Chapter 64: The Revival of Demonic Energy

  "Run fast! This forest is terrifying!"

  Yang Yu and Wu Lao were so frightened that their faces turned pale, their eyes filled with a terrified expression, they didn't even dare to turn their heads back, exerting their greatest magical powers, they fled on their swords.

  At this moment, a cold and gloomy aura suddenly emanated from the depths of the nameless forest, spreading in all directions.

  Even from afar, one can still feel a faint and slowly reviving aura of magic...

  Yang Fan's perception was extremely strong, and although he had not seen it with his own eyes, he judged a general result from the two miserable cries and the situation of Yang Yu's escape.

  At this moment, that inexplicable and terrifying aura of magic slowly revived, making his heart skip a beat.

  Two cultivators in the Condensation stage were killed without any resistance, let alone him, a small Qi Refining stage cultivator.

  "Run away..."

  Yang Fan couldn't care about anything else, his body leaped up and flew away, stepping on the dense branches of the trees like a strong wind, fleeing towards the outside of the nameless forest. Although he could also barely control the flying sword, the speed was much slower than this rapid run.

  In this process, Yang Fan felt as if there was a pair of eyes in the dark, coldly gazing down at him.

  He had a few parts of fear in his heart, but he hadn't lost his rationality. There must be some forbidden existence in this quiet forest, but at ordinary times, as long as you don't enter the central area, you won't suffer from poisoning.

  However, with the revival of that eerie devilish energy, Yang Fan did not dare to make such a determination, and escaped from this nameless forest at the fastest speed.

  As soon as he left the dark forest, Yang Fan felt that the cold and gloomy aura surrounding his body had dissipated by more than half.

  "This nameless dark forest is mostly a forbidden place, it's not suitable to stay for long. I reckon those people from the Yang family in Kyoto were scared out of their wits and won't dare return for a while."

  Yang Fan sometimes ran and sometimes flew with his sword, shuttling through the complex terrain of the deep mountains and forests, trying to pull away from that nameless dark forest.

  On flat or hilly ground, it runs at high speed, only taking to the air when confronted by a stream or precipice.

  Yang Fan was very cautious and tried not to fly in the air as much as possible, so as not to attract attention.

  After rushing for several hours in a row, even with Yang Fan's recovery ability, he was slightly exhausted. He casually found a cave and rested on the spot.

  "I have now opened a distance of several hundred miles with that nameless desolate forest, and this place is also extremely remote, so I shouldn't encounter the Yang family from Kyoto again."

  Yang Fan's mind was greatly settled, he sat cross-legged, and his brain began to think about the matter of that "Nameless Secluded Forest".

  "Why is there such a forbidden place in the deep mountains and valleys of Xiuyuge, but I have never heard of it?"

  Yang Fan was very puzzled in his heart.

  He didn't know about this taboo, which is still understandable, but even the young master of the Yang family in Kyoto and several cultivators at the Condensing Spirit stage were completely unaware of it, which was a bit strange.

  After a moment of contemplation, Yang Fan took out the small black book from the "Xianhong Space" through the "Xianhong Ring" on his hand.

  "Jiuyou Mojing: Front Volume"

  Yang Fan's eyes flickered uncertainly, staring at the ancient book in his hand, and thinking back to that terrifying "Nameless Ghost Forest", his heart was filled with even more layers of doubt.

  When he escaped from "Nameless Ghost Forest", he had felt a reviving horror aura, which made people's hair stand on end.

  And this rare ancient book records a set of magical powers that are unparalleled and domineering.

  Maybe there is some connection between them.

  At the same time, another thought sprouted in Yang Fan's mind: "Since I have this powerful magic skill in my hands, can I try to cultivate it..."

  "Xian Hong Jue" is infinitely profound and vast, with a name that defies the heavens, but it lacks an attacking divine ability.

  In a sense, it is like an auxiliary method that does not advocate fighting and attacking, and even classifies such spells as heresy.

  "'Xian Hong Jue' can make me live forever, youthful and beautiful, with a lifespan that is even twice that of a cultivator of the same rank. However, this technique does not possess powerful attacking divine abilities..."

  Yang Fan's face gradually became more serious, his eyes scanning around him, but he didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

  He then set up some simple and obscure prohibitions beside the cave.

  Then, Yang Fan carefully opened the first page of the black secret book, his divine sense immersed in it, and in an instant, he felt another dark and profound space, countless flashing symbols and flames, making his heart tremble with fear, bearing unimaginable pressure.

