CHAPTER 1822: CHAPTER 674: HUNDRED CROWS GHOST FOREST, TO WOOD HEAVEN PLAIN 2

Splash!

Where Luo Chen’s gaze landed, a lively red fish jumped out of the river, splashing layers of red waves.

It was the Fourth-Order Fire Spirit.

Perhaps because Luo Chen saved the Silver-White Fire Python, this red fish, also a Fire Spirit, had greatly increased its friendliness towards him, often swimming nearby lately, absorbing some of the pure Fire Spirit Energy leaking from the Five Elements Lotus Stand.

Looking at the red fish, a thought stirred in Luo Chen’s mind.

A wisp of green flame appeared at his fingertips.

Prosperity and Decline True Fire, he had refined it for decades, nearly a century.

Having absorbed a large amount of Demon Beasts’ vitality, it could be considered deeply profound.

This time in the Blazing Refinement Prison, he also swallowed seven Low Order Sourceless Fires and a Fourth-Order Sky-Burning Fire, which theoretically should have increased its power.

But due to hasty swallowing, he hadn’t yet fully mastered its power, leading to unimpressive performance in the battle against Jiao Emperor Liu Jun.

"It shouldn’t be like this."

Murmuring, Luo Chen fell into deep thought.

He began to reflect on the battle with Jiao Emperor Liu Jun.

Even though Liu Jun was injured and lacked home ground advantage, Luo Chen still fell into disadvantage in direct confrontation, even needing to resort to the act of a gecko losing its tail.

Such results were unacceptable to him.

What was the reason?

...

Half a month later.

Luo Chen still sat by the Great River.

In the magma river below, a azure fire tree was sprawling its branches, letting the red fish Fire Spirit roll waves of magma to pour over the branches.

The azure fire tree showed no sign of avoiding, but rather felt immensely comfortable.

Every now and then, it would release wisps of green flame to tease the red fish, causing it to let out inexplicable laughter.

This close relationship, maybe Luo Chen could devour and refine it without it knowing!

Luo Chen certainly wouldn’t do such a thing.

For now, the Withering and Flourishing Fire Spirit had reached its limit in both quantity and quality of the Sourceless Fire it could devour, and further progress would be beyond his control.

While controlling the Prosperity and Decline True Fire to play and tease the red fish, Luo Chen engaged in Divine Consciousness Voice Transmission with Han Zhan.

The conversation clearly concerned the matter that had troubled Luo Chen for the past half month.

"The technique remains exquisite, the Magic Item was used perfectly, in terms of grasping the battle opportunities and utilizing the battlefield, there’s none better..."

Han Zhan meticulously analyzed for Luo Chen.

Finally coming to a conclusion.

"In that battle, you did nothing seriously wrong."

Seeing the sorrow hanging on Luo Chen’s face, Han Zhan sighed, "Why be so hard on yourself? To be able to retreat from a Nascent Soul True Master, if word spread, the entire Immortal Cultivation World would be shaken. Acting like this, how would those established Golden Core Cultivators be able to cope?"

Luo Chen forced a smile, his tone low, "I just felt that I could have done better in that battle, but I don’t know where the problem was."

"Maybe there was no problem." Han Zhan disagreed, saying seriously, "That Liu Jun is no weakling, a survivor of the Demon Battle; even if my physical body were intact, facing him the outcome would be uncertain. If it were at sea, defeat would be inevitable for me!"

These words were comforting, but also truthful.

Liu Jun, a generation Jiao Emperor, excelled at several techniques that involve controlling water energy.

Back then, when the Blood Independent Cultivator, known to compare to a Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, hunted him in Oblivion Sea, Liu Jun managed to escape.

That alone showed his capabilities.

Luo Chen smirked, merely saying, "Predecessor is too modest," then remained silent.

Suddenly.

Luo Chen looked up, seeing a Glint approaching.

It was Tian Xuan.

Behind Tian Xuan was a strong aura black-clad cultivator.

Whoosh!

The wind howled, and Tian Xuan landed.

"Master..."

Luo Chen raised his hand, interrupting Tian Xuan, then coldly gazing at the intruder.

The black-clad cultivator, upon sensing Luo Chen’s presence, froze in place, then his eyes fell onto the Five-Colored Lotus Dias beneath Luo Chen.

He opened his mouth, showing a wildly joyful expression.

"Top-grade Five Elements Lotus Platform!"

"This treasure will be mine!"

Saying this, he kicked his Flying Sword, emanating potent killing intent towards Luo Chen.

Almost without any words, the cultivator’s treasure plundering was simple and direct.

Luo Chen had considered encountering others in the Land of Fallen Demons, but didn’t expect either the previous Chi Shi Upper Master group or this Golden Core Eighth Layer black-clad cultivator to be so pure.

Taking someone else’s belonging, not even bothering with the false claim of "this treasure has fate with me."

It could be said that the isolated Land of Fallen Demons magnified people’s baseness, whether human or demon, no one bothered to pretend.

Including Luo Chen himself!

Facing the shrieking Flying Sword, Luo Chen’s expression remained unchanged, merely stretching out his left hand.

Seeing a Golden Core Sixth Layer cultivator acting this way, the black-clad cultivator sneered.

"Courting death, my Tai Xuan Acute Pulse Sword is refined from Sky-Defying Evil Qi and a large amount of Geng Gold, sharp and peerless, even common defense Magic Items can scarcely resist. You, junior, dare try to catch it barehanded... catch it barehanded."

A look of shock appeared on his face.

Because the white jade-like left hand lightly gripped the sword tip.

No matter how the black-clad cultivator urged his Qi Power, the so-called Tai Xuan Acute Pulse Sword remained motionless under the terrifying force.

"How is this possible!"

He roared inwardly in disbelief.

Soon after, he saw the Red-Robed Daoist’s right hand forming a seal, finally unfolding his fingers into a palm, pushing horizontally.

A massive green hand imprint roared forth.

The black-clad cultivator hurriedly performed defense techniques, but under that green hand imprint, all defenses equated to nothing.

Even when he lastly took out a Lower Grade Defense Magic Item, a wisp of green flame adhered to it, causing the defense Magic Item, in the helpless gaze of the black-clad cultivator, to dim its Spirit Light, as if losing vitality.