288: Chapter 276 Divine dicine Erges (1/3) 288: Chapter 276 Divine dicine Erges (1/3) “Kid, dare you reveal your na?” Mao Yuheng, unwilling to play a supporting role, interrupted and shouted at Zhou Heng.
“Zhou Heng, co back!” Ying ngfan called from a distance.
As a very responsible “big girl,” having been without Zhou Heng’s company for so long, she naturally wanted to act coy.
“So, your na is Zhou Heng!” Mao Yuheng sneered, springing into action, “Next ti we et will be the ti of your demise!”
Zhou Heng’s heart sank, as his identity was inadvertently exposed by Ying ngfan.
He sneered, “Who told you to leave!” Unleashing the Swift Cloud Radiant Step, his figure flashed, and he had already closed the distance to Mao Yuheng.
His domain spread open, and countless golden fists imdiately burst forth.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Mao Yuheng was forcibly blasted back.
“Hmph!
You think this can stop this young master?” Mao Yuheng snorted coldly, raising his right hand that now held a talisman, which he fiercely burned, and his entire figure imdiately vanished without a trace.
Teleportation Talisman!
Zhou Heng had previously possessed a Shadow Evasion Talisman and was naturally familiar with such items.
Of course, it could also be a space artifact capable of containing living beings, but compared to the rarity of such treasures and a Teleportation Talisman, the likelihood of the latter was greater.
He escaped!
Indeed, coming from a well-established family, but the Teleportation Talisman cannot specify direction.
If Mao Yuheng were teleported to the third or even the second layer of Death Forest, that would indeed be interesting—absolutely a matter of life and death!
But considering the Death Forest is even larger than Bright Moon Country, even a mile-range teleportation would still be just a small step within the entire forest, making it impossible to reach the deeper areas.
Escaping yet acting as if he had won a great battle, truly shaless!
Zhou Heng turned his gaze toward Yu Xuangang, having a myriad of questions he wanted to ask, yet he didn’t know where to start.
What he most wanted to know was what exactly this so-called opportunity of becoming an immortal entailed, but would the other party tell him?
Or rather, did Yu Xuangang even have the qualifications to know?
He had a master, and perhaps, like Black Donkey, he only followed orders.
“Zhou Heng, today’s matter ends here.
In the future, when we vie for the Nine Suns Vitality Grass, or even the Immortal Fate, there will be another chance for us to fight!” Yu Xuangang was straightforward, taking out a Teleportation Talisman, tearing it, and disappearing imdiately.
Zhou Heng fell into deep thought.
After Black Donkey, another figure from the era of the Great Eternal Emperor had appeared—and they were a master and disciple pair too.
What exactly is this Immortal Fate?
Why would so many choose to seal themselves until now, rather than rely on their own efforts to make a breakthrough?
Is becoming an immortal that difficult?
Now that the Martial Path is in decline, even Divinity Transformation Realm experts are no longer seen.
What kind of Immortal Fate can such a world give rise to?
“Zhou Heng!” Ying ngfan ran over, glaring at Zhou Heng with angry eyes.
She was extrely dissatisfied that Zhou Heng had ignored her for so long, fully displaying the pouty behavior of a child.
Looking at her stunningly gorgeous deanor, Zhou Heng couldn’t help but feel his troubles lt away as he reached out and tousled her hair.
“Hey, stop that, don’t ss up the pretty hair!” Ying ngfan quickly dodged and pouted her cherry-red lips even higher.
Zhou Heng burst into laughter; her intelligence may not have increased, but having spent a lot of ti with Xiao Huoshui and the others, she knew more about beauty.
She would also spend half an hour getting dressed every morning.
The two continued their journey, and after about ten days, they finally crossed the outermost area of Death Forest and entered the fourth layer.
It was widely recognized that only Spirit Sea Realm experts were qualified to step into this fourth layer.
Without such an expert to protect them, it was extrely dangerous and could easily result in fatal consequences.
Zhou Heng did not dare to be careless at all, letting Ying ngfan stay in the Nine Mystic Trial Tower and walking alone in the forest.
His physique surpassed that of Mountains and Rivers tier magic artifacts.
In terms of physical strength alone, even Spirit Sea Realm experts could not compare with him, and he could handle any ergencies.
As long as there was ti to react, he could use the Swift Cloud Radiant Step to escape or enter the Nine Mystic Trial Tower.
This was the source of his courage to venture forth.
From here on, the air would occasionally carry drifting corrosive poison fog.
As the fog rolled over, even rocks would corrode, rendering everything a desolate black void of life.
But not everything was like this; so plants even thrived on this poisonous gas, growing tall and robust.
A few reached into the clouds, at least a thousand feet tall, utterly surpassing Zhou Heng’s expectations.
This was the poison tree, completely black, with nurous sharp spikes on its trunk, extrely hard, and Zhou Heng had to throw several punches to break them.
Most terrifyingly, these spikes had the ability to ignore defenses.
If one was accidentally scratched, they would imdiately pierce the skin, and the poison would surge in, instantly turning to blood water!
This effect of the spikes was only possible when they were attached to the living tree.
rely breaking off a branch would cause the spikes to imdiately shrivel, which was quite miraculous.
Otherwise, if everyone wielded a poison “whip,” the whole world would beco chaotic.
From here on, every step was like walking through thorns; Zhou Heng had to be extrely careful, not daring to let the poisonous thorns touch him.
