Chapter 82: Slaying Primordial Spirits in the Primordial Spirit Cave

Chapter 82: Slaying Primordial Spirits in the Primordial Spirit Cave

The Primordial Spirit Cave, though called a cave, resembled more of a subterranean microcosm.

No sun, moon, or stars.

No flowers, grass, or trees.

Only barren earth and a dark, oppressive dome of a ceiling.

"Hmm..."

Chen Feng's brows furrowed slightly as he keenly sensed something unusual about the atmosphere here.

A contradictory feeling—as if the spiritual energy was both dense yet sparse and desolate, as though something had devoured it.

After exchanging brief greetings with Chen Feng, the others prepared to set off.

Normally, the Primordial Spirit Cave opened once every ten years, remaining accessible for three days.

Within those three days, how many Primordial Spirits one could hunt and how much Primordial Spirit Essence one could obtain depended entirely on individual skill.

The Primordial Spirit Essence was of utmost purity, allowing for direct refinement and rapid absorption, leading to noticeable improvements in a short time.

The speed of refinement and absorption, however, varied greatly depending on one's capabilities.

Regardless, the effects of refining and absorbing Primordial Spirit Essence far surpassed those of elixirs.

The cave's original purpose was to serve the Body Forging Realm disciples of the sect.

The Primordial Spirits within the cave were divided into three tiers: Primordial Spirit Guards, Primordial Spirit Generals, and Primordial Spirit Kings. The strength of a Primordial Spirit Guard was no less than that of an Eleventh Transformation Body Forging cultivator. Thus, for ordinary Body Forging Realm disciples, survival was uncertain, let alone hunting them.

Only those at the Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm were qualified to enter.

"Chen Feng... Senior Brother, dare you compete with me?" Han Daoling fixed his gaze on Chen Feng once more, his eyes gleaming with unrestrained confidence. A smug smile played on his delicate, almost childlike face. "We're both at the peak of the Eleventh Transformation now. Let's see whose cultivation improves more by the end of our time in the Primordial Spirit Cave."

The others, about to leave, paused and turned to watch. A strange glint flashed in Chen Feng's eyes.

Was this... an attempt to pit the Primordial Spirit Dao Body against his Divine Talisman Of Creation?

In three months, Chen Feng had advanced from the Ninth Level of the Body Forging Realm to the peak of the Eleventh Transformation—a speed so astonishing that even Yuan Hualong paled in comparison.

When it came to refinement and absorption, the Primordial Spirit Dao Body undoubtedly had its unique advantages.

But Chen Feng had absolute faith in the Divine Talisman Of Creation.

"If we're competing, there must be stakes." Han Daoling, seeing that he had everyone's attention, grinned even wider. "If you lose, you must bow to me three times in front of everyone, addressing me respectfully as 'Senior Brother' each time."

"And you?" Chen Feng countered.

"Me...?" Han Daoling seemed not to have considered the possibility of losing. After a brief pause, he recovered. "If I lose, I'll do the same—bow to you three times and call you 'Senior Brother' in front of everyone."

"Agreed," Chen Feng said.

"Chen Feng... Senior Brother, this will be the last time I call you that. When you lose, make sure your attitude is sincere." With a triumphant smile, Han Daoling's seemingly petite frame erupted with a surge of powerful, refined energy as he dashed off in one direction.

"This Junior Brother Han..." Yuan Hualong frowned, displeased.

A person could be arrogant, but only if they had the skill and the right to be.

Han Daoling undoubtedly had ability, but the extent of that ability was hard to say, as it had yet to be verified. In contrast, Chen Feng's capabilities had already been clearly demonstrated within the Hidden Dragon Secret Realm. Yet, Chen Feng was not as arrogant. No! Yuan Hualong couldn't help but recall the scene in Shenglong Garden. Chen Feng wasn't lacking in arrogance—it was just that his arrogance differed from Han Daoling's outward display, being more introverted.

"A child lacking the world's beatings," Chen Feng chuckled.

Han Daoling's petite frame and delicate features truly gave him the appearance of a child. If he were to learn how Chen Feng viewed him, one could only imagine how furious he’d be. He detested nothing more than being called a child.

As the others dispersed, Chen Feng once again set off alone, his sword in hand as he tread across the desolate, sunless land in search of Primordial Spirits.

