Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1651 If you're so capable, come down and try!

Liu Biehan, Ziyang Divine Venerable, and their group were still waiting anxiously for Su Fan to emerge from seclusion in the Demon Sun Immortal City.

This wait lasted for almost half a year, and every moment that passed felt like torture for them.

Meanwhile, the epic battle of the Yuanmang constellation had already reached a stalemate.

The human race's situation is becoming increasingly difficult, and their passive position is worsening day by day.

The war has been raging for over a year, and each battlefield is like a giant meat grinder that devours lives.

Countless human cultivators rushed into the fray, only to be annihilated by the flames of war in an instant, leaving not even a trace behind.

Of course, the demons also suffered heavy casualties, far exceeding those of the humans.

However, they had already made thorough preparations, and the cultivators from various demon races were endless and inexhaustible.

Such a war of attrition is only a matter of time for the demons; they can afford it and they can hold out for it.

The tide of battle was turning against them, and Liu Biehan and Ziyang Shenzun could no longer suppress their anxiety. How long would this wait last?

They finally made up their minds and began to contact the God of No Thoughts of the Great World, hoping to find Su Fan's exact whereabouts through some means.

The human race desperately needs someone capable of turning the tide, and Liu Biehan and Ziyang Divine Lord are no exception.

Only now, as the battle situation in the Yuanmang constellation becomes increasingly dire, do those old guys in the Great World truly realize how difficult and extraordinary the human cultivators' battle in Xuan Guangtian was.

They finally understood that if Su Fan hadn't appeared out of nowhere and turned the tide, Xuan Guangtian would probably be in the same predicament as other human planes invaded by the demons, trapped in an irrecoverable passive situation with no chance of recovery.

So when they received the report from Liu Biehan and Ziyang Shenzun, those old guys from the Great World who usually sat calmly on the sidelines finally couldn't sit still anymore.

They were well aware that their current predicament was not a dead end.

This epic battle was a protracted war of attrition, in which neither side could achieve a decisive victory in a short period of time.

Without a stalemate lasting for decades or even centuries, there's no way to talk about ending the war.

Although the demons currently hold the initiative on the battlefield, with the full mobilization of the human race's various planes, more and more human cultivators will continuously rush to the aid of various battlefields.

Given time, the situation on the battlefield may well be reversed.

Despite the current predicament of the human race on the battlefield, the old guys in the Great World have not yet lost their composure.

They knew that as long as they held onto the invaded planes and protected the last foundation of humanity, the war could still be fought, and there was even hope of turning the tide.

What truly caused them immense anxiety and unease was the pressure from the powerful figures in the Yuanmang constellation.

The great battle had just begun when the leaders of the Daoist sects in the upper realms successively issued several decrees, ordering them to launch a powerful counterattack against the demons and reverse the passive situation.

When news of Xuan Guangtian's complete victory over the human race arrived, the old guys in the Great World, eager to claim credit, couldn't wait to report the good news to the human race's Daoist sect in the Upper Realm.

Upon seeing this, the powerful figures of the human race's Daoist sect in the upper realm indeed issued a decree to commend them and sent a large number of rare cultivation resources unique to the upper realm to help the human race in the lower realm fight against the demon race.

But who would have thought that after Xuan Guangtian's great victory, the human race in the lower realm of the Yuanmang constellation never achieved a decent victory on the battlefield again, let alone reproduced its former glory.

Recently, the Daoist sects of the Upper Realm have issued several decrees, each one increasingly harsh in wording, their rebukes evident in their pronouncements.

At this point, the old guys at the Great World truly understood what it meant to shoot yourself in the foot, and were filled with regret and anxiety.

It was at this critical juncture of life and death that they finally realized the importance of Su Fan.

That extraordinary genius who could single-handedly turn the tide of the entire battlefield is the true hope of humanity.

If the human race in the lower realm of the Yuanmang constellation wanted to break the stalemate and create an opening on the battlefield, no one but Su Fan could do it.

But at this most critical moment, Su Fan vanished without a trace, as if he had evaporated into thin air.

