Chapter 117: Black Hole (Part One)
The Earth-Shaking Bell fell silent.
Jiang Fan grabbed it, giving it a slight shake, and a few ashes drifted out from within.
It had been utterly blasted into dust.
To be on the safe side, he stored the Earth-Shaking Bell in the Purple Mansion and transferred it to Jade Spring Mansion. After a brief inspection, he found that there was no trace of Yuan Cheng’s presence left, which finally put his mind at ease.
With a flick of his wide sleeve, the wind surged and clouds swirled, sweeping away the dust and mist that filled the air. Just as he was about to soar upward, he noticed a black hole ahead.
His gaze sharpened, and a chill ran down Jiang Fan’s spine.
That place resembled the very eye of hell.
Extending his divine sense toward it, his face suddenly paled as he quickly ascended into the sky, though his heart was gripped by overwhelming dread. Just moments ago, he had sensed a tangible killing intent—one that could freeze flesh and blood, and strangle souls.
“What lies within that black hole?” he murmured.
He paused to observe carefully, noticing several peculiar stones around the hole’s mouth. Rearranged, they formed a stone tablet.
“A stele buried within the mountain, a sealing artifact?”
Jiang Fan could not be certain.
He then turned his head and gazed into the distance, his expression hardening.
From the four cardinal directions beneath the heavens, four figures appeared, sealing off a space of ten thousand meters around them.
“Look at this formation—they intend to crush us here!” Ji Changkong waved to Jiang Fan. As he approached, he raised his great halberd and pointed to each one in turn. “That’s Mojialuo from the Blood Demon Abyss, my old rival; the Black Rose of the Heavenly Demon Sect, a ruthless woman; the Three-Legged Fire Crow of Demon Mountain, a great beast claiming the bloodline of the Demon Emperor; and finally, the Three-Headed Venomous Flood Dragon. Though it dwells in the sea, it answers to no Dragon Palace and is also a formidable foe—all four are at the Nascent Soul stage. While you were blasting Yuan Cheng, they sealed this place off. Their intentions are clear.”
In truth, what shocked Ji Changkong most was Jiang Fan’s strength.
Though his cultivation seemed only at the first step of Nascent Soul in the Purple Mansion stage, his magical power was earth-shattering, his physical body terrifyingly resilient, and his mastery of various arcane arts was astonishing.
What moved him even more was how easily Jiang Fan had withstood the Earth-Shaking Bell’s assault and then obliterated Yuan Cheng.
Especially in the final moment—his fists pounding, he forcibly crushed Yuan Cheng to death inside the Earth-Shaking Bell.
That scene was utterly breathtaking.
“Blood Demon Abyss, Heavenly Demon Sect, Demon Mountain, and a maritime force... these are the enemies of the Great Song Dynasty?” Jiang Fan pondered, then curiously added, “Before Yuan Cheng died, his summons seemed intended to call them out.”
“Yes, but clearly, they have no intention of rescuing him,” Ji Changkong replied. “Among them... the Divine Hidden Sect is nothing—easily wiped out at any time. Yet now, despite the risk of imperial extermination orders, they cooperate with these forces. Their ambitions run deep.”
“Could it be Yuan Cheng was working with them?”
“If it were Yuan Cheng, would these four stand idly by as you killed him? And the Red Fire Venerable’s actions clearly show the Divine Hidden Sect’s secret backing. Why would the Divine Hidden Sect risk annihilation to collude with demons? What are they after?” Ji Changkong’s heart was troubled.
“What’s the use of overthinking?” Jiang Fan said. “This ordeal ahead will be tough enough.”
“Afraid?”
“It would be a lie to say no!”
“Haha, well said!” Ji Changkong laughed heartily. “Four Nascent Soul cultivators, I’m nervous just thinking about it. No confidence at all. But faced with such a situation, the only option is to fight with everything we have!”
“Then let’s give it our all!” Jiang Fan nodded.
The four formidable figures surrounding them did not attack but simultaneously stared toward the spot where Yuan Cheng had been blasted apart—the black hole Jiang Fan had discovered.
“There!” Ji Changkong also sensed it and turned to look, his pupils constricting.
At that moment, a strange force emanated from the black hole, silently pulverizing the surrounding rocks.
“This kind of corrosive power—not even an Earth Immortal expert could easily wield it!” Ji Changkong frowned.
“Can you tell its origin?”
“No! The Red River estuary is not known for any secrets! I have studied countless ancient and modern texts, knowing many hidden records, but there is nothing special about this place. How could such a mysterious black hole suddenly appear?”
“If that’s so, this spot must have existed for a very long time.”
“That’s the only possibility!”
The two spoke as if they were oblivious to everything else, their familiarity making them comfortable despite the recent fierce battle.
“Ji Changkong!” Mojialuo suddenly shouted. This seemingly young, cold-faced man smirked wickedly. “This time, I only intended to capture Jiang Fan to see what secrets he hides. But I didn’t expect you to show up here—perfect, now we can finish you off as well!”
“What is the purpose of your collusion with the Divine Hidden Sect?” Ji Changkong retorted.
“You think I’d tell you?” Mojialuo shook his head. “I’ll give you a chance: enter that black hole and scout the path for us!”
“And if we refuse?”
“First kill Lei Chen of the Primordial Sect, then Gongsun Wujian of the Supreme Sword Sect—and finally, under our arrangement, do you think you and Jiang Fan can escape? Your fate is sealed!” Mojialuo spoke plainly, without hesitation.
“Ah, demons are demons—no honor, no morals, acting recklessly. They easily slay the weak without caring about losing face!” Ji Changkong sighed helplessly. “Though there are four of you and you’ve set traps in advance, if pushed hard enough, I can still drag one of you down with me!”
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