Chapter Fourteen: Xian Yuan Force

  After escaping from the city, Ding Yan traveled eastward all the way, trying to use the terrain to shake off the loose immortal behind him.

  However, what he didn't expect was that the surname Hu's loose immortal, like a maggot in his heel bone, no matter what means he used, would eventually be caught up by the other party, and even several times, it seemed that his life was lost at the hands of the other party.

  Two days later.

  In the Eastern Domain, a remote and free city, an astonishing aura approached from afar and hovered above the city, transforming into a person - the middle-aged man with the surname Hua from the Huashen Gate.

  In the Eastern Domain, there are tens of thousands of cities and a population of tens of billions. However, the number of Loose Immortals is less than a thousand. Each Loose Immortal is a renowned figure, even the weakest among them can possess nearly ten cities. As for the cities without a Loose Immortal in residence, apart from those controlled by sects, the remaining ones are referred to as Free Cities.

  The appearance of an immortal caused a stir among the people in the city.

  In the city, Ding Yan's face was slightly pale, his right hand supported on his chest, and he coughed twice.

  After fleeing for several days, Ding Yan passed through nearly a dozen cities. Several times he narrowly escaped being caught by that old man. If it weren't for his past experiences and lessons learned, he would have already been captured and had his soul extracted by the middle-aged man with the eagle eyes. However, despite this, Ding Yan still suffered serious injuries. If he didn't find a place to recover in time, it might affect his future cultivation.

  A middle-aged man with the surname Hua stood in mid-air, his powerful divine sense sweeping over the entire city without any restraint.

  This is a Loose Immortal!

  No need to be concerned, for they are lofty existences, ordinary monks, in their eyes, are just ants.

  "Immortal?"

  "It's actually an immortal..."

  "I don't know why this gentleman has come."

  The city's scholars were shocked.

  Ding Yan felt that wild divine sense sweeping past again behind a hutong, and he coughed twice.

  "Who would have thought that after becoming a loose immortal, one's spiritual consciousness would transform into an immortal consciousness... This time, I miscalculated..." A glimmer of light flickered in Ding Yan's eyes.

  Originally, according to Ding Yan's estimation, a loose immortal who had not crossed the tribulation of thunder would have strength similar to that of a foundation-building cultivator. Based on his own experience and knowledge, it should not be difficult to get rid of him. However, he never expected that in this world, after becoming a loose immortal, one's spiritual consciousness would undergo a transformation, changing into a celestial consciousness!

  A slight mistake almost cost Ding Yan his life!

  "I still underestimated this world's cultivators, I didn't think that I would actually be forced to use the Turtle Breathing Technique..."

  The Turtle Breathing Technique is a divine ability that Ding Yan cultivated in his past life. This technique cannot be used to fight against enemies or escape, but rather as a means to heal injuries and slow down the depletion of one's lifespan. After using the Turtle Breathing Technique, the cultivator's consciousness will infinitely weaken, causing them to enter a state of apparent death.

  In Ding Yan's memory, the people who learned this divine art were basically those old monsters whose lifespan was about to end. Those old monsters, due to their limited remaining lifespan, generally stayed in a dormant state and only appeared when their sect encountered a great calamity or a major opportunity arose. This is also why many powerful sects had old monsters that lived for over 5,000 to 6,000 years.

  However, the Turtle Breathing Technique that Ding Yan is currently using has not put himself in a state of suspended animation, but rather weakened his cultivation and life fluctuations to an unlimited extent, reaching a level close to that of ordinary people.

  With the help of this city's dense population, Ding Yan believed that the old man with the surname Hua would absolutely not sense his existence.

  In mid-air, a middle-aged man with the surname Hua withdrew his divine consciousness and furrowed his brow in silence.

  The two-day pursuit, Ding Yan gave him too many surprises, several must-kill moves, were actually all escaped by the opponent. Especially from yesterday, his sense of Ding Yan became weaker and weaker, until now, he couldn't feel any trace of the opponent at all.

  "That little brat must have discovered some ancient immortal ruins and gained a lot of benefits from it! He can even evade my immortal sense." As he thought this, a hint of sinister light flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man with the surname Hua.

  "In that case..."

  After a moment of hesitation, the middle-aged man with the surname Hu seemed to have made some kind of decision. He reached into his sleeve and slowly pulled out an object.

  It was a semi-transparent water droplet. Held in the hand, it was about the size of an infant's fist, and a breathtaking aura emanated from within.

  "Aren't you fond of hiding? Then I'll destroy this entire city together, and see if you choose death or come out yourself!" The middle-aged man with the surname Hua spoke directly, and directly crushed the semi-transparent water droplet in his hand.