The old guys in the Great World have been driven to a dead end by the pressure from the Upper Realm, and they have no way out.

No matter the cost, they must win another major victory in the near future in order to barely cope with the big shots of the Upper Realm Daoist sect.

As dusk deepened, the twilight glowed like a rosy cloud, and the thin clouds in the sky were dyed as if burning with fire. The magnificent sunset spread across the sky and slowly descended.

Looking up, the distant mountains and nearby peaks were bathed in layers of rosy light, and half of the forest was covered with a warm and intense crimson hue. The setting sun sank heavily in the west, languidly disappearing behind the mountainside, and the remaining warmth gradually dissipated.

At this moment, Su Fan was hovering above a vast mountain range, his clothes fluttering in the evening breeze, his aura completely concealed.

Since leaving Gemstone City, he has been wandering among the nearby mountains and valleys, searching for a secluded hiding place.

It wasn't that he was afraid of anything; he was just tired of being harassed and bothered. He just wanted to find a quiet place in this remote and sparsely populated area to go into seclusion and avoid those who were searching for him.

Su Fan knew perfectly well that Xuan Guangtian's great victory was something that the human cultivators on other battlefields could not replicate.

He knew all too well that with the battle in the Yuanmang constellation now at a stalemate, those old guys in the Great World would be desperate and would frantically search for him, wanting him to continue fighting for them and turn the tide of the war for humanity.

In the past, Su Fan might have felt some pity for human cultivators who were displaced and suffering during the war.

But now, his mindset has quietly changed.

Perhaps it was because he had been a heretical cultivator for many years that his mind had been hardened and that his compassion for humanity had long been worn away by the daily deceit and treachery.

Or perhaps it was a sentence from the old witch inside Wei Xiaomo that was deeply imprinted in his heart.

That is, it is not a good thing for a world to be at peace for too long.

Honestly, that sentence had a huge impact on Su Fan.

He gradually came to understand that in this cruel world of cultivation, peace was always just a fleeting accident, while war, slaughter, and the survival of the fittest were the eternal mainstream.

The Yuanmang constellation is like this; it has lived in peace for too long, and has long since sheathed its weapons and let its horses graze freely.

The human cultivators throughout the constellation gradually forgot the cruel nature of the cultivation world and lost their vigilance and sharpness in dealing with crises.

This great battle is the best proof that the demons had long been well-prepared and launched a surprise attack with a resolute attitude and unstoppable momentum.

However, the human race suffered repeated defeats due to insufficient preparation and misjudging the situation in the early stages of the war.

This also led to the ensuing war in over a hundred human planes, resulting in countless deaths and widespread carnage, a truly horrific sight.

The war has been going on for over a year, and the human race has only just begun to adapt to the brutal pace of the battle. However, the losses incurred in the early stages are already irreparable.

Therefore, in Su Fan's view, it might not be a bad thing for the human race of the Yuanmang constellation to experience more baptism of war.

Despite the heavy casualties and enormous costs at this moment, this great battle will ultimately allow humanity to weed out the weak and eliminate the weak who grew up in a greenhouse, leaving behind the truly strong who can withstand the trials.

Just like every piece of refined steel, it is made from an ordinary piece of scrap iron, which is forged through countless fires and hammerings to achieve its sharpness.

Sometimes, he would even think of that indomitable nation from his previous life, which had also been on the verge of national subjugation and extinction countless times.

Yet that great nation always manages to rise from the ashes in dire straits and stand once again at the top of the world.

Ultimately, it is because this nation has experienced far too much suffering and hardship.

Looking back at history, it is full of cruelty and sorrow, but those hardships were also a process of racial selection.

After all, no one who can survive in such an extremely harsh environment is an ordinary person.

Even Su Fan himself was unaware that his way of thinking was becoming increasingly monstrous.

He became increasingly indifferent to life, and even when faced with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he didn't even blink.

Fortunately, having lived two lives, Su Fan had already established his own values ​​and beliefs when he transmigrated to this cultivation world.

