Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 276: Chapter 160: Primordial Spirit Other Transformation Celestial Incense! High Skill Zhang Fan

The silver-white high-speed train roared and howled like a giant dragon, rushing into the mountain tunnel.

Outside the window, darkness blended with chaos, and the lights inside the carriage flickered intermittently.

At this moment, everyone’s thoughts seemed to freeze, the surroundings empty and uncertain, only those two Primordial Spirits soared skyward, terrifying in all directions!!!

”What... what is that?”

Wei Qingsong’s Primordial Spirit trembled, looking towards Zhang Fan’s direction, revealing an unprecedented fear.

If the Primordial Spirit of that mysterious presence was akin to daylight without light, eternal night, a despair that overwhelmed everything, then Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit was like an abyss with a giant mouth, bottomless, equally eerie and terrifying, and the two Primordial Spirits even felt somehow familiar.

”Just now, that person? From the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance...”

Wei Qingsong’s Primordial Spirit seemed about to collapse, unable to believe his eyes. If those two Primordial Spirits were like blazing flames rising, then his Primordial Spirit could only be considered a small flicker.

He found it hard to believe when had the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance produced such a terrifying presence, so young, and his Primordial Spirit already wielded such oppressive might.

”Is this Brother Fan’s Primordial Spirit!?”

At this moment, the Liu Brothers were also stunned by the scene before them, their hearts turbulent and unable to calm.

The Primordial Spirit Battle, strange phenomena arose incessantly, wondrous and dangerous. This was their first time witnessing Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit emergence, its might more domineering than in reality.

”Just this Primordial Spirit alone could crush us brothers to death.” Liu Xingtui’s heart trembled.

In Daoist cultivation, the Primordial Spirit is the foundation. If truly battling in Primordial Spirit combat, even teaming up, the brothers would have no chance against Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit.

Yet now, within this high-speed train, hidden inside this carriage, there was another equally powerful Primordial Spirit.

Rumble...

The two eerie Primordial Spirits fiercely collided, without excessive probing, no flashy techniques, violently clashing like predators, roaring...

The collision of Primordial Spirits caused ripples, wildly sweeping across, any wandering souls and fierce ghosts transformed into dust under such waves.

Even Wei Qingsong and Lin Xiaoke, cultivators alike, huddled in fear, uneasy as if facing a mortal tribulation.

”Senior Brother, this... what technique is this!?”

Lin Xiaoke’s Primordial Spirit quivered like a frightened chick, hiding behind Wei Qingsong’s Primordial Spirit, eyes filled with terror.

At this moment, she felt fortunate to have a senior brother, who just pulled her away, preventing her from challenging that Daoist from Jiangnan Province.

Who could have thought, in a place like Jiangnan Province, a city filled with mundane dust like Yujing, hid such a terrifying existence, Primordial Spirit oppression where even just the aftermath felt like a matter of life and death.

”The Primordial Spirit challenge can actually cause such a big stir!?” Wei Qingsong’s mind screamed, but his Primordial Spirit dared not emit a sound.

Rumble...

The two Primordial Spirits collided madly, void like ink spilled, faint yet flames scattered in thousands, splashing in all directions.

Zhang Fan never dreamed that his lingering thoughts on the [Evil Gods] would appear openly the moment he entered the East Mountain territory, Primordial Spirit emergence, battle and aggression.

”Great!”

Zhang Fan’s eyes suddenly lit up, fighting spirit high, unprecedented, a shout called out, yet from the other side came a more excited voice.

”Very good!”

”Eat you here!”

”Eat you here!”

Two voices coincidentally rang out, like minds reflecting each other, as if linked by a thread.

Rumble...

Primordial Spirit collision became even wilder, outer scenery phenomena suddenly ascended, endless night, boundless sky, a huge silhouette appeared, black wings spreading, feathers fluttering, the crane’s call shaking the heavens.

”Black Crane!?”

Buzz...

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit revealed the Black Crane apparition, the terrifying silhouette blocked out the sky, its enormous beak aimed to swallow and integrate the opposing Primordial Spirit.

Clang... clang... clang...

At that moment, an eerie chain sound softly reverberated, the opposing Primordial Spirit suddenly shook, transforming into ascending purple qi, spiraling towards the nine heavens, Purple Qi from the East locking the immortal.

In an instant, the purple qi seemed to ignite, black smoke rolling, transforming into chains extending from the outer scenery apparition, entangling Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit.

”This is...”

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit’s expression changed drastically, the huge Black Crane emitted a mournful cry, black feathers falling like a trapped beast, tightly bound by those mysterious chains.

”You’ve learned the Divine Splitting Technique, but haven’t learned the Locking God Skill?”

A cold voice from the obscure outer scenery drifted, echoing emptily, indistinguishable between male and female.

Rumble...

Nine burning purple qi became chains, tightly binding Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, eerie runes flowing along the chains, imprinting onto the Primordial Spirit...

At this moment, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit seemed to receive a summons, sinking deep sea, with no strength at all.

”No wonder he was so fearless, blocking me here.” Zhang Fan’s heart skipped a beat.

Previously, the Primordial Spirit split into three, the Evil Gods took away most of the power and memories, he possessed again, training shallowly for years, especially regarding the Divine Splitting Technique, studied more thoroughly than Zhang Fan, seemingly already grasped the core secret of the [Great Divine Split].

”Brother Fan’s Primordial Spirit is about to go quiet!?”

Liu Xingtui’s expression changed suddenly, he could feel those eerie chains seemed to harbor power that restrained Zhang Fan, under layers of binding, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit was tottering as if about to fall into sleep.