Accidentally invincible!
Chapter 176 - 0173: What, Do You Have an Idea?

Chapter 176: Chapter 0173: What, Do You Have an Idea?

Oh my!

In his entire life, he had never seen anything so terrifying.

A skeleton is just a skeleton.

But flames jumping out of its eye sockets? Who’s it trying to scare?

Especially that furious roar—it almost made his poor heart explode.

"Run, everyone run! The Abyss Sea is a trap. If you don’t want to die, run now!" Lin Fan crawled out from the cave and shouted loudly.

The moment he said those words,

a sudden flash streaked past at breakneck speed. Upon closer look, it was Ye Zhen Tian clutching a Dao Artifact and fleeing wildly. His injuries were severe, blood spilling from his mouth, yet he still seemed energized, with madness burning in his eyes as he roared.

"The Dao Artifact belongs to me. I, Ye Zhen Tian, own it. No one can take it from me!"

Ye Zhen Tian was dashing away with incredible speed, powerful air currents swirling around him. Clearly, he had barely survived an encirclement, yet he remained defiant.

He had initially joined in the quest to seize the Dao Artifact but always felt he might not succeed. To his surprise, the last person to grab the Dao Artifact was nearly obliterated, their soul almost scattered. Unable to endure any longer, they threw the Dao Artifact away in frustration.

And it landed right in Ye Zhen Tian’s hands.

What was Ye Zhen Tian supposed to do now?

Throw the Dao Artifact away? He couldn’t bear to. So, clutching it, he fled as fast as he could.

Whoosh!

A figure darted off.

Soon after, several figures sped in pursuit.

"Ye Zhen Tian, leave the Dao Artifact behind, or you’ll regret it!"

"Damn it! How about splitting the Dao Artifact evenly? Can’t we all stop fighting?"

Without looking back, Ye Zhen Tian bellowed, "The Dao Artifact belongs to whoever fate chooses! I, Ye Zhen Tian, am blessed with great fortune, and the Dao Artifact has chosen me! Let’s call it even—I owe you all a favor and will repay you in the future."

"I’m willing to split my Spirit Vein with you."

He was willing to give up his Spirit Vein for the Dao Artifact.

But how could the others believe his words?

"He’s really fast." Lin Fan watched Ye Zhen Tian streak away. For the Dao Artifact to end up in his hands, it did seem like he had exceptional fortune. It didn’t change much for Lin Fan’s situation, though.

Lin Fan turned back and saw Meng Qingyao standing there, blood slowly dripping from her arm’s fingertips, her expression slightly pale.

It was apparent she’d gotten injured during the earlier scuffle.

"Meng Qingyao, hurry up and leave, or you won’t be able to escape later!" Lin Fan yelled.

What else could he do?

This woman would just freeze up whenever she got hurt.

And at that moment,

the Forbidden Land began to shake, growing increasingly unstable. Lin Fan paid no heed to Meng Qingyao’s condition, darting straight for the exit. But just as Lin Fan was about to reach it, something strange occurred.

The entire area was suddenly sealed off.

The exit vanished into thin air.

"You’ve got to be kidding me."

Lin Fan stared wide-eyed, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Was this really necessary?

Meng Qingyao let out a light groan as her arm trembled slightly, forcing out a tiny needle-like weapon no thicker than a hair. It fell to the ground with a metallic clink.

Turns out Meng Qingyao wasn’t simply stunned into immobility; she had suffered severe injuries that prevented her from moving. At last, using her mana, she managed to expel the object.

"A disciple of a prestigious Immortal Sect possessing such an evil artifact. What a disgrace." Meng Qingyao’s face was ashen. She had been momentarily careless and was tricked into falling victim to someone’s scheme.

At that moment,

Meng Qingyao moved closer to examine the situation, fear flickering in her eyes. "Where’s the exit? How did it vanish?"

"Gone. It just closed a moment ago. Looks like we’re both trapped here," Lin Fan replied.

"Time here passes far too quickly. If we don’t find an exit soon, our lifespans won’t last much longer," Meng Qingyao said with a hint of panic. Despite being a True Disciple exposed to countless dangerous situations, she discovered that under such dire circumstances, her composure wasn’t as steadfast as she’d imagined it would be.

Ignoring Lin Fan, Meng Qingyao began searching for an escape route,

no longer paying attention to the Spirit Grass growing around them.

The accelerated time flow here existed solely for the Spirit Grass.

The treasures had remained intact for countless years, continuously attracting cultivators despite frequent deaths in this place.

After a long while,

Lin Fan noticed a significant reduction in his lifespan. In his estimation, barely an hour had passed, yet he had aged nearly a hundred years.

At this rate,

his lifespan would completely deplete within a few more hours.

Far away, Meng Qingyao continued her search for a way out, but every attempt proved futile. The area was strange; she noticed an intricate series of array formations—countless interconnected formations executed with astonishing craftsmanship beyond mortal capabilities.

In fact,

she suspected there might be an extraordinary treasure hidden here sustaining the place’s mechanisms, as mere array formations alone couldn’t account for the accelerated time flow.

Such manipulation of time, she thought, involved far more than simple techniques.

With her current cultivation level, understanding it was impossible.

Only a true master of array formations might have a chance to unravel the mysteries of this place.

Meng Qingyao glanced at Lin Fan. She knew he was the son of the Supreme Elder, so in such circumstances, the elder would surely sense their predicament and arrive to rescue them.

Breaking the Abyss Sea’s restrictions, however,

she wondered whether the Supreme Elder had the capability, though she hoped he did.