Although his compassionate sentiments have faded, his bottom line has never wavered in the slightest.

Thinking this, Su Fan shook his head, dispelling all the jumbled thoughts in his mind. Finding a suitable hiding place was the most important thing right now; other trivial matters didn't need to be considered.

His eyes suddenly narrowed, and his divine sense spread out without reservation.

In the blink of an eye, the vast mountains and rivers within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, even the slightest rustling of wind and grass, were clearly reflected in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Suddenly, his gaze locked onto a distant range of towering mountains.

When he scanned the area with his divine sense just now, he clearly sensed that the depths of that mountain were filled with countless caves, crisscrossing each other, and many of them even led directly to the depths of the earth thousands of meters below.

A flicker of interest flashed in Su Fan's eyes, and with a swift movement, he vanished from his spot like a ghost.

When he reappeared, he was already hovering above the mountain, his clothes fluttering, and his aura was still perfectly concealed.

He slowly descended, landing in front of a hidden cave entrance. With a flick of his finger, a gray-black spiritual light flashed, and the Yaksha appeared before him, exuding a chilling aura.

"Yaksha greets my lord..."

"Quickly lead your ghostly soldiers and generals to investigate the layout of all the caves in this area, without making any mistakes..."

Su Fan's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.

For a Yaksha, a being of the yin spirit form, traversing dark and damp caves and exploring the terrain is a piece of cake, far more convenient than for human cultivators.

In a short while, the Yaksha reappeared and transmitted a clear thought into Su Fan's sea of ​​consciousness.

In an instant, the cave network, branching paths, and deep underground scenery within the entire mountain range appeared clearly in Su Fan's mind like a three-dimensional map, without any omissions.

Su Fan closed his eyes, quickly scanned the map in his mind, and after confirming that it was correct, he stepped straight into the entrance of the cave.

Following the route in his mind, he ventured deeper and deeper, traversing crisscrossing side passages, and finally arrived at the deepest part of the cave.

It was a spacious, flat, and enormous cave, with a faint, eerie glow emanating from the rock walls, so quiet that you could hear your own breathing.

Su Fan found a relatively flat boulder, sat down cross-legged, and then snapped his fingers with a "snap".

A thick, gray-black mist enveloped his entire body, carrying a chilling and eerie aura that rapidly spread outwards.

In a short time, not only was the huge underground cave completely enveloped, but all the caves that spread like a spider web throughout the entire mountain were also covered by this gray-black mist, turning it into a gloomy and eerie evil spirit domain.

Looking at the surrounding evil spirits and feeling the power that he controlled everything within his domain, Su Fan couldn't help but sneer.

Even if those old guys really found this place, who would dare to rashly trespass into my evil spirit domain?

It should be noted that in the entire lower realm of the Yuanmang constellation, no human cultivator has ever managed to enter his evil spirit domain unscathed.

Those people would probably be corrupted and tainted by the evil spirits within the Dharma Domain before they even got close to this underground cave, eventually turning into a hideous and terrifying monster and becoming a puppet of the evil spirit realm.

When the time comes, I will pretend to be in seclusion here, and you can come down and try if you dare.

At this moment, in a luxuriously decorated courtyard filled with spiritual energy in the Immortal City of Demon Sun.

Meanwhile, in a luxuriously decorated courtyard filled with spiritual energy in the Immortal City of Demon Sun.

In a quiet and secluded retreat, Liu Biehan and Ziyang Divine Venerable, along with more than ten other Nascent Soul Realm veterans from the Great World, sat cross-legged.

The atmosphere inside the room was so oppressive it was almost frozen. The air seemed to be filled with heavy anxiety. Every old monster's face was covered with an unyielding solemnity, their brows were furrowed, and their aura carried a hint of impatience and restlessness.

These days, they have been waiting for Su Fan to emerge from seclusion, guarding the Demon Sun Immortal City day and night, unable to eat or sleep.

The composure and calmness of the past have long since vanished, and the patience in my heart has been worn away by the day-to-day waiting.

