Chương 2182: Vị cách linh tài rơi vào tay (4K)

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Hoắc Vũ Hằng và Tiền Thư Lan exchanged glances, their gazes fixed intently on Chen Fei’s body, filled with suspicion and curiosity as they studied him.

Before them, the chaotic battlefield-like scene was sealed off by over ten peak-stage Immortal Eradication experts, their overwhelming auras clashing violently, forming an airtight barrier around the core area.

They couldn’t fathom how Chen Fei, in this dire situation, still had such tricks up his sleeve—how he could turn the tide of the seemingly stagnant battle.

Chen Fei remained calm, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he slowly raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers pressed together. Though no visible light emanated from his fingertips, there was an unspoken, razor-sharp intent—an aura so sharp it seemed capable of piercing through the barriers of time itself.

Chen Fei’s voice broke the silence:

“This technique is called ‘Nine Dungeons Severing the Heavenly Path.’ I obtained an incomplete version of it in the depths of a forbidden realm. After refining it with my lifespan essence, I finally comprehended its essence.”

He paused briefly, his thumb pressing down with even greater precision, the intent behind his gesture growing sharper.

“Its core lies not in defense, but in ‘severance’—cutting off the connection between all things and the Heavenly Dao, disrupting the fundamental laws and original harmony, even severing the invisible threads linking the target to the profound depths of the Heavenly Dao itself!”

Hoắc Vũ Hằng and Tiền Thư Lan’s minds raced. In an instant, they sensed the abnormality in the spatial distortions around Chen Fei’s fingertip—something they, as peak-stage Immortal Eradication cultivators, could clearly perceive. The energy fluctuations within the barrier were unlike anything they had encountered before, even in the Black Tortoise Realm’s inheritance. It carried a wild, almost defiant aura.

It wasn’t destruction, but a forced obstruction—a severance of the target’s connection to the surrounding Heavenly Dao essence, its laws of motion, and even the high Heavenly Dao itself.

In the Black Tortoise Realm, severing an opponent’s connection to the Heavenly Dao was useful, but because of the indestructible Black Tortoise Spirit’s interference, the effect was often unpredictable, making it a technique that peak-stage cultivators rarely studied.

Hoắc Vũ Hằng and Tiền Thư Lan’s thoughts shifted rapidly. Recalling Chen Fei’s earlier display of a near-magical sensitivity to the Ling Talisman, a vague idea flashed through their minds.

*Could it be… that Chen Fei intends to use this technique to shatter the Heavenly Dao fragment?*

But how? How could he possibly execute such a plan under the watchful eyes of over ten peak-stage cultivators?

Chen Fei’s gaze pierced through the chaotic energy fluctuations, locking onto the scattered fragments of the Heavenly Dao in the fifteenth-grade Void Core energy aura.

His voice, deep and resonant, echoed:

“I intend to use this technique to sever the connection between the Heavenly Dao fragment and the core essence of this forbidden realm—not to seize it, but to create a ripple. A ripple that may trigger a chain reaction.”

He added after a pause, “To achieve this, the technique must be executed outside the spatial barrier. By applying force externally and inducing change internally, that is the superior approach.”

Hoắc Vũ Hằng’s brows furrowed instantly, his expression grave. “Sever the connection between the Heavenly Dao fragment and the forbidden realm’s essence? That link is as delicate as the bond between a cultivator’s soul and their Dantian. One wrong move, and the backlash could be catastrophic.”

Chen Fei nodded slightly. “I don’t need to take action myself, nor do I intend to fully sever the connection. A mere tremor is enough to disrupt the balance.”

His gaze swept over the distant energy currents like a deep ocean, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Once this ripple spreads, the deadlock will shatter, and chaos will erupt.”

Tiền Thư Lan’s eyes flashed with brilliance. After a moment of contemplation, she spoke with certainty:

“Executing the technique from outside the barrier allows for both attack and defense. Even if we fail, we won’t expose ourselves prematurely. It’s worth the gamble. Vũ Hằng, what do you think?”

She turned to Hoắc Vũ Hằng, seeking his agreement.

Hoắc Vũ Hằng hesitated briefly before nodding. “Very well. Chen Fei, proceed. We’ll protect you here. If needed, we can lend our strength or coordinate our techniques.”

Chen Fei’s lips curled slightly. “Thank you for your protection, seniors. The technique is within my control—I don’t need your assistance.”

Before his words faded, the space beneath his feet collapsed. In an instant, the layered spatial stairs vanished, burying him in a sea of ink-like darkness as he vanished without a trace.

