Chapter 1205: Chapter 1205: Senior, Please Mind Yourself!

Rain, suddenly descending, fell on the Thirteenth Spine, unrelated to Ning Fan, but due to the weather of the Spine.

This was no ordinary rain; more accurately, it resembled the ant acid secreted by ants. Were it common acid rain, Ning Fan wouldn’t fear it, but this particular rain was secreted by the Ant Lord’s spine world, making Ning Fan, despite his strong physical defense, reluctant to subject himself to the rain, opting instead to walk under a mystical umbrella.

The umbrella was previously claimed by Ning Fan from the Light Ant fusion Quasi-Saint he vanquished, a Sky-Dueling Jade Umbrella of innate mid-grade level, enhancing the holder’s attack and defense, also a rare Rain Master Title instrument.

Held in hand, the umbrella exuded a gentle Rain Intent; opened, threads of Immortal Light formed countless silken strands, enveloping Ning Fan, allowing not a drop of the Thirteenth Spine’s drizzle to touch him.

Wielding the umbrella, Ning Fan traversed the drizzle alone, his pace seemingly leisurely, yet his form flitted like a phantom over the flesh world’s terrain.

He seemed to be searching for something within the Thirteenth Spine, occasionally pausing, extracting a mud-spattered scroll map from his storage pouch, studying it meticulously, before stowing the map away and continuing his journey.

To question why Ning Fan was alone searching within the Thirteenth Spine? The matter, though ponderous, was long-winded.

Slime Monster was exhausted; she brewed fourteen hundred bowls of Ant Species Soup for Ning Fan, greatly depleting her Heart Spirit. Consequently, though she sought Ning Fan’s aid, she merely tossed him a map of the Thirteenth Spine, leaving him like a carefree shopkeeper, retreating to slumber in Ning Fan’s Xuan Yin Treasure.

Ancestor Leize was quite the burden; despite being a Title Quasi-Saint, he was of little use, instead gravely injured, struggling to move. Ancestor Leize resigned himself, conceding he was ill-equipped to protect Ning Fan, requiring Ning Fan’s protection instead... So he nestled back into his Wind Master’s Pocket to recuperate, handing the Wind Pouch to Ning Fan, signaling for Ning Fan to carry the pouch along, conserving his strength... Naturally, loaning the pouch temporarily to Ning Fan was permissible.

Very well! Let everyone rest, the Ning Fan squad disperses accordingly... Ning Fan even withdrew Aflo and others to rest in the Xuan Yin Treasure, single-handedly aiding Slime Monster in pilfering Karma suffices.

Ning Fan commenced solitary action, seeking the Fourteenth Spine— namely, the entrance to the Fourteenth Layer of the Abyss. Aided by Slime Monster’s map, Ning Fan arrived at his destination after half an hour.

In sight, a Four-Finger Peak covered in talisman paper pierced the clouds; according to the map’s introduction, beneath this peak, the entrance to the Fourteenth Layer was sealed.

From afar, the Four-Finger Peak resembled a bird’s claw, its peak shrouded in Immortal mist, phantom cranes drifting mysteriously.

"Little Niba mentioned the Karma she’s pilfering resides in the Fifteenth Layer... Starting from the Thirteenth Layer, to descend further requires overcoming each layer’s sealed True Spirit..."

Ning Fan, wary internally, approached the Four-Finger Peak step by step, umbrella in hand; upon reaching within a thousand zhang distance of the peak, a beam of Divine Light surged skyward from the peak, morphing into a massive shadow of a Wind Bird, its gaze coldly overlooking the tiny grain-sized Ning Fan below— albeit relative to its grand stature.

This Wind Bird, though possessing Semi-Saint cultivation power, was not a living creature, yet its imposing presence felt nearly equal to a First-Stage Quasi-Saint of the Decline. According to Slime Monster, this Semi-Saint Wind Bird was once a formidable hybrid demon of the Real Realms, offending the All-Knowing Elder, consequently slain by him, its True Spirit refined as the mountain spirit sealing this domain.

"Ant! Begone! The Fourteenth Layer is beyond your reach!" Alas, this Wind Bird had quite the temper, beginning with mockery, deeming Ning Fan a mere ant and commanding his departure.