  Suddenly, a terrifying aura burst into the sky.

  A middle-aged man with the surname Hua, his whole body exuded a thick and intense aura of immortal spirit, a terrifying breath that shocked people's souls. In this instant, the middle-aged man surnamed Hua seemed to have achieved immortality, his whole body revealing a terrifying aura.

  "Xian Yuan Power! That loose immortal actually used Xian Yuan Power..."

  "Xianyuan power, it's said that even a loose immortal may not be able to refine it! Only those who understand the special techniques of a loose immortal can spend ten years of effort to refine just one grain, and he actually used it like this!"

  Among the crowd, there were some who had a discerning eye and immediately recognized the origin of the semi-transparent water droplet in the hand of the middle-aged man with the surname Hua.

  "What is he going to do?!"

  Some alert monks sensed something was amiss and immediately turned around and ran towards the city's outskirts.

  "He's going to destroy the city... Run quickly!!"

  "Who exactly provoked this noble... damn it!"

  ......

  Ding Yan hiding in the corner may not understand what Xian Yuan Li is, but looking at everyone's reaction, he also understood roughly.

  Looking at the middle-aged man with the surname Hua floating in mid-air like an immortal, Ding Yan's eyes revealed a deep shock.

  "Is this the method of a Scattered Immortal?! This is something that a cultivator can't even accomplish..."

  A middle-aged man with the surname Hua stood in mid-air, feeling the surging power within him. With a hint of intoxication, he said, "What a pity that the Sect Master gave me this single grain of Sacred Origin... But as long as I can catch that little brat, it'll be worth it. The ancient ruins, who knows what that little brat obtained from them..."

  Repeatedly escaped from Ding Yan's hands, Huaxing had already confirmed his conjecture in his middle age.

  It's absolutely an ancient relic, otherwise, a Qi-refining cultivator would never be able to escape from his own hands.

  If Ding Yan knew about Hua's middle-aged guess, I don't know what he would think.

  A middle-aged man with the surname Hua stood in mid-air, his right hand stretched out and his fingers formed a palm, gently pressing down.

  BOOM!!

  A huge palm print suddenly appeared on top of the solid city wall, with flying gravel.

  Genius Power!

  The power of the immortal in legend.

  Whether there are immortals in this world, Ding Yan doesn't know. Even if he had seen them in his past life, he hadn't. As for the legend of immortals, Ding Yan only read about it in some ancient books. The hidden place where he fell was also something he found from a damaged ancient book.

  The Xian Yuan force in the middle-aged man's hand was clearly not refined by a celestial being.

  Due to the power within, it is somewhat mixed and although it has a small portion of Xian Yuan, there is still a large amount of Yuan force mixed in, which is also why that Xian Yuan force is not pure but semi-transparent.

  In fact, it is indeed so.

  The Xianyuan force in the hands of a middle-aged man with the surname Hua was extracted from the extraterrestrial void by the Taishang Elder of Huashenmen. The cultivation of that Taishang Elder of Huashenmen is the same as that of the elder who lives in seclusion in Lianhuagu, both are Transcendent Immortals who have gone through a Tribulation of Scattered Immortals once.

  But even so, the nature of Xianyuan's power will not change.

  The strength of a middle-aged man with the surname Hua was raised by this immortal coin to an infinite height close to that of a scattered immortal.

  Of course, the power of Xianyuan is not omnipotent. The enhancement of power is only temporary. After a short period of time, like the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, this power will disappear into thin air. Moreover, the middle-aged man with the surname Hua will also enter a short period of weakness due to using Xianyuan.

  BOOM!!

  Another slap.

  A middle-aged man with the surname Hua slapped the city gate and exploded it, causing more than half of the city wall to collapse. Many residents who were cultivating underground were directly shocked to death. Those scattered cultivators who took advantage of the chaos to escape outside the city were almost without exception, all blown up by a slap from the middle-aged man with the surname Hua.

  The strength of the loose immortal was not enough to destroy a city, and if the middle-aged man with the surname Hua had not used his Xianyuan power, perhaps many cultivators would have taken advantage of the chaos to escape. In this situation, as a loose immortal, the middle-aged man with the surname Hua also did not dare guarantee that Ding Yan would not escape from under his nose.

  To be on the safe side, and also for Ding Yan's divine magic, the middle-aged man with the surname Hua directly used his Xianyuan power, preparing to slaughter everyone in the city, leaving no one behind!

  The ground shook and the bluestone rose up.

  The city was filled with fear and despair.

  Scattered immortals, high up above, even if they want to fight desperately, there is no way to start.

  "Is this the survival rule of this world?" Ding Yan said quietly, looking at the Xianmen dispersing in the sky.