Outside the spatial barrier, within the frigid, desolate void, Chen Fei’s past self materialized.

He passed through his own body like a phantom, standing at the edge of the raging spatial chaos. His gaze pierced through the distorted layers of space, catching a glimpse of the dazzling energy within—the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, dragged along by the swirling currents of countless cultivators.

At the same time, within the spatial barrier, Chen Fei’s true self stood motionless, his pupils reflecting the boundless emptiness.

For a fleeting moment, the world around him seemed to freeze. The chaotic energy surged, and even the peak-stage cultivators felt a sudden, absolute stillness.

Only Chen Fei remained unfazed. Beneath the suppression of the *Six Severing* and *Blue Lotus* techniques, his mind raced, analyzing the spatial distortions and the flow of rules around the Heavenly Dao fragment.

His consciousness expanded, processing vast amounts of spatial data and rule-based information like a flood. After a moment, his eyes sharpened—he had found it!

Hidden deep within the chaos was a critical point—a spatial coordinate, like the gatekeeper of a hidden realm.

Chen Fei’s thoughts stirred. In an instant, his past self emerged from the depths of the spatial barrier.

The *Nine Dungeons Severing the Heavenly Path* technique condensed into a hair-thin thread of black energy, sharp as a blade and as dark as ink. It wasn’t aimed at the Heavenly Dao fragment itself, but at a seemingly undisturbed point outside the spatial barrier—a point that resonated with the fragment’s core.

Like the key to a lock, it struck the invisible connection.

A silent, yet terrifying pulse rippled through the rules of the universe, shaking the very foundations of reality.

The black thread, refined to its utmost, struck the hidden connection. In an instant, an invisible force severed the bonds between all things, sending a shockwave through the spatial barrier.

*Boom!*

Within the barrier, the cultivators hovering above the battlefield watched in horror as the Heavenly Dao fragment they had been pursuing spiraled out of control. The stable energy currents shattered like a mirror, and the fragment plummeted toward the depths below.

This wasn’t an attack—it was the *Nine Dungeons Severing the Heavenly Path* forcibly disrupting the connection between the Heavenly Dao fragment and the forbidden realm’s essence.

Deprived of its foundation, the fragment lost its anchoring force. The immense weight it had carried became its undoing, and the spatial structure that had sustained it collapsed in an instant.

The fragment plunged into the abyss of chaotic energy, swallowed by the raging currents of the void. The cultivators, caught in the backlash, were swept away in the tidal wave of power.

“No!”

“The fragment is falling!”

“Who—who dared?!”

In an instant, the battlefield erupted into chaos. The cultivators, who had been locked in a desperate struggle, were now seized by panic. Their furious roars shook the heavens as the fragment spiraled uncontrollably toward the depths.

None of them had time to consider the consequences or identify the saboteur. Their only focus was the fragment, now slipping from their grasp.

Dozens of energy waves erupted in desperate pursuit, tearing through the spatial barrier with reckless speed. Others attempted to intercept the fragment’s descent from different angles, while some clashed head-on, their battles escalating into a storm of destruction.

The stalemate had shattered. The battlefield, once a tinderbox, now burned with the fury of a thousand suns.

Hoắc Vũ Hằng and Tiền Thư Lan watched in disbelief as the world descended into apocalyptic chaos. Even they had not anticipated such swift and devastating results.

Now that the Heavenly Dao fragment was adrift in the raging currents of the void, its location became nearly impossible to track. Any attempt to reclaim it would be a hundred times harder, and the bloodshed would only intensify.

Though Hoắc Vũ Hằng and Tiền Thư Lan understood the fragment’s value, charging into the chaos was like walking into a meat grinder. Their original plan—to prevent the fragment from falling into the hands of the *Outer Demon Heaven* cultivators—was now irrelevant. The situation had spiraled out of control.

All cultivators in the spatial barrier were drawn to the fragment’s descent, their attention completely captivated.

Some cultivators, driven mad by desperation, recklessly pursued the fragment into the chaotic currents.

Others tore through the spatial barrier, calculating intercept points from different angles.

The struggle for dominance over the fragment’s path turned into a frenzied battle, with energy waves clashing violently. The battlefield became a storm of destruction, a scene reminiscent of the *Divine Twilight Battlefield*.

“Now!”

Hoắc Vũ Hằng’s eyes gleamed with determination. He exchanged a knowing glance with Tiền Thư Lan and Chen Fei.

