And he had just thoroughly offended the Fire Origin Spirit Race. With a third-grade Saint Weapon to protect him, he could at least feel a little more at ease!
In the void, Shen Fan's figure was like a shadow untouched by karma. He tore through layer upon layer of space and sped away.
His speed had reached its absolute limit. The starlight along his path stretched into streaks of light, rapidly receding behind him.
After traversing who knew how many barren star regions, he finally stopped before a belt of lifeless meteorites.
The cosmic space here was cold and empty. There was no life, and even the drifting chaos energy was so sparse it could be ignored.
Only eternal solitude.
But to Shen Fan, this was unquestionably an ideal place to cultivate in seclusion.
With a casual wave of his hand, countless intricate and profound Formation Patterns appeared out of thin air. They spread rapidly like living things, completely shrouding a colossal meteorite as large as a mountain range.
A flash of light, and they vanished into the void.
He had completely sealed off this space.
Inside the formation, Shen Fan sat cross-legged. The violent currents of the void around him had been completely calmed, becoming docile and still.
His mind was tranquil, his breathing steady and deep. His entire presence blended into the lifeless surroundings.
A fruit the size of a fist appeared in his palm.
It was the Heaven Origin Fruit.
It was crimson all over, its surface covered in strange, naturally formed patterns. A faint, delicate fragrance drifted into his nostrils, making even his Divine Soul feel clear and refreshed.
This was the key to resolving the greatest predicament before him.
Five Dao Fruits.
They were the solid foundation that put him far beyond those at the