Chapter 686: Zhang Yu's Nascent Soul? (Thanks to 'Glass-colored Memories')

Chapter 686 Zhang Yu's Nascent Soul? (Thank you to "Glazed Memories" for donating another 2.3 Alliance Leaders)

Gazing at Feng Yuhao's back, gazing at the environment of the 555th floor, Ping Han's heart was nonetheless immensely excited.

Especially thinking that next he might meet Zhang Yu, meet the life-and-death rival of his lifetime, and capture this formidable enemy... Ping Han's heart surged with an excitement that had not appeared for a very, very long time.

"Zhang Yu... I can hardly wait to see the face full of shock upon you."

Moving forward continuously through various pipelines, utilizing the power of the Evil God's ritual to dodge various surveillance devices.

The group finally entered the target laboratory.

Feeling the changes in the surrounding spiritual realm, Feng Yuhao said, "The spiritual realm signals here are completely blocked; we have temporarily lost the ability to communicate externally."

Feng Yuhao's ocular husk twitched slightly; recording had started immediately after.

"You stay here; I will enter first to see if Zhang Yu is inside."

Upon hearing this, Ping Han trembled violently, while Fu Xinyao said, "Let us go in with you."

Feng Yuhao swept a glance at the two, speaking indifferently, "After entering, I cannot guarantee your survival rate."

But in Fu Xinyao's view, following this mysterious Nascent Soul cultivator right before her eyes was the safest path.

And Ping Han, already extremely radical and abnormal, desired even more to witness the scene of Zhang Yu being captured with his own eyes.

Thus, one person and one soul followed closely behind Feng Yuhao, sneaking towards the depths of the laboratory.

Relying on his own abilities, plus the ritual power of the Evil God, Feng Yuhao led Fu Xinyao like a wisp of shadow in the darkness, constantly infiltrating forward.

And as they delved deeper, they felt the ethereal energy in the air becoming increasingly dense, like layers of mist surging forward.

Experiencing all this, Fu Xinyao exclaimed somewhat in shock, "Such intense surging of ethereal energy."

Feng Yuhao looked at the traces of ethereal energy in the air, saying, "It is the Whale Breathing Method. This technique specializes in breathing volume, and if maintained within a range for continuous breathing, it can further improve breathing efficiency."

"From this amount..." Feng Yuhao's hand gently brushed past the mist-like ethereal energy in the air, judging, "Zhang Yu has been staying here for approximately five months."

While speaking, Feng Yuhao continued forward, soon seeing strange large holes throughout the building.

Looking at the holes of varying sizes on the wall, Fu Xinyao asked with a puzzled expression, "What is this?"

Her ocular husk scanned the incredibly smooth cut surface of the hole, wondering, "Did Zhang Yu cut these holes in the wall? Why would he do such a thing?"

Feng Yuhao's gaze sharpened, squatting directly in front of a one-meter diameter hole, speaking in a deep voice, "These are traces of a Nascent Soul."

Fu Xinyao nearby was startled, "Nascent Soul?"

Feng Yuhao judged, "Ancient cultivators breaking through to Nascent Soul crafted their own Nascent Souls."

"But how does a Nascent Soul crafted by a Golden Core cultivator compare to one crafted by a Nascent Soul cultivator, or even a Deity Transformation cultivator?"

"Especially in modern times, those who achieve Nascent Soul are none other than elites among elites, top scholars with conditions unmatched in ten thousand, making it even more impossible to breakthrough casually by crafting their own Nascent Soul."

"However, this brings a drawback: the Nascent Soul is too powerful. For a Golden Core realm cultivator to master it requires practice and various adjustments."

Feng Yuhao and Fu Xinyao moved forward quickly, seeing the holes on the wall become smaller and fewer in number, while Feng Yuhao's gaze grew heavier.

Listening, Feng Yuhao continued, "During this cultivation process, the Nascent Soul often uncontrollably sheds its shell and wanders around the cultivator."

"Because the Nascent Soul projects the cultivator's instinctual consciousness, if control is not precise, it will act wildly according to stray thoughts in the heart."

"Furthermore, because the Nascent Soul is a mixture of the cultivator's high-concentration intent, magical power, Void Force, and blood qi, even a light collision... will cause various damages to the outside world."

Fu Xinyao exclaimed in shock, "So you mean these traces were caused by Zhang Yu cultivating his Nascent Soul? Is he about to breakthrough to Nascent Soul?"

Looking at the holes on the wall, shrinking from one meter in diameter gradually to fist-sized, Feng Yuhao said, "Perhaps."

Hearing this, Fu Xinyao and Ping Han were both shocked in their hearts.

They clearly remembered Zhang Yu broke through the Golden Core realm only a little over a year ago, and now he is almost reaching Nascent Soul again?

Both thought secretly, "How much resources did Wan Fa actually dump onto Zhang Yu."

On the other side, Feng Yuhao had something unsaid in his heart; the feeling these Nascent Soul traces gave him was quite unusual.

"What kind of Nascent Soul could leave such traces?"