Ning Fan chuckled softly, envisioning the Wind Bird’s demise cause. This wretched being likely underestimated the All-Knowing Elder’s Nascent Soul cultivator status during their encounter, mocking him, thus meeting its end... A pitiful bird must possess its contemptible traits, the ancients truly did not deceive.

"Refuse to leave, face death! Primordial Yin Wind, advance!"

Enraged by Ning Fan’s disregard, the Semi-Saint Wind Bird spewed forth rolling Yin Wind; renowned within the Real Realms, even Quasi-Saints typically evade it, an error-prone First Order Quasi-Saint could be swept up, injured by it, indeed tremendously formidable.

What keen eyes Ning Fan possessed, recognizing the wind’s peril instantly! Embedded within this Yin Wind, innumerable transparent runes flickered intermittently, possessing boundless suction; even Ning Fan’s prowess slightly faltered, nearly being captured by the Yin Wind.

Such familiar wind, akin to the wind surrounding Yin Mu... Ning Fan, dominating over Yin Mu within the Mirage realm for half a month, was thoroughly acquainted with the wind’s essence.

Should the wind seize him, Ning Fan possessed confidence in survival, yet struggled to avoid injury by the wind, which would indeed be undesirable.

"Ha! Though Ancestor Leize proves futile in endeavors, his Wind Pouch retains utility..."

Ancestor Leize, lent of the Wind Master’s Pocket to Ning Fan, Ning Fan, naturally, wouldn’t leave this treasure idle, now confronting the Wind Bird, precisely the moment for Wind Master’s Pocket to shine.

Thus, Ning Fan, umbrella in one hand, nonchalantly opened the Wind Master’s Pocket with the other, absorbing all the wind expelled by the Wind Bird, overcoming one thing with another, true indeed, regardless of the Wind Bird’s formidable skills, it failed to harm Ning Fan with wind techniques.

"Impossible! What is this pocket, how could it be so potent! Primordial Yin Wind, arise again!"

More of the Primordial Yin Wind spewed forth!

Subsequently... absorbed completely by Ning Fan once more!

"Once more! Primordial Yin Wind! Tenfold speed!"

"Again! Primordial Yin Wind! Hundredfold speed!"

"This cannot be real! Primordial Yin Wind! Primordial Yin Wind! Primordial Yin Wind! Thousandfold speed!"

The Wind Bird, uncertain of how many times it attacked Ning Fan, refused to admit, yet had to acknowledge, its Yin Wind truly couldn’t harm Ning Fan in the slightest! It... was utterly defeated without a fight!

"Irritating little fellow! You... have won! You are qualified to enter the Fourteenth Layer!" The Wind Bird dared not continue battling Ning Fan, half its Primordial Yin Wind had been absorbed by Ning Fan, inexplicably unable to be reclaimed, all becoming Ning Fan’s spoils, profoundly exasperating!

However... it only knew the Primordial Yin Wind technique, countered by one technique, it could do nothing against Ning Fan, grudgingly admitting defeat!

"Thanks for the concession."

Seeing the opponent yielding passage genuinely, Ning Fan, too, relished the ease. Concerning the absorbed Primordial Yin Wind, he felt indifferent. A wind cultivator, he was not? What use had he for wind? It was harvested using Ancestor Leize’s Wind Pouch; gifting it back to Ancestor Leize sufficed, treating it as interest for borrowing the treasure.

With the Wind Bird’s surrender, the Four-Finger Peak moved aside on its own, revealing the sealed pathway beneath.

Ning Fan traversed along the passageway, quickly arriving at the Fourteenth Layer of the Abyss.

At the same time, Ancestor Leize, who was healing in the Wind Pouch World, suddenly rejoiced!

"This is... This is actually the Primordial Yin Wind! I just lent the pouch to Younger Brother Ning for a little while, and he managed to suck in so much Primordial Yin Wind! Such a terrifying amount! If I can swallow all this Yin Wind, not only will my injuries heal as a titled Wind cultivator, but my cultivation will also greatly progress! A lucky star indeed! Younger Brother Ning is truly my lucky star! I’ve been stuck at a bottleneck for millions of years without any progress! Younger Brother Ning, you’re truly a good person!"

