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    ## Chapter 342: First Arrival at the Great Abyss

    The Great Abyss Middle Region, the Ancient Battlefield, Wanmo Mountain Valley.

    Inside a gloomy, pitch-black cave, a few spatial fluctuations abruptly appeared, with the void subtly distorting.

    Buzz!

    A twisting, deep blue light gate materialized on a stone platform resembling an altar, with spatial water-attribute formation patterns rippling around it.

    The deep blue light gate gently shook, and a young man in tattered blue robes squeezed out from within, staggering before finally landing on the formation platform.

    The blue-robed youth looked around the empty, cold cave, taking a small breath of relief.

    After scanning with his divine sense, Lu Changan sat down on the ground.

    Crack!

    The tattered robes shattered, turning into powder.

    Strong muscles revealed multiple injuries caused by spatial compression.

    Even his head had more than half its hair melted away, creating a “bald spot” on the top.

    Luckily, these were non-lethal injuries.

    “Successfully arrived at the Great Abyss, a good start.”

    Lu Changan touched his smooth scalp, ignoring the damage to his appearance. The top priority was to quickly recover his strength and adapt to the new environment.

    While traversing the formation passage, Lu Changan faced spatial chaos and compression.

    The higher one’s individual strength, the stronger the spatial chaos generated within the passage.

    It was like the sea creatures—the waves caused by a whale are far greater than those by a normal fish.

    Fortunately, Lu Changan possessed a strong physical body, ample reserves of treasures and talismans, and his Longqing Gong (Evergreen Cultivation Technique) offered powerful self-healing.

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    Therefore, the injuries he sustained while crossing the spatial passage were much lighter than those suffered by the three from Tinghai Pavilion back then.

    During the recovery process, Lu Changan sent out a puppet clone to explore and guard the gloomy cave.

    Lu Changan didn’t deploy the Di Yan Shu (Earth Rock Rat).

    Because, like the Di Yan Shu, he was a newcomer to the Great Abyss, and the foreign aura on them clashed with the local environment.

    The various major regions of the Tianheng Continent had vastly different celestial environments.

    Daqing was located inland.

    The Great Abyss, on the other hand, was a coastal region, separated by a considerable distance.

    Different soil nourishes different people, and the aura of cultivators also varied slightly.

    Upon first arriving in the Great Abyss, if he didn’t eliminate this foreign aura, he would easily be noticed by knowledgeable cultivators.

    After his mana and injuries healed, Lu Changan brought out several divination objects.

    He performed divination again, seeking good fortune.

    Due to the change in territory, the celestial fate and luck were drastically different.

    The initial calculation took several times longer.

    The final divination result was overall positive.

    The original ominous sign had changed to uncertain.

    While not the most ideal “turning misfortune into fortune,” Lu Changan was satisfied, as it met his expectations.

    This divination indicated that he had escaped the threat from Daqing.

    His current location was within the Great Abyss Middle Region, a forbidden area within the ancient battlefield, Wanmo Mountain Valley.

    Such a region was inherently dangerous, and even a Nascent Soul Zhen Jun (Nascent Soul True Monarch) wouldn’t dare take it lightly.

    The terrain, regions, and resource distribution of the Great Abyss and Daqing differed greatly.

    The Middle Region of Daqing was highly developed in terms of cultivation civilization, with numerous spiritual veins.

    The surrounding areas were relatively barren. For example, the Endless Desert where Fengyuan Country was located, was situated on the northern edge of Daqing.

    The Great Abyss Middle Region was the opposite.

    Its center contained many ruins, one of the ancient battlefields of the Tianheng Continent, with the lowest quality spiritual veins.

    It was said that at the very heart of the Great Abyss lay a bottomless abyss, where some supreme ancient demons were suppressed and slaughtered during ancient times.

    In the Great Abyss, the areas with the richest spiritual veins were actually along the coast.

    That was the territory controlled by the “Tinghai Pavilion,” which once held dominion, and now by the Sixteen Sects of the Sea.

    Completely eliminating the foreign aura would take at least two or three months.

    Lu Changan settled in a concealed cave within the Wanmo Mountain Valley, refraining from exploring the outside world to avoid unnecessary trouble.

    While adjusting his aura, Lu Changan observed the formation platform where he stood. It was surrounded by eight ancient formation pillars, each containing smelted spatial treasures.

