"Very good, very inspirational. You see, I'm about to be moved to tears by you!"
Yang Fan reached out and wiped a nonexistent tear on his face. He looked at Mr. Wu Liu with a sincere expression.
This was a soul shadow with ideals and pursuits.
Every person or shadow with a dream was worthy of respect.
Yes.
The premise was that he did not have any conflict with him. Otherwise, even if he was a shadow, Yang Fan could guarantee that he would beat him until his mother could not recognize him.
Unfortunately for him, the situation was different.
The black-hearted old man in front of him had successfully touched Yang Fan's bottom line.
Mr. Wu Liu unconsciously shuddered.
Yang Fan disguised himself very well. He did not feel any malice from Yang Fan. However, when he saw Yang Fan's fake action of wiping his tears, a very appropriate word involuntarily appeared in Mr. Wu Liu's mind.
A cat crying for a mouse.
Fake compassion!
This guy did not seem to be a person who was so easily moved. Perhaps he already had the intention to kill him at this moment.
"So, what exactly is the reward for this level?"
Yang Fan continued to ask persistently. The degree of rigidity in the change of topic made Mr. Wu Liu's head hurt.
Sure enough.
This greedy guy did not have any compassion at all.
The reason why he had not made a move until now was that he was thinking about the reward for passing the last level.
Mr. Wu Liu felt very stifled.
He had been waiting in this place for more than four hundred years. It was not easy for him to cultivate to the point where his Hollow Soul could become a real entity. He was able to parasitize and change his body to get out of this place. However, what he had been waiting for was this stupid thing. Was God playing tricks on him?
Why did all the good people in the past disappear?
Were all the young people nowadays so perverted and so unsympathetic?
Mr. Wu Liu was very sad. He felt that he had struggled so hard in the secret realm for so long, but in the end, it was just to make a wedding dress for this little pervert in front of him. He was not convinced. He was not reconciled. He was indignant.
[You have been in the Heaven Rank Spiritual Energy Illusion Array, Illusion Reality for one minute. You have gained a deeper understanding of the Illusion Reality Array. Your understanding of the array has improved. Skill proficiency + 10.]
Yang Fan once again heard the System Notification. The Heaven-level Illusory Array outside could no longer provide him with more Skill EXP. The value of this Mr. Willow in front of him seemed to have come to an end.
Previously, he had kept him alive because he was worried that once the old man's Divine Soul collapsed, the Heaven-grade Illusory Array he had constructed would also vanish.
Now, to Yang Fan, the Heaven Grade Illusory Array had become dispensable, so correspondingly, he didn't care so much about the existence of a Soul Phantom.
Like a psychopath, he spent all his time thinking about seizing this body and replacing that body, as if other people's lives were not important, and only his freedom was the most precious thing in the world.
It was too dangerous to leave such an unstable factor alive in the world. As the messenger of justice for the human race in the Federation, Yang Fan felt that it was necessary for him to take up the responsibility of slaying demons and protecting the future generations.
So.
It was better to let him become a Soul-refining Pill.
It could be considered as recycling waste, and it could be used to benefit more Spirit Reader Masters and Vitality martial artists.
"Damn it! This little bastard finally has the intention to kill I?! "
Sensing the strong murderous intent that suddenly burst forth from Yang Fan's body, Mr. Willow's expression changed.
Only now did he know that in the face of death, he was not as calm as he had imagined.
The so-called 'seeing through life and death' was all bullsh * t.
Life was bitter and short. He had already lived for more than four hundred years, and he still hadn't lived enough, let alone other people.
"I'll talk!" Mr. Willow hurriedly said, "Young friend, please wait, I will tell you everything!"
The corner of Yang Fan's mouth twitched.
Was he scared so quickly?
He hadn't even used any of his methods, did he have to give in so quickly?
He didn't expect it, he really didn't expect it.
Such a guy with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and sage-like demeanor actually had the constitution of a traitor who didn't have a firm stance.
You should at least hold on for a second or two, hey!
Seeing that Yang Fan didn't say anything, Mr. Willow continued, "Actually, I didn't lie to you before. The condition to pass this last level is that you must comprehend this set of heaven-level illusion array, Illusion Reality, to the spiritual realm."
"It's just that all these years, I has always been selfish. He wouldn't provide any hints or help to any challengers on array dao. Usually, he would just brew a pot of tea and send them away!"
"And because I could borrow the glory of those who passed every few decades or centuries to freeload one or two cups of level nine spirit tea to increase the power of his soul, he became stronger day by day and had the ability to break through realms by borrowing the strength of others."
"You and little friend Wang Zhe outside are the first humans to break through and enter this place in the past 50 years since I's cultivation. However, due to the fact that little friend's soul power is too great, I originally didn't want to harm you. If it weren't for little friend being aggressive later on, I wouldn't have thought of choosing that pretty boy with poor spiritual talent."
Yang Fan's face darkened.
These words were a bit hurtful.
What did he mean by poor spiritual talent? It was obviously poor to the point of being fresh and refined, okay?
He was already an adult, but he didn't even know how to say a word, really!
Fortunately, this was in his sea of consciousness space, and Wang Zhe couldn't hear the conversation between them at all. Otherwise, he didn't know what kind of blow he would be dealt.
"Stop talking nonsense and get straight to the point. What exactly is the reward for passing the level?"
Yang Fan was a little impatient. This old man was really getting more and more wishy-washy. It was originally a matter of one sentence, but he had to beat around the bush to delay the time. Was his desire to live so strong?