...

Fu Suchen seemed to have reached some kind of deal with the Light Ant Clan, and eventually, under the guidance of a Light Ant Clan warrior, he arrived at the entrance to the Thirteenth Spine, crossed the Bloodline Gate, and entered the Flesh World of the Thirteenth Spine.

Along with him came the Puppet Immortal Stone that Fu Suchen brought, holding a huge oil-paper umbrella magical treasure to shield Fu Suchen from the rain. The acid rain here was too corrosive, and he dared not let Fu Suchen get hurt; otherwise, he would be punished.

The Immortal Stone was furious! He was a high-ranking puppet of the Water Sect, able to hold an umbrella for the little Daoist, but unwilling to work for the Light Ant Clan! Why should he help the Light Ant Clan catch thieves! Even if it was to retrieve the Sky-Dueling Jade Umbrella, he was still discontented!

"Little Daoist! Why did you compromise with the Light Ant Clan! They went too far! It’s already frustrating that we have to work for them, and they still don’t trust us! They actually used a secret technique to split half of your Spirit as collateral! That’s your Spirit, how could it be shared lightly!" the Immortal Stone said furiously.

"Hmph! Without such a compromise, how could I gain their trust to enter this place and search for the whereabouts of the Sky-Dueling Jade Umbrella! Master has always said that the Thirteenth Layer of the Earth Abyss is a forbidden zone for the Light Ant Clan. Not to mention outsiders like us, even their own clan members face great restrictions entering this place. You and I are just outsiders, it’s not surprising that they left a precaution. I just didn’t expect they would dare to take half of my Spirit as collateral, that’s simply outrageous! If the Light Ant Clan wasn’t so strong, I would definitely settle this score with them! Speaking of which, I’m more interested in their secret technique of splitting the Spirit, to be able to split half of my Spirit without harming it, it must be a secret technique of the Real Realms..." Fu Suchen’s face was somewhat pale, and his expression was a bit cold.

Having had half of his Spirit split and held by the Light Ant Clan as a hostage, even though he wasn’t harmed, his aura was still somewhat weak, and he harbored a trace of resentment toward the Light Ant Clan, hidden in his heart.

"Sigh, let’s not talk about this matter, let’s think about how to catch that little thief. Who knows where the little thief who stole the Sky-Dueling Jade Umbrella is hiding in the Thirteenth Layer. Little Daoist, why don’t you take out the marking compass of the Sky-Dueling Jade Umbrella and check the location of the umbrella?" said the Immortal Stone.

"Hm, I was just about to do that."

Fu Suchen forced himself to endure the feeling of weakness and took out the golden compass to confirm the location of the Sky-Dueling Jade Umbrella.

Upon seeing the green light dot on the compass, Fu Suchen showed a satisfied smile. It seemed the words of the Light Ant Clan women were true, the Sky-Dueling Jade Umbrella was indeed in this place!

But immediately, Fu Suchen couldn’t smile anymore!

The green light dot on the compass suddenly moved! According to the compass’s indication, it was moving towards an even lower layer of the Earth Abyss!

"Damn it! That thief slipped to the Fourteenth Layer! Little Daoist, what do we do now! The Light Ant Clan’s damned women only permitted us to enter the Thirteenth Layer and strictly forbid us from entering the Fourteenth Layer! Otherwise, they would harm the half of your Spirit..." The Immortal Stone was very anxious!

"What’s there to fear! I have a secret treasure to conceal the heavens, you don’t say, I don’t say, who would know we’ve been to the lower layer! Moreover, this Thirteenth Layer seems to naturally have the divine effect of concealing the heavens, making it even more convenient for us to act! Master has always been very interested in the secrets of the Light Ant Clan, if we can sneak into the Fourteenth Layer to peek at the Light Ant Clan’s great secrets, Master will definitely reward us greatly when we return!" Fu Suchen sneered, not taking his promise to the Light Ant Clan to heart at all.

"Hahaha! Let’s do it! We’ll secretly sneak into the Fourteenth Layer to spy on the Light Ant Clan’s secrets!" The Immortal Stone was extremely excited upon hearing that he could retaliate against the Light Ant Clan.

