Once he had made up his mind, that frenzied thought was like a wildfire—impossible to extinguish.
Only when Shen Fan's Spiritual Sense swept over the Prison Suppressing Spirit hidden in the deepest part of the treasury did his reason keep him from being completely consumed by madness.
The burning fervor in Shen Fan's eyes slowly faded, replaced by a calmness as deep as an abyss.
He carefully guided his Spiritual Sense toward the treasury's deepest reaches.
Sure enough, he soon found his target.
The slumbering Prison Suppressing Spirit resembled a coiled qilin, its entire body woven from intricate chains of divine law. It radiated an ancient, powerful aura.
Its aura was actually stronger than Shen Fan's, reaching the late Sixth Grade Sacred Ancestor level, perhaps even the peak!
That was why Shen Fan remained cautious.
But there was good news, too: the Prison Suppressing Spirit was not awake at that moment.
It was asleep.
With every breath, terrifying energy tides surged around its body.
Though the display was immense, Shen Fan instead breathed a sigh of relief.
In truth, although the Prison Suppressing Spirit was at a higher realm than Shen Fan, he wasn't afraid of it in terms of actual combat strength.
After all, a Prison Suppressing Spirit was merely a guardian spirit that the Chaos True Spirit Race had cultivated through special means. Its nature was entirely different from that of a cultivator.
A guardian spirit like this could not awaken its own Ancestral Fate Ability the way a True Ancestor-level cultivator could. It had nothing but Sacred Energy within it.
Its combat strength couldn't even compare to an ordinary cultivator of the same rank. Even cultivators at lower realms could often defeat it despite the gap!
Still, Prison Suppressing Spirits did have their advantages. At least compared