Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 182 - 183: Survival After Calamity (2nd Update) (Please Favorite, Tip, and Recommend)

Chapter 182: Chapter 183: Survival After Calamity (2nd Update) (Please Favorite, Tip, and Recommend)

Under this punch, even if another Martial Artist of the same, fifth level of the Wind Riding Realm were to come forward, they would undoubtedly face certain death.

Because it wasn’t just Chu Ning who made a move, but also Cheng Tiangong assisting from the side.

Under the oppression of the Sealing Heaven Divine Map upon the body, even another Martial Artist at the fifth level of the Wind Riding Realm couldn’t withstand this punch.

Let alone that Chu Fengmian’s realm was still far from reaching the fifth level of the Wind Riding Realm.

Under such circumstances, beneath this punch, Chu Fengmian was undoubtedly doomed to die.

"Disappeared."

After the dust raised by the punch had dispersed, the place where Chu Fengmian had stood was completely empty.

Only a few traces of blood could be seen on the ground.

"It must have been your punch that obliterated him."

Cheng Tiangong looked at the blood stains on the ground and deployed his Spiritual Sense to observe the surroundings; indeed, Chu Fengmian’s presence was completely gone.

Under such conditions, it was impossible for Chu Fengmian to have escaped, the only possibility was that Chu Fengmian had now been obliterated.

Not even a trace of him remained.

"What a pity, we didn’t obtain the Stele of Fertility."

Chu Ning said somewhat regretfully.

"With this kid gone, the Stele of Fertility must have disappeared with him as well."

"This Spiritual Artifact personally forged by the Emperor of Fertility."

"No matter, compared to the Stele of Fertility, the legacy of the Emperor of Fertility is far more important."

Cheng Tiangong waved his hand and said.

"Now that the Stele of Fertility has vanished, it means anyone who breaks the prohibition of the Emperor of Fertility’s tomb this time could receive the legacy."

"In this Holy Land, who else is a match for us? The legacy of the Emperor of Fertility is definitely ours."

"Let’s go, Yan Nan and the others are also covetous of the Emperor’s legacy, we must get to the tomb ahead of them."

Cheng Tiangong spoke and then, with a flash, he left.

Since the Stele of Fertility had disappeared, he saw no need to stay there any longer.

Chu Ning glanced at where the tomb of the Emperor of Fertility lay, then turned and left as well.

Two figures left, and the scene was once again silent, with only the bloodstains on the ground revealing that a great battle had occurred here.

"Where is this?"

Chu Fengmian opened his eyes and looked at all the unfamiliar surroundings.

In this unknown space, Chu Fengmian didn’t know how long he had been asleep—it could have been a week, or perhaps a month.

It wasn’t until Chu Fengmian woke up that he realized everything around him was so alien.

Next to Chu Fengmian, the body of Han Yueli also lay there, cold and lifeless. Just lying beside her was enough for Chu Fengmian to feel the bone-chilling cold.

"Did I escape?"

Chu Fengmian looked at his tranquil surroundings and whispered to himself.

"Hmph, if it weren’t for your good luck in encountering the awakening of the Stele of Fertility, do you think you could have survived?"

In Chu Fengmian’s mind, Xing Xuan spoke irritably.

"To risk your own life for a woman, how did I end up with a master like you?"

"The Stele of Fertility?"

Xing Xuan’s grumble was naturally ignored by Chu Fengmian, who only then noticed a stele the size of a man, now right beside him.

It was indeed the Stele of Fertility he had acquired from the ancient tortoise dragon and was now completely awakened.

After entering the Holy Land, the Stele of Fertility gradually awakened due to the tomb of the Emperor of Fertility, and at the last moment, when Chu Fengmian faced danger, the Stele came to life.

It quickly engulfed both Chu Fengmian and Han Yueli, sweeping them into the Stele of Fertility and avoiding Chu Ning’s final punch.

"Is this the tomb of the Emperor of Fertility?" Chu Fengmian observed his surroundings and, sensing the Spiritual Power, he suddenly spoke out.

The Stele of Fertility had indeed hidden Chu Fengmian and Han Yueli within the tomb of the Emperor of Fertility.

"My power?" The moment Chu Fengmian stood up, he almost felt as if he possessed endless power.

His mind suddenly stirred, and he looked towards the ancient battle dragon phantom within his body.

Within this phantom, astonishingly, a total of ten droplets of essence blood had been condensed.

It seemed that Chu Fengmian hadn’t died; instead, he had devoured and refined all the Spiritual Power within the dragon pill.

Five droplets of ancient battle dragon essence blood were now condensed within his body, turning misfortune into a massive blessing.

With the enhancements of these ten droplets of ancient battle dragon essence blood, Chu Fengmian’s realm had reached the first level of the God Sea Realm. Although he had just entered the God Sea Realm, Chu Fengmian already felt his power had undergone a tremendous transformation.

Now Chu Fengmian’s power was at least ten times stronger than before.

Facing Chu Ning and Cheng Tiangong, Chu Fengmian might not be able to defeat them, but he could fight them and withdraw unscathed.

"Now that my realm has reached the God Sea Realm, I should be able to activate the Stele of Fertility, right?"

With a thought, Chu Fengmian knew that the Stele of Fertility, now awakened, should be activatable as long as his power was sufficient.

"Move!"

Chu Fengmian looked at the Stele of Fertility and, with a thought, infused Spiritual Power into it, attempting to activate it.

But the Stele of Fertility remained still, not moving an inch, and the Spiritual Power Chu Fengmian released seemed to vanish without a trace.

"What’s going on?"

"Hmph, this Stele of Fertility isn’t some trashy Spiritual Artifact, it’s a celestial-grade low-quality Spiritual Artifact. How could you possibly activate it with your power?"

Xing Xuan commented mockingly in his mind.

"Unless your realm reaches the Wind-Riding Realm and your power approaches that of a saint, only then might you stand a chance to activate it."

"Look at your storage bag."

"Storage bag?"

Chu Fengmian furrowed his brow, opened the storage bag, and at a glance, saw a noticeable void in the storage bag filled with Qi Gathering Pills.

About one tenth was missing.

This storage bag contained a million Qi Gathering Pills that Chu Fengmian had obtained from the northwestern wastelands, so missing one tenth equated to a loss of a hundred thousand Qi Gathering Pills.

"This is the Spiritual Power you currently need to activate the Stele of Fertility once," said Xing Xuan’s voice once again.

"The Stele of Fertility may now be under your command, but to activate it with your own power is simply impossible."

"Each activation of the Stele of Fertility will consume a hundred thousand Qi Gathering Pills as replenishment, so think carefully if you wish to use the power of this Stele."

Each activation indeed consumed a hundred thousand Qi Gathering Pills.

Hearing this from Xing Xuan, the joy on Chu Fengmian’s face once again sank into silence.