"Wrong, it’s not us, it’s you going alone into the Fourteenth Layer! The Fourteenth Layer is full of unknown dangers, my cultivation is not high to begin with, and I have temporarily lost half of my Spirit. If I recklessly venture into such a perilous place, do you think you can bear the consequences if something goes wrong?" Fu Suchen said coldly.

"This... fine, once we reach the entrance to the Fourteenth Layer, Little Daoist will stay in place, and this old man will go alone into the Fourteenth Layer to catch the little thief." The Immortal Stone’s face was somewhat unpleasant, but he still smiled to Fu Suchen. A dignified Quasi-Saint, having to live like this, was really frustrating.

With the compass to guide them, the two quickly arrived at Four-Finger Peak.

Looking at Four-Finger Peak with its Immortal aura soaring to the sky, beautifully magnificent, the Immortal Stone was instantly inspired to compose a poem, "What a mountain! What a Four-Finger Immortal Mountain! In this mood and scene, I want to recite a poem!"

"What a Four-Finger Mountain,

Damn it, it’s really nice!

The Immortal lives on the mountain,

I’ll sit here for a while too.

The moonlight before the bed,

I drink rice soup.

Drank a big bowl,

Pissed my pants at night!"

"Hahahahaha! How delightful! How delightful! Little Daoist! How’s my poem!"

"This poem seems a bit... a bit..." Fu Suchen was unsure how to comment when suddenly the Divine Light from Four-Finger Peak surged, and a phantom giant bird appeared in the clouds, immediately narrowing his eyes.

"Hmph! Stop playing! To think there is a Mountain Spirit guarding the entrance to the Fourteenth Layer, a Wind Bird? It’s really a rare demon species, and it seems to have once cultivated into a True Spirit, but unfortunately, it’s only a Semi-Saint cultivation, not worth mentioning! Senior Immortal Stone, it’s up to you! I’ll give you one incense stick’s time, take down this bird!" Fu Suchen said coldly.

"Piece of cake! A mere Semi-Saint dares block the way, it’s truly seeking death! Hmph! Let me show you the might of Grandpa Immortal Stone!"

Seeing the enemy appear, the Immortal Stone instantly lost his poetic inspiration, handed the big oil umbrella to Fu Suchen, and then resumed his usual haughty bearing, with one big gesture, a blue stone giant sword appeared in his hand. Carrying the giant sword, he flew into the sky, braving the pouring rainstorm, ready to behead this Wind Bird.

The Immortal Stone’s physical defense was truly terrifying! The Ant Lord’s acid rain was extremely corrosive, even Ning Fan would have to be wary of it, but he didn’t fear it at all, withstanding the acid rain with his physical body, unharmed, truly remarkable!

Logically speaking, with his extraordinary strength to deal with a Semi-Saint Wind Bird, he should have a significant advantage. But one must not forget, this Wind Bird isn’t just any First-Stage Quasi-Saint but a Real Realms Quasi-Saint! The bird’s strength cannot be measured by the standards of the Era of Decline but must be considered by the standards of the same era as the Ancient Chaos Grand Emperor! The Immortal Stone had still underestimated it!

In that era, Immortal Emperors and Semi-Saints were not necessarily weak, defeating Ancient Great Cultivators was entirely possible!

"A mere Stone Puppet dares act presumptuously! Do you think you can checkmate me like that pocket kid before! Do you think you can withstand the Primordial Yin Wind of this Demon Immortal!"

Primordial Yin Wind, at thousand-fold speed, arise!

With the lesson from Ning Fan, this time the Wind Bird unleashed its strongest gale right from the start! As the Primordial Yin Wind engulfed the skies, the Immortal Stone, originally looking down its nostrils, suddenly changed its expression and fled!

The power of the Primordial Yin Wind was not unknown to it! Precisely because it knew, as soon as it sensed the presence of Yin Mu with the Primordial Yin Wind, it immediately cowered! This Primordial Yin Wind was not a technique to kill enemies but to subdue them, and it was one of those techniques that could subdue enemies of higher levels! The Immortal Stone was confident it wouldn’t be killed by this Yin Wind, but it didn’t think it could withstand the wind’s gripping and capturing force!

Indeed!