They had already ordered all sects in Zhengyuan Heaven to send out a large number of cultivators to conduct a thorough search for Su Fan's whereabouts, turning the entire Zhengyuan Heaven plane upside down.

In the end, they still gained nothing, failing to even detect a trace of Su Fan's presence.

There was no way around it; Zheng Yuan Tian was too vast, with crisscrossing mountains and rivers and countless secret realms. As long as Su Fan could find a secluded place to hide, finding him would be like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Moreover, Su Fan was already a great cultivator in the late stage of the Integration Realm, with unfathomable cultivation and the ability to control his aura at will.

Ordinary divination techniques are simply insufficient to glimpse even a trace of his secrets, let alone pinpoint his location.

Now that things have come to this, they have no other choice but to wait anxiously for news from the wider world.

In the lower realm of Yuanmang Star, the Great World's long history and profound heritage are far beyond what other realms can match.

If even the great masters of divination in the Great World cannot predict Su Fan's destiny, then they can only continue to wait aimlessly.

Just as everyone fell silent and their anxiety grew stronger, a hurried voice came from outside the retreat.

"Senior brother... news has arrived from the Great World..."

Before the words were finished, a Nascent Soul cultivator dressed in the robes of a major world sect hurriedly pushed open the door and entered, his expression showing a mixture of eagerness and joy.

Upon hearing this, Liu Biehan, Ziyang Shenzun, and the others were all shaken and quickly stood up from the ground. A glimmer of hope instantly appeared on their originally solemn faces.

Liu Biehan flashed forward and rushed to the cultivator in a few steps, grabbing his arm tightly, his voice urgent and trembling.

"Quickly... do you have any news about Su Fan...?"

The cultivator felt a slight pain from being gripped, but dared not delay for the slightest and quickly nodded in response.

"Yes... the senior brothers from the Great World have already calculated that kid's exact location..."

These words were like a gentle rain, instantly dispelling the oppressive atmosphere and anxiety in the room.

The solemn expressions on the faces of the dozen or so Nascent Soul Realm elders faded away, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, their fatigue and anxiety from the past few days dissipating considerably.

"Good...good..." Ziyang God laughed heartily, waved his hand, and spoke decisively.

"What are we waiting for... Let's go, find that kid as soon as possible..."

After saying that, he turned around first, strode out of the study, his body surging with spiritual energy, and in an instant he was out of the courtyard.

Liu Biehan and the other old monsters didn't dare to delay either, and followed closely behind, leaving behind only the empty mansion, with a few lingering solemn atmospheres.

As the sun sets behind the western mountains, the evening glow is as red as blood.

In the distance, on the horizon, a half-sun, as red as blood, was slowly sinking. The molten gold glow faded, replaced by a thick, blood-red hue that breathtakingly dyed the entire sky.

At this moment, several figures quietly appeared in front of the Gemstone Shop.

Several cultivators who appeared to be independent practitioners were entering the market in twos and threes.

They appeared indifferent, their steps seemingly casual, yet their eyes were sharp. Pretending not to know each other, they patrolled back and forth on the streets of the market.

Every time I passed a shop, I would push open the door and pretend to browse, but my eyes would secretly scan every corner of the shop, as if searching for something.

A short while later, the group finished exploring the entire market. Without lingering, they quietly left the market and sped off towards a residence hundreds of thousands of miles away.

The houses were arranged in a well-organized manner, with blue bricks and gray tiles revealing the heritage of a cultivation family. It was the old residence of the cultivation family that ran the gem shop.

By this time, the sky had completely darkened, the night was as black as ink, and all around was silent.

Only the chilly autumn wind howled by, cold as a knife, scraping across the eaves of the courtyard, making a soft whistling sound.

The leader stopped in his tracks, his aura subtly concealed, and he looked up at the tranquil courtyard in the distance.

A hint of violence quietly surfaced deep in his eyes. Against the backdrop of the pitch-black sky, his originally black pupils slowly turned into a deep brown, exuding an inhuman eeriness.

(End of this chapter)