  At the same time, the intangible and profound meaning of his skills kept swirling in his mind.

  In this black secret book, there is actually no formalized formula or incantation for the technique, which has a similar yet different effect as the Xian Hong Quan.

  As a result, it can only be passed down in the form of a solitary copy and is difficult to reproduce.

  After a moment of contemplation, Yang Fan only felt that his mental energy was greatly consumed, and he had only grasped some superficial aspects of this magical dao technique.

  "It seems that with my current cultivation level, I still slightly lack understanding of this technique."

  Yang Fan regained his composure and temporarily gave up on comprehending the Nine Underworlds Devil Scripture.

  The devilish way of cultivation is different from the orthodox way, it requires gradual progress and refinement, but the method of cultivation is quite perilous and sinister, if one's mind wanders for a moment, they may fall onto an irreversible path.

  After resting for a while, Yang Fan's magical power and mental state both recovered to their peak.

  He didn't stay put, he targeted a direction and embarked on an endless long journey.

  To be on the safe side, Yang Fan tried not to fly with his sword and instead walked and ran on foot, shuttling through one treacherous area after another, hoping to leave this poor mountain and evil water behind and return to Wuliuyi Town as soon as possible.

  Of course, on this perilous journey, Yang Fan also discovered some spiritual herbs and medicinal materials, with a considerable harvest.

  Through practice and discernment, his medical knowledge and experience also increased a bit.

  This way, Yang Fan's journey, from dull and tasteless to interesting and exciting, even the thought of going home was no longer so strong.

  After traveling for two or three days, Yang Fan had killed several low-level demon beasts and obtained a few rare and precious herbs, as well as some ordinary medicinal materials.

  At last, on the fourth day, at sunset, he followed a small stream and found wisps of smoke rising.

  A small village isolated from the world appeared in his line of sight.

  Yang Fan let out a gentle sigh, his face showing relief: "After traveling for many days, enduring hardships and difficulties, we've finally seen some human habitation..."

  ……

  On the other hand, in the Kyoto Yang family pursuit action, the only two remaining condensing period masters, Yang Yu and Wu Lao, also returned to the vicinity of Xiuyutang.

  After leaving the nameless forest for half a day, they plucked up their courage and returned, taking a distant glance.

  As a result, they could feel the surging evil aura in that nameless and desolate forest from afar.

  And this demonic energy is still rising continuously, within a hundred miles, birds and beasts have disappeared, even the demons have escaped far away.

  Yang Yu and Wu Lao waited for another half day at Xiuyuge.

  At a certain moment, a green light flashed across the sky and descended upon a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a gentle face.

  "Mr. Xu, you've finally dared to come over!"

  Yang Yu's face lit up with joy, and Wu Lao also hastily paid his respects to the middle-aged Confucian scholar, his expression quite respectful.

  This middle-aged Confucian scholar was the Mr. Xu who accompanied Yang Yu to the Yang family's southern neighbor that day. On that day, Mr. Xu showed a slightly cold and icy demeanor in Yang Fan's separate courtyard, also probing the reality of Yang Fan's scattered skills.

  "What exactly happened? I see you two are quite disheveled and your emotions haven't stabilized yet..."

  Mr. Xu sat down and said indifferently.

  "It's like this..."

  Yang Yu didn't dare to hide it and roughly told what had happened.

  "For a Qi-refining stage junior monk, you've actually mobilized such manpower? And even sacrificed two Condensing-stage monks."

  Mr. Xü's face was solemn, and then he said in a low voice: "How did those two cultivators at the Condensing Spirit stage die? Don't be vague."

  "He... they fell when entering that eerie deep forest, died with a miserable cry, and since then there has been no sound at all."

  Yang Yu said in a low voice.

  "Strange forest?" Mr. Xu's expression changed slightly, and he asked: "Is that forest the one in the deep valley of 'Xiuyuge' in the north of the abyss?"

  "Yes... Mr. Xu, how did you know?"

  Yang Yu's face was full of surprise.

  "It's actually there..."

  Mr. Xu's expression changed dramatically, and he suddenly stood up, with a few threads of sternness and shock in his eyes.

  Yang Yu and Wu Lao felt the severity of the situation when they saw Mr. Xu's big reaction.

  "Mr. Xu, what kind of existence is that nameless and desolate forest?"

  Yang Yu asked cautiously.

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