With just one move, the Wind Bird forcibly captured the Immortal Stone, bringing it into the Realm of Dark Wind it had been refining for years.

In contrast, Fu Suchen was vigilant. At the moment the Primordial Yin Wind touched him, he suddenly scattered into droplets, mixing with the rain on the ground, indistinguishable from each other.

Rain Escape Technique! The most famous escape technique of the Water Sect! The speed of escaping is not fast, but it can be used to dodge many lethal Divine Skills, quite formidable!

"Ah ah ah! Young Daoist, how come you’re fleeing alone! Not taking me with you! Ah ah ah! It hurts so much, the wind blades inside this cursed bird’s dark wind realm are so strong... Damn it! I’m not its mortal enemy, why does it attack me so viciously at first sight, without any buffer!" The Immortal Stone’s cries of anguish often echoed from the empty sky, terrifying and heart-stopping.

"Hmph! A bunch of ants! You’re nothing compared to that brat with the pocket, so weak! This is just a minor lesson, dare to trespass the Fourteenth Layer again, and I’ll take your life!" The Wind Bird snorted disdainfully, dispersed its illusionary form, and retreated to the Four-Finger Peak to slumber.

Time passed, and suddenly the sky above the Four-Finger Peak shattered, from which the Immortal Stone, blood-covered, escaped, terrified and fearful.

Powerful! Too powerful! This is the power of the Primordial Yin Wind! Unless one’s cultivation surpasses greatly the wind controller, there’s absolutely no way to withstand the gripping force of this wind!

The Immortal Stone stopped its fleeing footsteps only after escaping the range of the Four-Finger Peak, wiped the blood and rain off its face, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What now, young Daoist, with our abilities, there’s no way to withstand the Primordial Yin Wind, we can’t break into the Fourteenth Layer!" The Immortal Stone said unwillingly.

He was clearly talking to empty air, yet mysteriously there was a response, "Hmph! And what can we do! Just wait here! I don’t believe that little thief can descend to the Fourteenth Layer and not come back up! He will certainly come back!"

Faced with the situation,

An intact Fu Suchen appeared, holding an oiled umbrella, seeming completely unharmed by the Primordial Yin Wind, yet his complexion seemed even weaker than before.

Clearly, using the Rain Escape Technique to dodge such a level of attack put great stress on him, not truly as easy as it appeared to be.

"Ah, this Wind Bird is too powerful! I can’t resist its dark wind, how exactly did that thief manage to kill to the Fourteenth Layer, could he actually be a Second-Grade Quasi-Saint!" The Immortal Stone murmured resentfully, incessantly mumbling.

"Senior couldn’t defeat the Wind Bird simply because he lacked a method to counter its dark wind, that thief is different, most likely holding a response method to pass safely, Senior should not overestimate that thief’s power. If the thief truly were a Second-Grade Quasi-Saint, why would he fear the Light Ant Clan, hiding here, he could move freely in the Earth Abyss and would have long since escaped! It’s also our fault for not being adequately prepared, had we asked the master for one or two wind-counter methods when leaving the sect, we wouldn’t be so miserable. Wind and Rain Masters are fundamentally one family, the master has many methods for countering wind..." Fu Suchen lamented.

"Indeed! How could that thief possibly be a Second-Grade Quasi-Saint! Throughout the Northern Heavens, there are only a few Second-Grades! About ten fingers, that’s all! There’s no thief Ning Fan’s Grandpa can’t solve with a punch if there is, then it’s two punches!" The Immortal Stone laughed heartily, regaining its arrogant attitude, nose pointing skyward, laughing in the acid rain, like a fool.

...

Ning Fan was unaware of Fu Suchen’s unfortunate encounter, nor did he know Ancestor Leize was rejoicing over the unexpected acquisition of the Primordial Yin Wind.

He held the Jade Umbrella, arriving at the Fourteenth Layer of the Earth Abyss, before his eyes lay an endless sea. This sea wasn’t deep blue but pure and colorless, emitting a ghostly glow. It was a Light Sea, in the territory of the Light Clan, Ning Fan wasn’t particularly surprised to see such a Light Sea.

He took out the map and looked at it, the road to the Fifteenth Layer seemed difficult to traverse.

