
Jiang Fan’s expression turned clouded with uncertainty.
"Is this ’Blood’ character some kind of seal, allowing him to track me anytime?"
"What is his strength? Divinity Transformation Realm Venerate? Or something beyond my understanding?"
Recalling the scene of him tearing open the void rift barehanded, Jiang Fan’s heart couldn’t help but pound.
It seemed he was cautious of something in the Central Earth; thus, even with Jiang Fan nearby, he dared not cross the fissure to kill him.
Thinking of this, he slightly relaxed.
"If I never leave Central Earth in this life, what can you do to me?"
An invisible force descended from the sky, pouring into Jiang Fan’s body.
His broken body quickly regenerated, organs repaired, meridians reconnected, bones restored, flesh stitched, skin recreated.
Lost hair, eyebrows, and body hair all grew back.
As Jiang Fan’s body shook, a thick crust of scorched blood scab fell away.
A body as white as jade, powerful beyond measure, was revealed to the world.
He clenched his palm forcefully.
The air exploded under his grip.
"Three Apertures Nascent Soul Peak Physique!"
Then, he exhibited the Soul Nail, which used to consume enormous Soul Power with a single use, now only consumed less than ten percent of his Soul Power.
"Three Apertures Nascent Soul Peak Soul Power!"
Finally, there were the two Golden Cores!
Nourished by this invisible force.
The two Golden Cores merged into one, then quickly cracked open.
As if something had undergone long gestation, finally breaking out of its shell.
With the outer layer completely shattering, peeling away.
A heart emitting nine-colored light appeared!
Symbolizing the Nascent Soul Realm’s Nascent Soul!
With two apertures on top, like a heart with opened apertures.
"Second-stage Nascent Soul!"
Jiang Fan showed joy, meaning his realm had leaped to the Second-stage Nascent Soul!
The smile on Jiang Fan’s face quickly faded, revealing a deep gravity.