Her biggest concern was whether, given the current rate of time flow, they could hold out long enough.

Meng Qingyao harbored great ambitions.

Her ultimate goal was to become the unrivaled female Immortal, the Empress.

She absolutely couldn’t die here.

Lin Fan sat cross-legged on the ground, meditating. The Three God Realm was on the verge of a breakthrough.

The merging of heart and spirit.

The merging of spirit and consciousness.

’Heart’ didn’t refer to the physical organ but the intangible sense of perception, matter, and spirit—something untouchable and invisible, blending with the spirit and Divine Soul.

Slowly,

the vast foundation of Immortal Path ascended above his head.

A single isolated flower petal twitched slightly.

And then,

the sensation struck.

The melding of heart and spirit brought forth another petal.

Overwhelming mana catalyzed everything.

Epiphany arrived out of nowhere. He felt his mind clear, his vitality and essence significantly enhanced.

But it wasn’t over yet.

The fusion of spirit and consciousness began. Consciousness, akin to Buddhist Amala Consciousness, represented the pinnacle of perception for cultivators in the Three God Realm. In contrast, the base levels of consciousness—Manas Consciousness and Alaya Consciousness—were achieved during the earlier stages of refining the Divine Soul and attaining Unity of Heaven and Man.

The blending of spirit and consciousness enabled the perception of unseen dangers, remarkably similar to Lin Fan’s Innate Divine Ability, Sudden Shock.

During combat, even if one couldn’t detect an opponent’s movements, an inexplicable sensation would warn of impending attacks.

Three petals blossomed.

An immense surge of spiritual energy seemed to flow from the heavens, strengthening him.

Breakthrough!

The Immortal Flower above his head radiated dazzling brilliance.

Its petals enveloped densely packed spiritual energy.

Soon,

he condensed a Golden Core.

It gleamed brightly, its golden light illuminating their surroundings in splendor.

Meng Qingyao stared at Lin Fan, wide-eyed.

She hadn’t expected him to break through here.

To Lin Fan, everything happened smoothly, without any obstacles, starkly different from the struggles most cultivators faced. Perhaps this was the power of supplementary assistance, removing all hindrances and allowing him to savor the thrill of advancement.

Lin Fan opened his eyes, a smile curling across his lips. His lifespan had drastically increased, and he had successfully condensed the first color of the Golden Core—Golden Light Shines.

The Golden Core had three tiers.

Golden Light Shines, Purple Light Mist, and Colorless Myriad Forms.

He had now reached the first tier and planned to continue improving at his own pace without rushing.

"You chose this moment to break through?" Meng Qingyao scolded.

Lin Fan grinned and replied, "Well, there’s nothing else to do here anyway. Besides, the accelerated time flow saves quite a bit of effort. Under normal circumstances, it would’ve taken much longer. So, how’s the search? If you can’t find the exit, just relax and wait for someone to rescue us."

Meng Qingyao shot him a sharp glare, unwilling to engage further.

Waiting for rescue was a last-ditch option; true salvation relied on their own efforts.

She refused to believe there weren’t any flaws.

Nothing in this world was perfect—not even array formations. Her failure to find flaws only reflected her inadequacy, not the invulnerability of this place.

"Finish your meditation quickly and help search for weaknesses. This area is composed of countless formations, but if we locate even one flaw, we can escape."

"If you sit here waiting for rescue, we might already be skeletons by the time others arrive, nothing more than corpses for future explorers to marvel at." Meng Qingyao’s slightly parted lips gave an impression of composure, but the sweat trickling from her forehead betrayed her inner turmoil.

Lin Fan said, "But if we don’t wait for rescue, what’s the alternative? If this place were truly that easy to crack, there wouldn’t be so many dead here. Look at that skeleton—it’s impossible to tell how long it’s been dead. Its bones gleam with golden light, indicating it was a formidable expert."

"If even such a powerful cultivator couldn’t escape, do you think we can?"

"So it’s better to sit tight and wait for rescue."

Lin Fan experimented with the protective feel of the Four Saint Guardians from his cultivation method. Surprisingly, they seemed to defend against the accelerated time flow here, ensuring his lifespan remained unaffected.

Earlier, he had intentionally allowed a hundred years of his lifespan to drain just to gauge the rate.

And indeed, it was extraordinarily deadly.

Ordinary cultivators wouldn’t stand a chance.

Even if they had life-extending Spirit Pills, it wouldn’t matter.

At a hundred-year depletion per hour, how much lifespan would it consume in a single day? Just thinking about it sent chills down his spine—it was horrifying.

Meng Qingyao ignored Lin Fan and resumed her search.

As time passed,

Meng Qingyao began to panic.

At this rate, her lifespan wouldn’t hold out much longer.

Was she really going to die here?

She felt an intense unwillingness to accept such a fate.

Despair gradually seeped into her heart.

"Lin Fan." Meng Qingyao called out at that moment, her gaze fixed on him. It seemed as though she’d made a significant decision, because if they didn’t take action, death would certainly come.

"What is it?" Lin Fan asked, noticing that Meng Qingyao’s expression carried an odd, unsettling emotion as though something unexpected was about to happen.

Even he started to feel nervous.

"Do you want to die?" Meng Qingyao asked.

Lin Fan chuckled at her question, "Isn’t that an idiotic question? Who wants to die?"

After briefly pondering, Lin Fan realized Meng Qingyao wouldn’t ask such a nonsensical question.

"What, you have a plan?"

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