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第两千六百零三章 灵气灌体

The moment the cultivators lost their mana, they were no different from ordinary people. The sound of thuds filled the air as the disciples of the Ethereal Immortal Palace tumbled down.

Their internal mana was sealed off; even the levitation technique could not be performed.

"Bad luck."

Old Demon Jia's face turned pale as he took a deep breath, his entire body radiating with vitality. He tried to use his divine light to escape from here.

However, what followed left him dumbfounded. The divine light flashed and quickly dimmed like a fleeting flower.

Old Demon Jia’s expression was grim. Despite feeling abundant mana in his dantian and meridians, he could not stir even the slightest bit of it.

"Damnit!"

Just as Old Demon Jia spoke, he fell from the sky like a broken-winged bird, landing with a "Ouch!"

The sound of pain echoed as they were thrown off balance. Fortunately, every time cultivators advanced, their bodies underwent refinement by essence energy, making them far more resilient than ordinary people. Otherwise, they would have suffered severe injuries or even lost their lives.

"What is happening?"

Old Demon Jia angrily raised his head, but the panic in his eyes could not be concealed. In contrast, the disciples of the Ethereal Immortal Palace appeared particularly delighted.

Although they were unsure what had happened, this unexpected event at least allowed them to temporarily avoid danger. Otherwise, their lives might have been taken by that old monster.

The sky grew increasingly dark as time passed. Soon, the primordial energy in the air began to agitate and gather, forming countless light points of varying sizes.

Some were as small as beans, while others had diameters of a dozen feet or more, appearing astonishingly large from afar.

"Not an appearance of a precious treasure!"

Old Demon Jia's expression was one of shock. The female cultivators from the Ethereal Immortal Palace shared his reaction; they were at the Separation stage and could not be fooled by such phenomena.

Either someone nearby was practicing some formidable secret technique, or this was a celestial phenomenon triggered by a cultivator’s advancement.

Regardless, the strength of this person far exceeded their imagination. They could not afford to provoke him.

For cultivators, whether they were refining secret techniques or advancing, being disturbed by others was the worst thing. In other words, they had likely offended some mysterious master, who would mercilessly eliminate them once he emerged from seclusion.

With that thought in mind, the disciples of the Ethereal Immortal Palace did not mention anything. Old Demon Jia's face turned gloomy as a hunter became prey. The taste of being hunted was far from pleasant.

The wisest choice now was to leave this place before the mysterious cultivator regained his strength and escape beyond his divine perception range. Once they were several thousand miles away, they would not have to worry about being pursued.

However, the idea sounded good but was as impossible as a dream. The truth was that he could not mobilize any mana at all!

Unable to fly, relying solely on their feet, how could they travel far?

This realization left Old Demon Jia’s face pale. Despite his many tricks, without the ability to drive essence energy, he could only sigh helplessly. It was like a skilled cook trying to make a meal with no ingredients.

The number of light points gathering in the surrounding area increased. After some time, the vortex above their heads emitted a burst of luminosity as the primordial energy light points were absorbed into it.

Boom!

It sounded like thunder rolling overhead, stirring the heart. The vortex continued to absorb primordial energy for several hours, growing larger with each influx. Initially only tens of feet wide, it expanded by dozens of times, reaching nearly a thousand feet in diameter. The entire sky seemed swallowed up, leaving only silver lightning dancing in the dark expanse.

Simultaneously, within a hundred miles around, an oppressive aura permeated everything.

Now, including Old Demon Jia, cultivators not only had their internal mana sealed but also found it difficult to stand.

At the Separation stage, this was already challenging. The situation for those at the Core Formation stage was even worse; most of them were pressed onto the ground, unable to move a finger, their faces filled with shock.

They could hardly imagine what kind of existence or technique they were witnessing, given how astonishing the celestial phenomena had become...

Now, unable to move, regardless of their thoughts, they could only wait where they stood.

After another cup of tea’s time, a beam of light shot out from the vortex and struck ten miles in front of them.

"Un… This is bad."

All cultivators’ faces changed. When the nest was destroyed, there were no unharmed eggs. At such close range, they would certainly be swept up too.

However, now unable to move, they could only show despair and await their fate with closed eyes.

But in the next moment, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

A small mountain range of over ten miles long appeared as a thick layer of essence energy rushed towards them.

The cultivators were dumbfounded. Before they could understand what was happening, the light beam had already disappeared into the peak of the tallest mountain.

"Essence energy infusion!"

Old Demon Jia exclaimed, his face showing envy and admiration. This method allowed for a rapid increase in strength, even leading to advancement.

But wasn't essence energy infusion a technique used by high-ranking cultivators, risking significant loss of true essence to rapidly enhance their juniors' cultivation?

This was directly performed using the primordial energy from nature—something he had never heard before.

Was it due to his limited knowledge or did he misinterpret what he saw?

Old Demon Jia was filled with confusion. Above him, the vortex continued to spew out beams of light that all disappeared into the mountain peak.

"Is this indeed essence energy infusion?"

The scale and momentum suggested a high-ranking cultivator at the Separation stage. Yet, why would such an existence choose such a remote location for advancement? Moreover, there were no fellow disciples or friends guarding them. This was too strange.

Old Demon Jia could not fathom it. In his cave, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged, his body emitting colorful light. He exuded an enigmatic aura.

After the beams entered the mountain peak, they shrank to the size of a forearm and then disappeared into Lin Xuan’s head.

Lin Xuan showed no expression on his face, only holding his hands in front of him occasionally reciting spells. Essence energy infusion was something he never expected would occur after consuming peaches, but it seemed this was how he would advance.

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