The old man with a mysterious origin had awed the outsiders and other cultivators so deeply with his brutal means that no one dared to challenge him anymore.
At this moment, he had started channeling pure soul strands from that Fortune Well.
Chai Longge and his sister knew that sooner or later they would suffer the fate of death if they didn’t leave that area.
After extracting themselves from the old man’s surroundings, Chai Longge’s eyes lit up as he spotted Nie Tian, and thus flew towards him with his sister.
Nie Tian had the Bone Blood Demon and the Flame Dragon Armor at his disposal, and he had long since proved his exceptionally high battle prowess.
Yin Yanan and Mu Biqiong, on the other hand, hadn’t exactly been friendly to the brother-sister pair after their inaction when the Earth Spirit Sect disciples had come for them.
Therefore, Chai Longge a.s.sumed that it would be safer to stay with Nie Tian for the time being.
Off to the side, Mo Qinglei took out medicinal pills and stuffed them down his throat after his vigorous urging had turned out to be in vain.
His eyes, however, were still fixed on the old man, the fear in his eyes growing more and more intense.
PHEW! PHEW!
Chai Longge and his sister flew to Nie Tian’s side, their expressions relaxing to a great extent.
Still not recovered from his terror, Chai Longged said, “That old man is unbelievable. Who would have thought that he was actually so powerful, and that he was pretending before?”
Chai Fengwu’s face was filled with frustration, as if she felt terrible for not being able to keep that Fortune Well that spewed pure soul strands.
Nie Tian glanced around him.
He realized that all of the outsiders, human cultivators, and spirit beasts that had high opinions of their own strength were all gathered around the old man, but keeping a safe distance and refraining from making any rash moves.
Yin Yanan and Mu Biqiong soon finished draining their Fortune Wells of their frost power and wood power.
They exchanged a glance, and then flew to Nie Tian’s location on Yin Yanan’s air-transportation spiritual tool.
At that very moment, a roar from the Flame Dragon Armor echoed out.
The Flame Dragon Armor’s soul had finished absorbing the flame power from that Fortune Well, and also returned to Nie Tian’s side.
CRUNCH!
The Flame Dragon Armor once again clad itself on Nie Tian. The two of them fit together perfectly.
He felt that as the suit of armor had become even heavier than before, and the flame power it carried had become even more destructive. He could distinctly sense a strong aura from it, which could burn all things in this world.
The Flame Dragon Armor sent him a soul message, expressing its desire to fight the eighth grade Thunder Beast soul from the Thunder King Seal again.
Clearly, it hadn’t noticed the changes that had taken place here after flying into that Fortune Well.
“There’s no need for that now...” Nie Tian went on and briefly explained to the Flame Dragon Armor that the Thunder King Seal had already fallen into another person’s hands.
Eyes narrowed, Yin Yanan fixed Mo Qinglei with an ill-disposed glance, and then said with a disgusted expression, “What do you want to do with this man, Nie Tian? In my opinion, we might as well kill him and get it over with.”
Anger appeared on Mo Qinglei’s face.
At that moment, a Fiend suddenly exclaimed at the top of his lungs, “He’s almost finished draining the Fortune Well of its soul power!”
The experts of different races that were gathered around the old man finally decided to launch a joint attack.
Mo Qinglei let out a sigh and shook his head. “It won’t work. Even joined together, they won’t be able to defeat that man, not even if you joined them too. After he finishes absorbing all of the soul power from that Fortune Well and refining it into his sea of awareness, then he...”
“Then what?” Nie Tian asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Then he’ll kill everyone here.” Mo Qinglei seemed to have succ.u.mbed to his fate, and thus stopped shouting. “Given his way of doing things, every person, outsider, and spirit beast here will die at his hands. You lot won’t be able to escape either.”
With a mocking smile, Yin Yanan said, “We won’t be able to escape? Are you saying that he’s invincible?”
Mo Qinglei nodded. “Yeah, he is invincible here.” Then, he took a deep look at the dormant Frost Blood Python around Yin Yanan’s exposed waist, and added, “That python of yours is at the eighth grade, isn’t it?”
Taken aback, Yin Yanan asked, “Keen observation.”
Mo Qinglei snorted weakly and said, “I sensed its grade when it unleashed its aura earlier. If I still had my Thunder King Seal, I’d have the confidence to defeat you and your eighth grade python. I can tell that your battle prowess is beyond ordinary, but it’s still not enough to pose any threat to that old man.”
Yin Yanan’s expression flickered slightly, as astonishment finally appeared on her face. “Is he really that powerful?”
Nie Tian and Mu Biqiong’s faces also grew grim.