In order to reach the growing site of the Nine Suns Vitality Grass as quickly as possible, Zhou Heng traveled day and night.
He hadn’t entered the Nine Mystic Trial Tower again and was already far behind in ti.
The Nine Suns Vitality Grass was a secondary concern; he absolutely could not let Han Yulian fall into Ying Cheng’en’s hands.
After another ten days, he was finally not far from discovering the location of the Nine Suns Vitality Grass.
The Nine Suns Vitality Grass should be within this area of two thousand square miles.
To mortals, this area was vast, but for high-tier Martial Artists, searching inch by inch wouldn’t take too long.
The key was that the Nine Suns Vitality Grass could burrow and run, which ant adding another thousand miles of underground space to search—this was not going to be easy.
The most troubleso aspect was its ability to burrow a thousand miles underground.
This was the fourth layer of the Death Forest, where every stone and soil concealed trendous deadly traps— who would dare to dig three feet into the ground to look for it?
Moreover, with Earth Fire bursting from a thousand miles underground, even a Nascent Soul Realm Old Ancestor would frown!
In that case, it was better to wait for the Divine dicine to fall into the net itself!
If it appeared once, it would surely appear a second and third ti!
Spirit Grasses possessed a lifespan far exceeding those of Divinity Transformation Realm Experts.
When it ca to battle power, they were truly inferior even to ordinary mortals.
By simply waiting for the rabbit, one could capture it easily!
Zhou Heng connected with the Black Sword in his Dantian, hoping to receive guidance from this Divine Sword.
Under his relentless efforts, the Black Sword finally moved slightly, but the Broken Blade pointed east at one mont, west the next, and then diagonally towards the ground, like a broken compass, completely erratic.
It wasn’t that the Black Sword was malfunctioning, but perhaps there were too many treasures similar to the Nine Suns Vitality Grass in this place, causing it to point in different directions!
At this rate, the Black Sword was unreliable.
Zhou Heng walked idly without any particular direction.
He walked slowly and although he saw no one, he had already sensed several powerful presences.
Within this area, hidden dragons and crouching tigers abounded.
The terrain here was extrely complex, featuring high mountains, canyons, and creeks.
Everything was black, completely corroded by the poison fog, and the soil emitted an unpleasant sll.
Although the toxicity in this gas could not compare with the floating, swirling poison fog, it was full of potent poison.
Even ordinary Mountains and Rivers Realm Martial Artists did not dare to underestimate it and had to form defenses with their Spiritual Power to prevent the invasion of toxins.
It was manageable for a short ti, but over ti it was a great burden.
This was why only Spiritual Sea Realm Experts were qualified to enter.
Zhou Heng did not wander around arbitrarily.
Since the Nine Suns Vitality Grass could run on its own, searching aimlessly was pointless.
It was better to observe from the sidelines.
If the Divine dicine appeared, soone would surely obtain it, and then an intense battle of dragons and tigers would be inevitable!
If there was a chance to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat, he wouldn’t mind seizing the Divine dicine and then hiding inside the Nine Mystic Trial Tower.
One day, two days, three days, ti quietly passed.
During this period, conflicts of various scales continuously erupted, but each ti Zhou Heng arrived, it turned out to be insignificant people fighting over trivial matters, not the ergence of Divine dicine.
“Who’s there, co out!”
One day, as he sat ditating in a cave, suddenly a cold voice ca through.
The cave was shallow.
Zhou Heng opened his eyes and looked outside, only to see a man standing on a stone pillar, clad in black.
However, what was strange to Zhou Heng was that this man’s ears were unusually pointed and long like a rabbit’s, standing erect, and his eyes were bright purple.
This was…
a mber of the Night Demon Clan!
The man was exceedingly tall.
Zhou Heng was already considered tall, but this Alien Race individual was at least a head taller than him, making it unclear whether this was an exception or if mbers of the Alien Races tended to be taller.
“Are you of the Night Demon Clan?” Zhou Heng stepped out boldly, and the other was the sa Mountains and Rivers Realm as him, but his body exuded an extrely powerful aura, no less powerful than Mao Yuheng or Yu Xuangang.
Such geniuses usually erged once in a billion, but this ti the Nine Suns Vitality Grass had created a vast attraction, drawing countless geniuses here, making prodigies as common as cabbages.
“Weak humans!” The Alien Race individual snorted coldly, his right hand flicked, and he already held a razor-sharp ring, “I am Tuoluo Naxiong, your killer!”
Humans and the Night Demon Clan were sworn enemies, a conflict between races, not personal grudges, but even more difficult to resolve than personal grievances.
Thousands of years of conflict had left nothing but bloodshed between them, and there was no possibility of peaceful coexistence.
—Unless another Great Eternal Emperor appeared, who could suppress all races and forcefully integrate them.
“Zhou Heng!” Zhou Heng also declared his na, his right fist shook, and purple flas blazed.
“Eh?” Tuoluo Naxiong’s face changed, his gaze tightly fixed on Zhou Heng’s right hand, his expression indescribably strange.
“Hey, are we fighting or not?” Zhou Heng laughed.
He was born in Origin Stone Town and only recently found out that the world contained Heavenly Demon Clan, Night Demon Clan, and other Alien Races; to speak of enmity was really not applicable.
Just as Tuoluo Naxiong was about to speak, boom, the ground suddenly trembled violently, and a voice rang out in the distance.
“The Divine dicine has appeared!” (To be continued.
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