The map of the Fourteenth Layer was marked with numerous symbols, each color representing the varying degree of danger in different regions.

According to the Slime Monster’s explanation, part of the Ant Lord’s flesh, which had been suppressed, birthed self-consciousness, evolving into autonomous life forms, living as sea beasts in this Light Sea, extremely challenging to deal with. If one could quietly reach the Fifteenth Layer, it would be best; if encountering sea beasts along the way, avoid combat if possible since dealing with these sea beasts is so troublesome that even the All-Knowing Elder is somewhat vexed, wishing to kill them all, but these sea beasts are almost immortal and indestructible, only able to be suppressed, not truly destroyed...

"So this place is home to a bunch of immortal creatures, interesting. They better not provoke me, otherwise..."

Ning Fan chuckled, held his umbrella, and flew rapidly along the sea surface. The sky continued raining, raindrops breaking on the sea surface, like countless dreams shattering and vanishing on the water.

Fate is so annoying, the more you wish to avoid trouble, the more trouble seeks you.

Ning Fan had no intention of dealing with the sea beasts here; he even chose a path with lower danger levels, yet his arrival still attracted some sea beasts’ attention.

An alien sea turtle with Immortal King cultivation had been trailing below the water surface, following Ning Fan for an unknown amount of time.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Ning Fan’s flying speed wasn’t fast, aimed at reducing noise, yet he was still targeted, what else could he do!

"Scram!"

Ning Fan coldly shouted at the sea turtle.

The sea turtle, accustomed to arrogance, relying on its immortal creature might, blatantly ignored Ning Fan’s threatening words, not only refusing to retreat but also issuing strange roars, calling for companions.

In no time, more sea snakes, sea fish, and sea monsters surrounded from all directions, each looking bizarre.

The sea turtle was the foremost, leaping out of the water, its massive body appearing as if a small island suddenly emerged from the sea surface. It was too arrogant; the more Ning Fan ignored it, the more it assumed Ning Fan was weak and easily bullied, spewing a beam of light water arrow, aiming at Ning Fan’s life.

"Such a nuisance!"

Ning Fan frowned, holding the umbrella in one hand, and summoning the Reverse Sea Sword with the other, slicing the light water arrow to pieces, and with another strike, slaying the presumptuous sea turtle.

How could an Immortal King withstand Ning Fan’s sword power!

What about the immortal creatures! When Ning Fan’s sword harbors Slaying Life Sword Intent, this level of immortality is just delivering their heads!

The island-sized sea turtle was split in two, then its remaining body was detonated by the Sky-hook Jade, staining the sea with blood. Sword light split the sea surface, seemingly like two curtains of water retreating to the sides, after which the rift in the sea healed.

"These damned creatures should know the severity now..." Ning Fan muttered to himself, continuing forward.

But he was wrong!

His act of slaying the Immortal King sea turtle not only didn’t intimidate the sea beasts here but rather incited the fury of the sea beasts!

The sea beasts here were formed from the Ant Lord’s flesh and blood, born with the arrogance of a Saint, though they did not possess the matching strength of a Saint.

But that didn’t hinder their arrogance! Ning Fan dared to slay the sea turtle, equivalent to waving a sword at a Saint, how could the sea beasts who consider themselves Saints endure such provocation!

Roar——

More sea beasts came chasing from all directions, the originally monotonous atmosphere of the fourteenth layer suddenly became extremely noisy.

"Are you seeking death? Fine, I’ll put aside Niba’s matters for now and first round up some Gourd Blood Spirits!"

A self-important strong Immortal Venerable sea fish broke through the waves, attacking Ning Fan with poisonous attacks, but then, its poison was directly swallowed into Ning Fan’s stomach, clearly this level of poison couldn’t harm him at all.

Then with a reverse sword swing, the Immortal Venerable sea fish fell, Sword Qi swept over three thousand miles! Many weaker sea beasts were affected by the Sword Qi and sliced to pieces before they could even get close!

The heavenly red name over Ning Fan’s head became even more vivid! As if the more people he killed, the redder the name became!

A sea centipede with the cultivation of an Immortal Emperor, covered in sharp blades, charged directly towards Ning Fan, but Immortal Emperor, how powerful! With a single sword drop, half of the Immortal Emperor centipede was burst apart! The remaining half wasn’t due to Ning Fan missing but deliberately leaving it half alive!