Even Nie Tian and Mu Biqiong didn’t have complete confidence in defeating Yin Yanan and her eighth grade Frost Blood Python in battle.
Mo Qinglei was well-aware of how powerful the Frost Blood Python was, yet he still came to the conclusion that she wouldn’t stand a chance fighting the old man.
With these words, Mo Qinglei closed his eyes and muttered, “Like I said, he can’t be defeated by those who are here. He’ll be even more powerful after he finishes refining all of the soul strands from that Fortune Well into his own soul.”
After hearing this, Nie Tian and the others exchanged glances, not knowing what to do.
Nie Tian then took another glance around, and discovered that many Fortune Wells had already been drained.
Only a handful were still spewing energies of heaven and earth, none of which agreed with his cultivation attributes.
He pondered in silence for a few seconds before suddenly summoning the Bone Blood Demon back into his ring of holding, grabbing Mo Qinglei like grabbing a dead dog, and flying onto Yin Yanan’s air-transportation spiritual tool with him.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said to Yin Yanan.
Yin Yanan had also become hesitant after hearing Mo Qinglei’s words. After Nie Tian expressed his intention to leave, she pondered briefly, then nodded in a.s.sent.
Then, Mu Biqiong also flew onto Yin Yanan’s air-transportation spiritual tool.
“You’d better leave too,” Nie Tian said to Chai Longge.
Since Chai Longge and his sister had long since been scared by Mo Qinglei’s description, they nodded vigorously as soon as they heard Nie Tian.
The two of them summoned an air-transportation spiritual tool and followed Yin Yanan’s away from the region where the Fortune Wells were located.
Fata, the Floragrim, saw Nie Tian leave. After a moment of hesitation, he also followed along.
Luo Hui from the Heavenly Witchcraft Sect was in a place very far from Nie Tian and the others, yet he had been keeping a close watch on Nie Tian.
When Nie Tian had reconvened with Yin Yanan and Mu Biqiong, he had a.s.sumed that they would attempt to seize the Fortune Well that spewed pure soul strands for themselves.
The fact that Nie Tian and the others had left instead confused Luo Hui.
He pondered the situation for a while before muttering to himself, “Why did they leave? Combined, the three of them would be very hard to defeat, yet they didn’t try to seize that Fortune Well for themselves. Instead, they left with uneasy looks on their faces...”
After pondered in silence for a few seconds, he also sensed the unfavorable situation, and thus left in silence.
Nie Tian and the others’ sudden leaving puzzled Pergson, the Bonebrute and Froste, the Phantasm as well.
However, to seek fortune from the Fortune Well that spewed pure soul strands was the primary goal of their trip to the Shatter Battlefield. Therefore, they stayed, holding onto their hope to fulfill their goal.
As their air-transportation spiritual tool flew farther and farther away from the Fortune Wells, Nie Tian fixed Mo Qinglei with a cold glance and asked with furrowed brow, “Who is that old man exactly?!”
Chai Longge and his sister’s air-transportation spiritual tool was following them from a considerable distance.
“I don’t know what name he goes by now,” Mo Qinglei said weakly.
Killing intent flashed across Nie Tian’s eyes. “Are you playing with me?”
“But I do know that his name was Yuan Jiuchuan, and people called him the Thunder Devil.” Mo Qinglei took a deep breath as he slowly sat up straight on Yin Yanan’s air-transportation spiritual tool. “In fact, he died a long time ago. He must have been reborn.”
Yin Yanan stood aghast. “Reborn?!!”
Nie Tian’s expression also flickered drastically.
He had heard that some powerful Void domain and Saint domain human Qi warriors were able to extract a wisp of their soul essence from their bodies when they and their private domains faced imminent destruction. After their soul essence entered an expectant woman’s belly, they would be able to take the fetus’s place and be reincarnated.
Those who were extremely powerful might be born with memories of their previous life and the incantations they had practiced, which would allow them to resume their path of cultivation without much effort.
Others might have their old memories buried deep in their minds. Only certain incidents would help them gradually awaken those memories.
However, most powerful experts wouldn’t choose to be reborn unless they faced unsolvable situations.
Normally, only if they failed to finish their breakthroughs or faced fatal strikes would they abandon their bodies and seek opportunities to be reborn.
Furthermore, those who were reborn would usually find themselves in all kinds of difficulty and danger.
Some would be sought out by their enemies and killed before they grew powerful again.
Some would spend their whole lives in a muddle, and they might get killed or reach the end of their lifespan before even starting their path of cultivation.
Reborn cultivators who could recover their cultivation bases and strength from their previous lives only existed in legends.