Qing Chen did not budge. Within him, two utterly different powers of laws coiled like dragons and crouched like tigers, circulating ponderously.
His body had been tempered a thousand times, his magic power as deep as an abyssal sea-how could an ordinary Nascent Soul compare to such foundations?
A desperate situation?
He had carved his way out of desperate situations all his life, one slash at a time.
Scrambling for food against petty men in the Gouwu Sea, bathing in blood against demonic cultivators on Great Jin's battlefields-when had he not sought life amid death?
His Dao heart had long been honed until it was as cold and hard as dark iron. Even with a fathomless abyss before him, he would dare venture into it.
The "Demon Seed Golden Lotus" was a trap?
Then he would shatter that trap beneath his feet!
He might even... turn it into a stepping stone instead!
He turned his spiritual perception inward. Deep within his sea of qi, beside his Nascent Soul, a tiny nine-story glazed pagoda floated silently. Its radiance was contained, yet it naturally exuded the lofty, immovable presence of a grotto-heaven.
Years ago, on Immortal-Severing Island, he had ventured into the Blood Jiangshi Legacy Mansion and broken through all nine floors of its forbidden tower before obtaining this object.
During his Nascent Soul tribulation back then, the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon's ferocious might had blazed to the heavens, yet a single tremor of the pagoda had extinguished it entirely.
This pagoda's origins absolutely transcended the limits of a so-called "spirit treasure."
-Perhaps it was precisely where his chance of survival lay!
A sharp glint flashed in Qing Chen's eyes. He suddenly looked up, his divine sense slipping silently like an invisible needle toward that distant figure, as still as a deep pool