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Chapter 1846: Chapter 682: Ming Zhao Heaven, Land of Inheritance (June 1st, request for monthly tickets!)

The overwhelming Spirit Power Reversal formed a sky-high Spiritual Energy Tornado.

A figure floated within, occasionally rising and falling, sometimes high, sometimes low, as helpless as a drifting duckweed.

With a physique comparable to a Savage Beast, he struggled to withstand the terrifying impact of Spirit Qi.

But he couldn’t find a way forward, nor a path to retreat!

Just then, a pure wave of Qi Power subtly emerged from the wooden plaque at his chest, blending into the Spiritual Energy Tornado like ripples.

It’s the Nascent Soul Domain!

With the domain surrounding him, the Spirit Qi remained violent, but a calm area had emerged.

Luo Chen’s body suddenly paused, stabilizing himself, his eyes revealing a thoughtful expression.

”I see.”

To enter the Heritage Land through this Spiritual Energy Tornado requires a knack; one must utilize something akin to the Nascent Soul Domain to flow smoothly downwards, avoiding being torn apart by the raging Spirit Qi.

Thinking of this, he instructed Han Zhan to withdraw the Nascent Soul Domain, while his own Senluo Fire Prison unfolded.

Sure enough, with the appearance of Senluo Fire Prison, he too could move freely within the Spiritual Energy Tornado.

However!

Because his Senluo Fire Prison drew on his own power, rather than relying on the Outer World’s Heaven and Earth Qi, it meant the cost of moving freely was the rapid depletion of his own Qi Power.

”Other Golden Core individuals wanting to enter Ming Zhao Heaven must either possess a similar pseudo-domain technique or rely on the protection of a Nascent Soul True Master, or prepare targeted Magic Items like the Moyun Cave Lord.”

Understanding this, Luo Chen stopped forcing himself.

”Senior, it’s your turn!”

”Alright.”

The Senluo Fire Prison retracted, and Han Zhan’s Nascent Soul Domain expanded once more.

With a faint green light, Luo Chen steadily sank downwards.

After an unknown duration, Luo Chen’s feet touched down, reaching the deepest part of the Spiritual Energy Tornado.

The landing spot was a stone platform.

”Teleportation Formation?”

As soon as the thought appeared, the array spontaneously activated.

Luo Chen stood like a mountain, motionless, feeling his body being torn by light and shadow.

When that sensation faded, he found himself in an unknown place.

An ancient stone platform, hanging alone in the night sky.

Beneath, dark and deep, bottomless.

Outside the platform, an endless No Dust Wind blew incessantly.

Wherever he looked, there was only solitude; fourteen starry light sources were emitting radiance.

No!

Rather than fourteen, it’s thirteen, with one dimmed to the extreme, giving a sense of a blocked path.

As Luo Chen observed his surroundings, the wooden plaque at his chest trembled slightly and autonomously detached itself.

”Senior?”

In the air, the Soul Nurturing Wooden Plaque emitted a faint light.

The next moment, a figure fell out, it was the other Refined Corpse created by Chi Shi Upper Master.

Of two, one melted inside Vermilion Bird Mountain, leaving only this one.

Han Zhan’s Soul Nurturing Wooden Plaque landed on the Refined Corpse, and in a short time, the originally lifeless Refined Corpse began to show vitality.

Its eyes trembled, slowly opened, revealing a sense of age.

”It’s been so long since I felt solid ground beneath my feet.”

Han Zhan, possessed within the Refined Corpse, stomped his foot joyfully.

He looked at Luo Chen, ”Give me the Qi Sha Swords and Ten Thousand Soul Banner, lacking suitable tools on hand; in case of battle, I can assist you a bit.”

Luo Chen nodded, handed over the Soul Heaven Sword Case containing the Qi Sha Swords and then the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

With these two Magic Items in assistance, Han Zhan finally had enough power to fight.

While Han Zhan familiarized himself with the Refined Corpse body, Luo Chen observed the surroundings.

Finally, he slowly raised his head, looking at the massive rock wall encircling the stone platform.

In the forefront, stood three words.

[Night Illuminating Zhao]

This is the third day of Land of Fallen Demons, Ming Zhao Heaven’s name origin.

Luo Chen didn’t understand, his gaze slowly moved to a line of poetry that caught his eye.

Nineteen paths of heaven and earth, speak fair yet strangely uneven.

The human heart’s unpredictability, even the masters have their defeats.

Momentum like distant meteors, sound echoes as hail falls late.