    While there were spatial nodes in both the Great Abyss and Daqing, enabling mutual travel, there was a primary and secondary distinction.

    The Great Abyss side was the origin and core of the spatial formation, its main foundation.

    “If I want to repair the formation passage, I have to start from the Great Abyss side. Moreover, the main formation here can actively shut down the spatial passage.”

    Combining his knowledge from Shahai Zhen Jun’s memories with his current observations, Lu Changan confirmed some favorable news.

    Even if a very low possibility occurred, with cultivators in Daqing discovering the spatial node, not only would they be unable to traverse it with Nascent Soul True Monarchs, but they would also be unable to repair it from that side.

    Lu Changan studied the formation for a while and deactivated the spatial water-attribute formation at this location, reducing energy consumption and extending its lifespan.

    Reactivating the formation required the specific incantations of the Tinghai Pavilion.

    “The formation passage on the Daqing side is no longer operational.”

    Lu Changan’s face lit up with joy, his heart finally at ease.

    As long as he didn’t actively go back, the crisis in Daqing, including Qingmu Zhen Jun, wouldn’t be able to threaten him.

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    The two regions were separated by an immense distance.

    The connection between the Longqing Dao Fruit (Evergreen Dao Fruit) had completely severed its effect.

    After arriving at the Great Abyss, Lu Changan considered a scenario:

    What if, by bad luck, there was someone like Qingmu Zhen Jun in the Great Abyss?

    However, the Great Abyss region was several times larger than Qingzhou.

    Even if there were a similar figure, Lu Changan had a wider area to maneuver. As long as he didn’t breakthrough his cultivation, he would be harder to detect.

    Moreover, the connection between the Longqing Dao Fruit was stronger when the cultivation levels were closer, leading to more effective results in devouring each other’s Dao Fruits.

    Higher-level individuals devouring lower-level ones yielded significantly diminished lifespan extension benefits.

    “Qingmu Zhen Jun? Such an understated Dao name, it’s truly deceptive…”

    Lu Changan was grateful that he had made a decisive withdrawal.

    Qingmu Zhen Jun was definitely an old fox.

    Unfortunately, he didn’t manage to gather much information due to the hasty retreat.

    Lu Changan lacked adequate knowledge of Qingmu Zhen Jun’s background, strength, and methods.

    However, the person who killed Fulong Zhen Jun possessed a similar strength to Xuefu Wang (Blood Bat King). That kind of power was beyond what Lu Changan could handle.

    Fortunately, when he had specific range-based contact with Qingmu Zhen Jun, he was in the territory of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance.

    Ultimately, Lu Changan disappeared within the Seven Kingdoms Alliance, severing the connection.

    This was highly misleading.

    It would make Qingmu Zhen Jun believe that the opportunity lay within the Seven Kingdoms Alliance and focus on investigating wood-attribute cultivators who practice longevity cultivation.

    Lu Changan didn’t know that this misdirection caused Qingmu Zhen Jun to remain within the Seven Kingdoms Alliance for many years.

    It would even affect the future situation of the demonic path war in the Seven Kingdoms Alliance.

    Two months later.

    The foreign aura on Lu Changan and his two spirit pets had diminished significantly, gradually blending into the celestial environment of the Great Abyss.

    During this period, his divine sense inspected the surrounding hundred miles of the cave.

    He found that the cave containing the spatial node not only had formation barriers, but the surrounding mountain rocks and materials had been artificially smelted, blocking divine sense perception.

    The formation platform and the four formation pillars were crafted using materials of the fourth level or above. The pillars, in particular, contained spatial treasures.

    However, the array patterns on both had minor flaws. With Lu Changan’s current formation expertise, it was impossible to repair them normally.

    But Shahai Zhen Jun, who was a fourth-level formation master in his lifetime, had studied the formations extensively and formulated a rough repair plan. The main issue was the lack of materials, preventing further repair.

    Gazing at those four formation pillars, Lu Changan felt a sense of familiarity. He reached out and took out a broken and damaged section of a pillar, with blurred and faded formation patterns on it.

    This was the “Lingxu Ancient Pillar,” a precious material Shahai Zhen Jun had obtained from the vicinity of an ancient relic.

    After checking his spoils, Lu Changan sealed it.

    The Lingxu Ancient Pillar was forged with even rarer spatial treasures. It could sense locations across vast spatial distances and even transmit messages.