He must capture the Immortal Emperor alive!

Only with a living sacrifice can Gourd Blood Spirits be made. If slain, only Eternal Ghost Soldiers can be crafted, which cannot happen simultaneously.

The unfortunate sea centipede was sucked away by the Black Wind Gourd, its body ravaged by the Slaying Life Sword Intent, making it impossible to channel mana to resist Ning Fan’s capture, resignedly accepting its fate.

Fortunately, it was an immortal creature, making the crafting of Gourd Blood Spirits relatively difficult for the Black Wind Gourd.

Unfortunately, Ning Fan subsequently infused Slaying Life Sword Intent into the gourd, granting it the power to kill immortal creatures instantly.

This centipede Immortal Emperor was the first blood spirit Ning Fan captured today, but it won’t be the last!

Ning Fan counted, many Immortal Emperor sea beasts were present; gathering ten lower-grade Gourd Blood Spirits would be more than enough!

After a long time...

Ning Fan, covered in blood and filth, holding the equally bloody and rain-resistant Sky-Dueling Jade Umbrella, arrived at the entrance of the fifteenth layer. Behind him laid a sea full of floating corpses, causing the All-Knowing Elder headaches—those troublesome immortal creatures were slaughtered by Ning Fan entirely!

Ahead on the sea surface, an island floated, with an Immortal Mountain on it, shaped like a Four-Finger Peak, resembling crane claws pointing skyward, emanating an overwhelming aura of defiance against the heavens.

When Ning Fan appeared, the mountain’s spirit promptly manifested, seeking to prevent Ning Fan from advancing to the fifteenth layer.

This was a Half-Saint Mountain Demon, also bearing the identity of an immortal creature! Hence, it wasn’t sealed here by the All-Knowing Elder after being killed; it was sealed here with its life!

Like the Wind Bird, it was a real realm creature, similarly notorious in the real realm. Not only does it possess an immortal body, it excels in a defense technique, combining it with its immortal body, causing its defense strength to soar dozens of times, making even a Second-Grade Quasi-Saint difficult to kill it!

In other words, as long as it guards here, even someone as strong as Yin Mu, a Second-Grade Quasi-Saint, cannot break through its guard and enter the fifteenth layer!

Under its protection, the fifteenth layer has always been a virgin land, no one can tread upon it... well, except for the All-Knowing Elder, but this Mountain Demon confidently believes there won’t be a second exception, able to freely access its guarded domain.

It has always believed this deeply!

Until... it saw Ning Fan, covered in blood and dirt, and the sight of countless floating corpses behind Ning Fan!

Heaven of mercy! Those floating corpses weren’t ordinary creatures, they were all immortal creatures! Yet... yet they were massacred by Ning Fan in whole batches!

The Mountain Demon trembled a bit, the crisis Ning Fan brought to it was overwhelming; it felt the threat of death from Ning Fan’s Sword Intent, so close! It developed a bizarre intuition, the stronger its immortal defenses, the greater the damage from Ning Fan’s Sword Intent, enough to slay it.

When it met Ning Fan’s eyes full of unresolved killing intent, that trembling finally reached an extreme, crushing its ancient pride completely!

Ning Fan glanced at the Mountain Demon, not paying it particular attention.

In Ning Fan’s view, the Mountain Demon’s immortal power was only marginally stronger than the transformation of the Corpse Puppet King before Ghost Slayer, but still fell far short when compared to the embodied form of the Corpse Puppet King afterward.

Because after Ghost Slayer, the Corpse Puppet King absorbed the Netherworld Ghost Flower’s immortal power; such a level of layered immortal power couldn’t be simply devastated by a singular Slaying Life Sword Intent...

"I want to go to the fifteenth layer, do you mind moving aside?"

"I-I don’t, of course, don’t mind, senior, please feel free, senior, have a good journey, senior, please take care..." The Mountain Demon cowered, forcing a smile on its monkey-like face.

Ning Fan was speechless, hearing the most cowardly words ever! He was merely asking to pass through, not forcibly seizing a girl, what’s with the exaggerated respect...