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Chapter 501 Complete Sealing! The Yearly Promise!
Inside the crimson hall, the body of the Soul Refining Sect's patriarch trembled violently.
He felt an irresistible force descend from the sky, pressing him firmly onto the altar, making even moving a finger extremely difficult.
His power was completely confined within this great hall, so that not only could he not affect the outside world, but even transmitting his divine sense outwards became intermittent.
"Nine places... he repaired them all..." The old ancestor's voice was hoarse, his eyes were bloodshot, but he was too weak to be angry.
His current state is almost identical to when he was sealed away ten thousand years ago.
The moment Chen Fan completed the ninth node, a sudden realization dawned on him.
The locations of the nine nodes, the connection of the array's core, the operation of the rules of determination... all the information converged in his mind, gradually piecing together a complete picture.
The core of this sealing formation is the Soul Refining Sect itself.
Ten thousand years ago, that great being used the entire Soul Refining Sect as its foundation, nine key points as its pivot, and the established rules as its soul to seal the Soul Refining Sect's patriarch and his entire sect within this world.
The entire operation of the sealed land revolves around the ruins of the Soul Refining Sect.
"No wonder we can't get in or out of the sealed land..." Chen Fan muttered to himself, "Because this place is a giant prison."
As soon as he finished speaking, a nine-colored light shield enveloped the entire Refining Soul Sect ruins, like an inverted giant bell, completely sealing off this ancient demonic holy land from ten thousand years ago.
Above the light shield, countless mysterious runes flowed endlessly, each rotation radiating an immense pressure that suppressed all things in heaven and earth.
The malevolent and sinister aura that permeated the ruins melted away rapidly under this oppressive force, like snowflakes falling under the scorching sun.
Even the unchanging dark red of the sky faded a bit due to the restoration of the seal, revealing a long-lost bluish-gray hue.
Inside the crimson hall, the patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect was pinned firmly to the altar.
The oppressive force that descended from the sky was invisible and intangible, yet heavier than a mountain. His emaciated body was pressed deep into the altar's stone surface, and all the blood-red threads around him snapped, leaving only a few wisps of broken blood mist struggling and lingering on his body, like the last breath of a dying man.
He can't move.
He can't even lift a finger.
This is the true power of the seal laid down by that great being ten thousand years ago using established rules.
After all nine nodes were repaired, the sealing power surged back like a tidal wave, shattering the power he had painstakingly accumulated over ten thousand years. He was even weaker now than before he was awakened by Wang Xuan and the others.
"Nine places... he repaired them all..." The old ancestor's voice was hoarse like a broken gong, his cracked lips moved, and his eyes were bloodshot, but he was too weak to be angry.
He lived for tens of thousands of years, climbing step by step from a rogue cultivator to the Integration Stage, founding the Soul Refining Sect, dominating Tiannan Star, and at his peak, he had dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators and over ten Void Refining cultivators under his command. Even the Cultivation Alliance had to give him some respect.
Back then, even when that powerful figure joined forces with several Transcending Tribulation old monsters from the Cultivation Alliance to besiege him, they still couldn't completely kill him; they could only trap him with a seal.
But now, he is being manipulated by a eunuch in the Nascent Soul stage.
This is worse than killing him.
"Chen Fan..." he murmured the name, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
From the void, a calm voice echoed: "What instructions does the Ancestor have?"
The golden bowl of dust hovered outside the crimson hall. Chen Fan did not approach, but instead transmitted his voice from afar. Even though the seal had been restored, he remained vigilant.
The trump cards of the old monster in the Fusion Stage were far beyond his imagination.
The patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect suddenly laughed.
The laughter was dry and eerie, like two pieces of withered bone rubbing together, echoing endlessly in the hall.
"You think...you've won?" He laughed, panting, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the void outside the hall. "You think that repairing these nine nodes means you can rest easy?"
Chen Fan did not respond.
"Naive!" The patriarch's laughter abruptly ceased, his voice filled with resentment and mockery. "This seal has imprisoned me for ten thousand years; it's already at its last gasp! Those runes, those nodes, may appear intact, but their foundation is rotten! You've merely given it a breather!"
He panted heavily and continued, "I can sense... the power of this seal is dissipating. Though slow, it's irreversible. A hundred years! At most a hundred years! The seal will crumble on its own! When that time comes, I will break free, and that will be your death!"
"A hundred years..." Chen Fan's voice remained calm and undisturbed. "Our ancestor has given our family a deadline."
He paused, his tone as calm as if he were discussing a trivial matter: "Then let it be a hundred years. After a hundred years, I will personally come to behead you."
The patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect was taken aback, then burst into an even more maniacal laugh.
"Slay me? You think you can?" He laughed, his body trembling, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. "A mid-Nascent Soul eunuch dares to say he can kill me? You think repairing a few array nodes makes you a match for me? In my prime, I kill Nascent Soul cultivators like crushing ants! Even a Deity Transformation cultivator couldn't stop me with a single finger!"
Chen Fan did not refute, but listened quietly until he finished speaking before slowly saying, "Ten thousand years ago, you probably never imagined that you would be resealed by a Nascent Soul eunuch."
The laughter stopped abruptly.
The Soul Refining Sect's patriarch's face turned purplish-black, his eyes surging with bloodlust like a raging torrent. He wanted to refute, but found himself speechless. Because what Chen Fan said was true.
"Fine...fine..." he gritted his teeth, "I'd like to see how you'll kill me a hundred years from now."
After he finished speaking, he fell silent and slowly closed his scarlet eyes.
The wisps of blood mist around him gradually dissipated, and his withered body, like a true dried corpse, fell into complete silence. Only his faint breathing proved that he was not dead, but merely asleep.
Chen Fan stared at the golden bowl for a long time, and only after confirming that the patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect had indeed fallen into a deep sleep did he slowly withdraw his gaze.
century.
The lifespan of a Nascent Soul cultivator is no more than a thousand years.
At the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he has at least six or seven hundred years left to live.
A century is neither a long nor a short time.
But that's enough for him to do a lot of things.
Leave the sealed land, head to the Cultivation Alliance, find the Mirror of Reincarnation, and revive Tianxiangzi.
Then, come back.
Chen Fan stopped thinking about it and manipulated the golden bowl to leave the blood-red hall, drifting towards the side hall.
Inside the side hall, the five people—Qinglian Daoist, Zhou Shan, Tian Sha Ancestor, Hongyun Fairy, and Wang Tiangang—remained kneeling on the ground.
They sensed the restoration of the seal and the suppression of the ancestor. In particular, the terrifying pressure contained within the nine-colored light shield covering the entire ruins made their very souls tremble.
They knew that the patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect had lost.
When that bluish-gray figure emerged from the void, the five people simultaneously raised their heads, their eyes displaying different expressions!
Qinglian Daoist looked at Chen Fan as he slowly approached, opened his mouth, but in the end only kowtowed deeply: "Fellow Daoist Chen, I know my sins are grave and dare not beg for mercy. I only beg you... to give me a quick death."