The three of them didn’t hesitate. Their bodies tore through the void, not toward the chaos, but toward Chen Fei’s previous location.

Along the way, they dodged the rampaging energy waves and fragmented spatial blades, but no cultivator paid them any mind. The battlefield was now a forgotten battleground.

In an instant, they reappeared outside the core area, tens of thousands of miles away.

Chen Fei stopped, his gaze sharp as lightning sweeping across the void.

Even with the *Six Severing* and *Blue Lotus* techniques suppressing the spatial distortions, he still couldn’t sense the faintest trace of the Ling Talisman’s aura here.

If not for the Heavenly Dao fragment’s unmistakable guidance, Chen Fei would never have believed that this desolate place concealed a grade-14 Ling Talisman.

Its hiding place was so well-guarded, it could be called a divine technique of the netherworld.

Hoắc Vũ Hằng and Tiền Thư Lan scanned the area, their expressions filled with doubt. There was nothing here—no Ling Talisman, no energy fluctuations. If Chen Fei hadn’t been so certain, and if he hadn’t already broken through to peak-stage Immortal Eradication, they might have suspected they were in the wrong place.

Chen Fei’s thoughts stirred. He stepped out from behind his past self, following the faint guidance of the spatial distortions. He extended his right hand toward a seemingly ordinary point in space, probing gently.

His hand passed through the void without resistance, as if entering a hidden pocket.

The Ling Talisman was here—but its true location was elsewhere, in a different spatial node. This place was merely the entrance. Thus, neither Chen Fei nor the other peak-stage cultivators could sense its aura.

After a moment, Chen Fei retracted his hand. In his palm lay a grayish-white stone, rough on the outside, seemingly ordinary.

As he pulled it free, a weak, pure Ling Talisman aura began to rise from the stone.

Though the aura was faint, Hoắc Vũ Hằng and Tiền Thư Lan, as peak-stage cultivators, could clearly sense its profound origin—the power of a grade-14 Ling Talisman, as deep and boundless as the void itself.

Hoắc Vũ Hằng’s eyes gleamed like blades. He studied the stone intently. “Is this a seal? A grade-14 Ling Talisman sealed within? The seal’s structure is layered, and if forcefully broken, the backlash could reduce both the Ling Talisman and the seal to dust.”

Tiền Thư Lan stepped closer, her brows furrowed. She released a thread of refined spiritual energy, probing the stone’s surface with extreme caution.

“Not bad. The seal’s ancient technique is intricate, containing powerful binding rules and a reactive mechanism. Brute force won’t work—we’d need the specific technique to break it, or we’ll waste our effort.”

As she analyzed the seal’s structure, she felt as if she were facing an endless maze of runes, a labyrinth that defied comprehension. In moments, her spiritual energy rebounded, shaking her soul.

Chen Fei remained silent, his gaze fixed on the stone. The *Six Severing* and *Blue Lotus* techniques circulated within his pupils, like two spirals contracting.

He studied the seal’s surface with patience, tracing the faint energy pathways within. Time passed slowly, and the distant battlefield’s roars faded into the background. Hoắc Vũ Hằng and Tiền Thư Lan, drawn into Chen Fei’s contemplation, also fell into a deep silence.

“Actually, we don’t need to rush,” Hoắc Vũ Hằng said after a moment. “We can leave this forbidden realm and have the elders handle the seal. It’s safer.”

Chen Fei nodded. It was a reasonable suggestion—if he hadn’t seen the Heavenly Dao fragment, he might have agreed. But now, with the fragment’s location known, he couldn’t afford to wait. His breakthrough to peak-stage Immortal Eradication had been too hard-won to let this opportunity slip.

Suddenly, Chen Fei’s gaze sharpened. He had detected something—an almost imperceptible mark at the heart of the seal, a rule imprint that seemed to merge with the stone itself.

An idea flashed through his mind: *The key to breaking this seal is the Heavenly Dao fragment itself.*

The design was ingenious, hiding the solution in the most dangerous place.

Chen Fei had initially assumed the seal was part of the Heavenly Dao’s punishment for trespassers, but now he saw the truth—it was all part of the Dao’s plan.

He revealed his discovery to Hoắc Vũ Hằng and Tiền Thư Lan. Their expressions darkened instantly.

*Use the Heavenly Dao fragment to break the seal?*

The fragment was now the most sought-after treasure in this forbidden realm, chased by over ten peak-stage cultivators. Using it to break the seal was like handing it to them on a silver platter.