    Lu Changan discovered that the Lingxu Ancient Pillar and the four formation pillars shared similar crafting techniques.

    While the Lingxu Ancient Pillar was essentially ruined, its material was even more valuable.

    Lu Changan kept it for two purposes.

    First, as a backup material for future formation repairs.

    Second, to craft treasures or high-level puppets, enhancing spatial abilities.

    However, Lu Changan was worried about wasting such precious spatial materials. His crafting and puppetry skills were lacking.

    After another six or seven days.

    The foreign aura had mostly dissipated. Lu Changan released the Di Yan Shu and sent it out with the puppet to explore within a radius of several hundred miles.

    “Hmm? This aura…”

    Lu Changan suddenly opened his eyes and looked in a certain direction within the Wanmo Mountain Valley.

    Just a moment ago, he had sensed a subtle spatial fluctuation coming from a distance.

    If not for the fact that he had integrated his fourth life, with senses exceeding that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, and his experience in traversing spatial passages, it would have been easily ignored.

    Seven hundred miles away.

    Above a forbidden area in the Wanmo Mountain Valley.

    Sssshh!

    The unstable void abruptly tore open a transparent spatial crack, with a bottomless black interior radiating chaotic spatial aura.

    In the depths of the Wanmo Mountain Valley, certain dangerous zones occasionally experienced spatial cracks.

    Because of the earth-shattering battles during ancient times, they caused damage to the surrounding spatial barriers, making them relatively weaker and unstable compared to the external space.

    At this moment, an unbelievable sight unfolded.

    The torn spatial crack revealed a young man protected by a white crystal-like glow.

    Thump!

    The young man landed clumsily on the ground, the white crystal-like glow slowly dissipating, and the spatial crack above his head quickly sealed itself.

    “Sigh, my cultivation is too weak, I just wanted to spend a few more years in my sect’s secret realm, why would they throw me into a spatial crack so rudely…”

    The young man nonchalantly stood up, patted his green silk shirt, and quickly scanned the surroundings with his light-green eyes.

    He extended his palm, clutching an ancient, dark-colored token with a “Heaven” character engraved in its center.

    “Yuanzhou (Abyss Region)? Testing me in this kind of wicked place?”

    “Demon suppression mission? Ridiculous! I still need to rely on personal means to achieve Nascent Soul.”

    Jing Wufeng’s expression changed, clenching his teeth in frustration, as he put away the Heaven Token.

    The first step of the trial required him to achieve Nascent Soul in a specific region, completing a highly challenging task.

    Only by excelling in that region, would he be eligible for the next round of competition.

    “Well! Yuanzhou is by the sea, I’ve never seen the scenery of the ocean, it’s a good opportunity.”

    Jing Wufeng no longer pondered over it, and soared into the air with a burst of light, following the map embedded within the Heaven Token, choosing a direction and flying towards the edge of the Wanmo Mountain Valley.

    He didn’t realize that his foreign aura, traversing through the forbidden area in the Great Abyss Middle Region, quickly attracted the attention of potential threats.

    A large crack opened up on a patch of black soil where Jing Wufeng flew over, revealing a huge demonic claw shrouded in black energy.

    Boom!

    Demonic light and gale-force winds arrived in an instant, with a terrifying black claw strike brushing past Jing Wufeng’s figure in the sky.

    The attack had the power of a fourth-level beast king from the Beast King Valley and was incredibly fast.

    Jing Wufeng’s body instantly shattered, turning into countless light fragments.

    “Demonized creature!”

    On the hillside dozens of feet away, a gentle breeze stirred, and Jing Wufeng’s figure reappeared as if teleported, his expression darkening.

    His figure blurred and disappeared, leaving behind swirling wind shadows.

    Sssshh!

    Numerous transparent thread-like blades, accompanied by spatial fluctuations, enveloped a radius of a hundred feet.

    After dozens of breaths, a shadowy beast resembling a tiger-cat, ten feet tall, collapsed on the black earth stained with demonic blood.

    Jing Wufeng swiftly struck, easily chopping off a massive demonic claw the size of a fan.

    He admired the near-fourth-level material claw, his expression relaxed, as he nodded and smiled:

    “My first loot in the Great Abyss, to serve as a memento.”

    I didn’t get enough sleep these past few days, and the outline was not well-thought-out. I’ll write a little less today.

    (End of Chapter)

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