Chapter 623: Chapter 595: Though Dead, The Unfortunate Still Exists

The Fisherman and Han Yi, the two men stood facing each other.

A burst of brutal energy suddenly descended.

The Fisherman’s face remained calm, his body stood firm like a mountain.

Even the straw cloak on his body, seemed to have settled for countless years, sticking tightly to the Fisherman, unaffected by the external storm.

On Han Yi, a torrential black evil aura surged from the inside out.

Under the envelop of this inexplicable energy, Han Yi’s expression was frozen at the moment he was being stared at by the Fisherman.

It looked unspeakably eerie and terrifying.

His pupils disappeared and cracks emerged on his face like shattered ceramic ware.

His entire body intermittently flickered, disappearing into the rolling black aura.

Then quietly reappeared in the blink of an eye.

The changes happened in a mere instant.

The Fisherman picked up the fish basket that was originally placed on the ground, carried it on his back, and strode towards the direction of the Misthaven Ocean.

As for Han Yi…

The rolling black aura suddenly retracted back into his body after the Fisherman left.

But he didn’t return to normal.

He merely stood silently on the spot, motionless.

Like a stone statue that had been here since the beginning of time.

His empty eyes kept staring blankly ahead.

After an unknown period, when an ordinary white bird flew over the statue of Han Yi,

strange events occurred.

Suddenly and without warning, the bird’s wing which had a healed wound, began to collapse again.

This caused it to suddenly lose balance and as it spun in mid-air, it plunged steadily downwards.

Unable to regain its balance till just before it reached the ground.

It landed directly in front of Han Yi’s statue, dead.

After an unknown period again.

A group of mortals from a nearby town, laughing and chatting, passed by this place.

Seemingly blind to the statue of Han Yi, they ignored his presence standing in the middle of the road.

They didn’t even avoid it, but walked straight into it.

Even more remarkably, Han Yi’s statue appeared phantasmal.

No collision occurred.

The mortals walked right through him.

Still acting composed, they perceived no abnormality.

Yet, not long after walking ahead, one of the mortals suddenly clutched his chest and turned pale.

Amid the exclamations of the others, he collapsed on the ground.

Not long after that, he took his last breath.

These mortals originally planned to go to the nearby mountains to pick some herbs.

Now with this untoward incident, they naturally had no mind for herbal gathering.

Through sobs and tears, they carried the unfortunate deceased, who died of a heart attack, and brought him back.

Again, some time passed.

A cultivator in a blue Taoist robe, looking excited, flew over the statue of Han Yi.

“After all the trouble, I’ve finally gathered the last crucial herb. Coupled with the alchemy furnace I previously purchased…”

“This [Mystic Frost Treasure Pill] is almost guaranteed success!”

He murmured softly, his eyes full of anticipation.

A day after, an inconspicuous sign of a cultivator’s calamitous fall appeared above the Luoyan State.

It roughly meant that a certain cultivator, due to an operational error during alchemy, caused the furnace to explode.

The elixir wasn’t made and instead he lost his life.

In this day and age, while it’s extremely rare for one to perish due to an alchemy furnace explosion, it’s not impossible.

The deceased was an inconspicuous Golden Core cultivator, after a few sighs from the crowd,

it failed to stir any further ripples.

However, some changes were silently happening in Luoyan State.

Still unknown to outsiders.

…

The perspective returns to the old man, the Fisherman.

Even though he couldn’t fly at the whim of the wind, he still walked firmly on the ground.

But his speed was extremely quick.

With each step, his next position was miles away.

His figure flickered continuously as he advanced towards the Misthaven Ocean.

When he arrived in Yuandao State, just a step away from his destination.

Suddenly, a blue figure blocked his path.

“Perhaps you should turn back, my friend…”

The fisherman frowned, sizing up the figure in front of him.

Dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with white hair and a face full of wrinkles.

His old age so apparent it seemed like his time on earth was nearing its end.

“Have I met you before?” the fisherman said, sounding unsure.

The blue-robed cultivator coughed slightly then said in an old voice: “Seems like you’re becoming more forgetful.”

“The last time we met, you still remembered me. Now, you don’t even remember who I am?”

“Let me think, that was merely two hundred years ago.”

The fisherman lowered his head, silent for a moment, as if thinking about the meaning behind the blue-robed elder’s words.

Not long after, he shook his head: “I really can’t remember.”

“But it doesn’t matter…”

“Because you are about to die soon anyway.”

The old fisherman mumbled to himself.

The blue-robed elder was immediately taken aback.

“Yes, I am about to die…” His voice laced with an air of melancholy.

“Are you still going to stop me?” the fisherman asked.

“I have no choice but to do my duty,” Lan Yu replied sharply, not beating around the bush.

Upon hearing his words, the fisherman didn’t waste any more words.

He extended his right hand and reached forward.

Intersecting black lines appeared around the blue-robed elder, forming a huge net that surrounded him.

The blue-robed elder let out a muffled hum as his body violently vanished.

All that was left was a blue feather, shrinking within the shrinking fishnet, emitting bursts of light.

In the next moment, the fishnet vanished and returned to the fisherman’s hand.

But looking at the blue feather in his hand, the fisherman’s eyebrows rose slightly, as if taken aback.

Soon after, he shook his head slightly, without lingering on the thought.

He put Lan Yu’s feather in the fish basket behind him and continued towards the Misthaven Ocean.

Not long after the fisherman left.

A barely discernible figure reappeared on the scene.

“When I’m dead, I won’t care if there’s a deluge.”

“Hmph!”

He glared deeply at the retreating figure of the fisherman and then vanished from the spot.

—————–

In Qingyun State, two states away from Luoyan State.

The instant his voyeuristic viewpoint disappeared, Li Fan knew something was wrong.

His reaction was swift. He immediately took out a [Statue of the World-Manifest Heavenly Venerate] from his Cave Heaven Domain, a gift from the Five Elders Organization.

It wasn’t the five-faced, ten-handed statue that could establish contact with the [Five Pivot Institute].

Instead, it was a statue with a downcast gaze and a sorrowful expression, representing the Worry-Free Celestial.

The function of the statue was singular – to protect the Spirit Consciousness from disintegrating when it suffers a fatal blow.

And the effect was indeed pronounced.

As if someone had brutally clubbed him in the head, Li Fan felt his Spirit Consciousness roar violently.

His vision was filled with countless afterimages shaking uncontrollably.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and instinctively clutched his head tightly.

Even the charging process of [Real]’s protective body was reduced by 5%.

Fortunately, it was just a minor injury, and his life wasn’t in danger.

Inside his body, the Cave Heaven Domain roiled with the power of the Five Elements.

Within an instant, Li Fan had regained his vitality.