To live for one more second?
Mister Wu Liu smacked his lips twice.
In the end, he was still a young man. He really didn't have the slightest bit of patience.
"The real reward for passing the level is actually a part of I's soul origin, a part of the soul origin that contains the memory of the illusion reality heaven level illusion array."
"To put it bluntly, this level is an inheritance trial, an inheritance trial related to the illusion array master, and the carrier of the inheritance is I's soul origin!"
"This old man didn't intentionally deceive you about the inheritance of the array diagrams. If this old man hadn't awakened his self-awareness, as long as you could meet the basic requirements for mastering the Illusory Reality Illusion Array, you would have received the corresponding Spirit inheritance."
Yang Fan suddenly understood.
No wonder this old man had been evading everything, always thinking of ways to embezzle the remaining spirit tea, and wanted to drive them out of the level as soon as possible.
It turned out that the root of everything was here.
Once someone passed the level, Mister Wu Liu needed to split a part of his soul origin as an inheritance to give to the person who passed the level. Not only could he pass on the experience of array formation, but he could also use it to strengthen the soul foundation of the person who passed the level. Such an opportunity was not inferior to the effect of the ninth level spirit tea at all, and was even more direct and appropriate.
It could be seen that the person who set up these opportunities had almost considered all aspects for the later people who passed the level.
The only thing he did not expect was that the spirit shadow he left behind could give birth to spiritual wisdom, and also learned to be crafty and slippery to pass the level.
For Mister Wu Liu, who was originally a spirit shadow, it was too painful to give away the soul origin that he had painstakingly cultivated to others. Splitting the soul origin was simply cutting flesh from his body.
After all, such a loss of soul, even with the supplement of the ninth level spirit tea, was absolutely not something that could be recovered in a short period of time. When he had no self-consciousness, he might be able to be selfless.
But now he had his own consciousness and will, and had the survival instinct of cherishing life and body. Naturally, it was impossible for him to weaken himself and strengthen others like before.
Being crafty and slippery and being perfunctory had almost become inevitable.
"However, this guy has embezzled so much of the ninth level spirit tea, and hid here to cultivate for more than 400 years. His soul origin must be overflowing with oil, right?"
Although there was a limit to the ninth level spirit tea, it did not mean that a person could only drink one cup in his life.
Like panacea and spiritual medicine, there was a cyclical limit. For example, one year, or two years. As long as the drug resistance cycle was over, it could naturally be taken again.
Mister Wu Liu had stayed in the Secret Realm for more than four hundred years. The amount of Level Nine Spirit Tea he had accumulated was definitely not limited to one or two cups. If he had absorbed and refined all of it into his own Spiritual Energy, then his Spiritual Energy Origin would have been strengthened to an inhuman level.
Yang Fan stared blankly at Mister Wu Liu.
He felt that the corners of his mouth were a little wet.
His saliva flowed out unconsciously.
"Then what are we waiting for now?" Yang Fan was a little impatient. "Let me have a taste of the soul inheritance first!"
The corner of Mister Wu Liu's mouth twitched.
This little brat was indeed a wolf. He had no sympathy at all.
I had already described himself so miserably, and his tears were about to flow out, but he still refused to let go of I.
"Little friend Yang Fan, your Illusion Reality Array has already reached the Great Perfection Realm. There is really no need to accept this so-called Illusion Array Inheritance."
"Moreover, you have just drunk a cup of Great Front Door. Now your soul origin is already in a saturated state. If you rashly absorb and refine I's soul origin, aren't you afraid that your Sea of Consciousness space will explode?"
So what if it was a Sea of Consciousness space of 30,000 kilometers? It also had its own tolerance limit. As long as the soul power exceeded this limit, it would still explode.
This.
In fact, this was also the reason why Mister Wu Liu could still barely maintain his composure until now.
Yang Fan had just absorbed a cup of Great Front Door. Now that his soul was saturated, he would definitely not rashly absorb any more soul power in a short period of time.
This was where his chance of survival lay.
He was betting that a young man like Yang Fan would not have the same perseverance and patience as him, waiting for eight to ten years just to refine the spiritual power in a cup of level nine spiritual tea.
Yang Fan was stunned. "Who said I was going to absorb and refine your soul origin? I am not stupid. Why would I seek my own death at this time?"
Hearing this, Mister Wu Liu instantly heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this kid still had his rationality and was not crazy.
"However," Yang Fan continued, "didn't I tell you before that other than being a Spirit Reader, a Beast Tamer, and now an Illusion Array Master, I am also a Soul Refiner with decent strength?"
"What?! Soul Refiner?! "
Mister Wu Liu exclaimed in shock and directly leaped up from the small boat. Without another word, he turned around and ran. He ran very quickly!
Damn it!
Oh my god!
What an unlucky year!
How could this little brat be a Soul Refiner? This could be considered as asking for his old life!
If soul detention was said to be the natural nemesis of these soul apparitions, then Soul Refiners were simply the executioners who specialized in hunting them down.
In the propaganda of the Human Race Federation, Soul Refiners seemed to only be able to refine the soul origin of demonic beasts and would not have much of a restraining effect on the soul of the human race.
But Mister Wu Liu's memory told him that it was all nonsense.
No matter if it was the Demon Race or the Human Race, their soul origin was not fundamentally different. If those Soul Refiners were really ruthless, they might even be able to refine the soul of the Human Race's king!
They could not be provoked at all!
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