"If given another year or two for Zhang Yu to grow, I'm afraid even I... would not have absolute confidence to capture him."

"Even this time..."

Feng Yuhao had already prepared for the worst scenario in his heart: "Perhaps... this time I can only bring out Zhang Yu's brain."

Moments later, the lights around for some reason became dimmer and dimmer, and the road ahead gradually turned pitch black.

And in this darkness, bursts of whistling sounds entered the ears of the two. This whistling sound was very strange, as if a giant was constantly inhaling and exhaling airflow, repeatedly inhaling large amounts of air, and repeatedly exhaling large amounts of air.

Sneaking along, Feng Yuhao's heart rose with a question, "Why are there no guards?"

"If they value Zhang Yu so much, wanting to hide Zhang Yu so much... then why arrange no one to guard this place? Do they feel there is no trustworthy person... capable of coming here to guard Zhang Yu?"

At the same time, accompanying every inhalation and exhalation, Fu Xinyao felt a strong suction force surging forward, and her long hair was also blown by the wild wind towards that darkness.

Fu Xinyao's heart was filled with doubt and surprise, "Is this... practicing what martial art?"

"And... why has this place become pitch black?"

"Where are the lights?"

Fu Xinyao subconsciously activated her ocular husk; rays of faint light reflected in the husk, intending to illuminate the darkness before her.

But the next moment she widened her ocular husk, looking at the scene before her with a face full of shock.

Seeing the rays of faint light shoot out, they seemed twisted and wrung by an invisible force, and like a swimming fish caught by an invisible giant hand in the darkness, with a swoosh they vanished into that bottomless darkness, disappearing completely without a trace.

"This is..."

Feng Yuhao said nothing, just continuing forward, and soon saw in the deepest darkness of the laboratory a figure floating quietly in mid-air with hands pressed together.

And that series of whistling sounds came from the joined hands of that figure.

One moment, a wave of air burst forth from it, sweeping in all directions.

The next moment, an invisible suction force came, pulling the vast air waves back in.

And the hall that should have been bright as day was now pitch black.

Only because the beams of light shooting down from the roof were like swimming fish, all sucked into a black vortex, vanishing into the closed hands of the opponent without a trace.

"A good opportunity for a sneak attack."

Looking at Zhang Yu motionless, completely immersed in cultivation, Feng Yuhao flashed his figure, already detaching from stealth state, rushing fiercely towards the opponent.

"This guy... has likely completely mastered the Nascent Soul and completed the breakthrough," Feng Yuhao thought secretly, "If I insist on bringing him out intact, once he finds a chance to call for help, not only will the mission fail, but I am finished too."

"In that case... then sorry."

"Zhang Yu, next I can only go all out, first thoroughly destroying your physical body, giving you not a sliver of a chance..."

While speaking, Feng Yuhao's right arm changed violently under the infusion of magical power, turning in the blink of an eye into a giant cannon aimed at Zhang Yu's position.

Level 40 Dharma Husk enhanced with Level 40 Thunder Technique!

Military-grade Dao Art, Purple Sky Divine Thunder Strike!

After locking onto Zhang Yu, the purple lightning struck out suddenly at tens of thousands of kilometers per second, condensing tightly onto the body below Zhang Yu's neck.

Feng Yuhao had confidence; under his surgical-precision strike, it was enough to evaporate a Golden Core cultivator's body entirely, yet not harm the surroundings even slightly.

Yet now, having locked his aim upon the region beneath Zhang Yu's neck, he could leave Zhang Yu with naught but a head.

As the lightning surged, it whipped up a chain of sparks within the surrounding air, jolting Fu Xinyao and Ping Han until they felt their own internal Dharma Bodies seem to lose all control in that very instant.

Sensing the sudden surge of heat and the churning spiritual energy in the air, both men were startled once more: "Even just a wisp of leaking thunder-light nearly destroyed our entire Dharma Bodies."

"Zhang Yu must be struck dead by a single blow, yes?"

Yet a sight that stunned them anew suddenly manifested.

They saw only the surging thunder-light strike against an invisible vortex, whereupon it began to spin at high speed.

The originally fierce radiance transformed into slender strands, carving spirals through the darkness before finally converging within the palm of Zhang Yu.

"What?!"

Feng Yuhan, who had unleashed this strike, was far more shocked than Fu Xinyao and Ping Han, for only he understood the sheer might of his own attack; even he himself could not have received it without injury.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yu, who had been immersed in cultivation, also opened his eyes and gazed calmly at Feng Yuhan before him.

"Do you know why this place requires no guards?"

Feng Yuhan looked at the Zhang Yu before him, hearing only the first sentence, then discovered the other's lips still opening and closing, yet the voice had already vanished.

Immediately after, all light seemed swept away by a giant hand, every filament of illumination disappearing utterly, and no matter how Feng Yuhan activated his Eye Dharma Body, he found he could see nothing whatsoever.

In the next moment, he lost all perception of the external world entirely.

Within the bottomless darkness, it seemed only his consciousness continued to operate.

(End of Chapter)