"According to the elders, Primordial Spirits are unique aggregations of spiritual energy, a form of special life that continuously devours ambient spiritual energy to strengthen itself. Thus, Primordial Spirits are like large-scale Spiritual Sources—once within a certain range, one can sense the fluctuations of their aura..."

Chen Feng pondered while pushing his perception to its limits.

Before long, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Behind a massive boulder, a peculiar figure emerged—about the height of a person, its entire body a dull gray-white, as if condensed from countless wisps of ashen mist. It had no hair or facial features, resembling a faceless being. Its arms were thick, its torso burly, yet its lower body tapered like a funnel.

"Gray-white... a Primordial Spirit Guard..."

Chen Feng made his judgment based on the elders' teachings.

The Primordial Spirit Guard hovered just above the ground, its tail-like tip floating a mere inch from the earth. Wisps of gray-white energy swirled around its form, emitting a powerful suction force that continuously absorbed and devoured the ambient spiritual energy, refining and strengthening itself until it triggered a qualitative transformation.

The Primordial Spirit Guard also sensed Chen Feng's presence—after all, his aura stood out in this place.

With what seemed like a roar, sending rippling shockwaves through the air, the Primordial Spirit Guard lunged toward Chen Feng at an astonishing speed, surpassing even that of an ordinary Eleventh Transformation Body Forging cultivator.

Simultaneously, it rubbed its hands together, forming a fist-sized sphere of gray-white gaseous energy. Countless strands of force intertwined within it, radiating a terrifying aura as it shot toward Chen Feng like a falling meteor.

Chen Feng was momentarily stunned.

In the next instant, his figure flickered, leaving behind an afterimage that was pierced by the gray-white energy.

Boom!

The explosion shattered the afterimage and blasted a meter-deep crater into the ground. The shockwaves of force surged outward, whipping up a fierce gale that made Chen Feng inwardly wary.

This level of power was no less than a full-force strike from an Eleventh Transformation Body Forging cultivator.

More importantly, ordinary Eleventh Transformation cultivators lacked such long-range attack methods.

Chen Feng also noticed that the dispersed energy from the explosion swiftly returned to the Primordial Spirit Guard, being reabsorbed.

This meant the Primordial Spirit Guard could attack indefinitely without worrying about energy depletion—an outright cheat.

Having missed its first strike, the Primordial Spirit Guard showed no hesitation, immediately launching another assault.

Chen Feng's figure flickered continuously as he dodged attacks and closed in on the Primordial Spirit Guard, drawing his sword from its sheath. A flash of sword light left a lingering mark in the air. Chen Feng's figure then crossed paths with the Primordial Spirit Guard. The guard's body was instantly cleaved in half, its energy dispersing uncontrollably. Its form trembled violently, as if filled with immense unwillingness, yet it had no choice but to meet its end. In the end, only a wisp of gray-white essence, as fine as a strand of hair, remained.

The essence radiated an extraordinarily pure fluctuation. A gleam of sharp light flashed in Chen Feng's eyes as he immediately seized and absorbed that wisp of essence into his body.

This was the so-called Primordial Spirit Essence!

Once inside his body, the wisp of Primordial Spirit Essence was absorbed and refined by the Divine Talisman Of Creation before being released again—now reduced by half but feeling even purer. It swiftly circulated throughout his entire body, rapidly assimilating into him. His vast and incredibly pure Huntian Sword Force seemed fully activated, surging through his body to temper his skin, muscles, bones, and internal organs. Within just ten breaths, the wisp of Primordial Spirit Essence was completely consumed. Chen Feng sensed a slight improvement in the tempering progress of his Golden Muscles Jade Bones.

"This is roughly equivalent to a day's worth of my usual tempering progress," Chen Feng silently compared and estimated.

It was worth noting that he was already at the peak of the Sixth Level of the Huntian Sword Body, with qi and blood as vigorous as towering smoke. Combined with the various benefits granted by the Divine Talisman Of Creation, his foundation was even more astonishing, making his Force terrifyingly powerful—far surpassing that of ordinary Eleventh Transformation Body Forging cultivators and even rivaling those at the Twelfth Transformation.

With such a foundation, his tempering of Golden Muscles Jade Bones progressed at an astonishing rate. If not for his overly immense foundation, he would have already broken through to the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm.

Now, a single wisp of Primordial Spirit Essence had such an effect, truly filling Chen Feng with quiet delight.

"I must raise my cultivation to the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm here and strive for the Supreme Body Forging Realm!"