Eternal Life from Talisman Painting

Chapter 794: Chapter 376: Sealing Demon Altar, Deadly Aurora

Of course, this skill isn’t that exaggerated; the path of divination must also be based on one’s own cultivation and fortune. Avoiding misfortune is actually the most difficult, and the cost is the greatest.

"Boss Fan, I heard this person belongs to the Sixth Elder of the Bihai Palace. If we go through with this, we might have to flee to the Outer Sea."

"Alright, it’s not like we wouldn’t be on the run if we didn’t do it."

The other three people’s faces were all smiles, and one of the well-fed cultivators licked his face and laughed, "Boss Fan, is there any danger this time?"

Looking at these three people, Boss Fan couldn’t help but snort coldly, but secretly he was utterly disdainful.

Do they really think his divination is like cabbages? If he were really that powerful, he’d already have become a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

"Don’t worry, although this person isn’t weak, how can they compare to us? Especially under this poison sac, even a Nascent Soul Cultivator, would be fortunate to retain even ten percent of their cultivation if touched for less than three quarters of an hour."

With an enigmatic smile, Boss Fan used the art of divination merely to fool these ignorant fools.

Whose art of divination dares to be used frequently? Do they have a death wish?

He relies mostly on observing, secretly investigating, buying the opponent’s information, deducing their strength, and then ambiguously stating a divinatory symbol.

As for the result, it doesn’t matter. He always holds the final interpretation, and in the end, he can always smooth things over with the language artistry of divination.

And it’s easier with this aurora. As a Core Formation cultivator who has lived for over four hundred years, he didn’t need to count with his fingers to predict the weather changes in the Demon Beast Abyss.

He only needed to observe the celestial signs and sniff the sea breeze to deduce with almost complete accuracy.

And this aurora that pierces the sky appears once every hundred years or so, and there’s a pattern each time it appears.

Only in the extreme north does the aurora frequently appear.

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"Fellow Daoist, run fast, there’s a Tier Three Late Stage Great Demon in the distance."

Three escape lights were seen fleeing in terror; when they saw Lin Chang’an from a distance, they hurriedly shouted a warning.

Behind the three, there was an old grey-haired man in a state of disarray, who couldn’t help shouting urgently when he saw the three fleeing:

"Three fellow Daoists, don’t abandon this old man, I have treasures, quick, save..."

However, a giant black shadow suddenly emerged from the water behind, revealing a terrifying height of dozens of feet with densely packed suckers, as barbed and sharp-toothed tentacles surged crazily.

And this grey-haired old man was embarrassingly trapped among them.

"Moo!"

The Cyan-Horned Bull exuded the terrifying aura of a Tier Three Mid-stage Demon Beast, and at this moment, it couldn’t help but widen its copper-bell eyes as it sensed the aura of the sea beast.

"Deep Sea Giant Beast!"

And when this shadow emerged, with a body as tall as seventy or eighty feet, Lin Chang’an was also rarely taken aback.

This size of demon beast exists only in the deep sea regions and is a unique species of the Demon Beast Abyss, far surpassing the same tier and being an extraordinarily large sea beast.

"Fellow Daoist, run!"

In their panic, the three didn’t forget to remind Lin Chang’an.

Just as the three escape lights swiftly passed by him, both sides couldn’t help but lift the corners of their mouths.

With a mocking smile, Lin Chang’an, knowing that if he hadn’t sensed these people earlier, or even that this sea beast was released by them, he might have almost believed their act.

You have to say, if it were any other cultivator suddenly seeing this terrifying deep sea giant beast, their first instinct would also be to flee.

"Good opportunity!"

As the other three escape lights traversed past him, excitement flashed in the eyes of the three.

Sure enough, the opponent fell for this trick again.

The well-fed middle-aged cultivator laughed excitedly and directly took out a poison sac from the storage bag, driving it with his mana.

In an instant, a mass of purple-black fog enveloped the area.

The other two then cast spells to control the poison mist.

"Haha, it worked!"

This poison sac was something they obtained by chance in the Outer Sea, a poison sac of a Tier Four Deep Sea Giant Beast, although it contained only a little residue.

It allowed them to deal with same-tier Core Formation cultivators, and even with Tier Three demon beasts, it was invincible.

"Boss Fan, stop acting, let’s not let this person escape."

The three laughed with excitement, ready to prepare for the opponent’s escape attempt.

In the distance, the grey-haired old man, still awkwardly acting, revealed a smile of successful scheming upon seeing this.

"After this is done, we can leave the Demon Beast Abyss. Who cares about the Nascent Soul influence? If they dare, let them search to the ends of the earth."

However, just as the four were smiling with excitement, several sword auras suddenly attacked from behind.

"Be careful!"

Especially the three cultivators who first surrounded Lin Chang’an were shocked and hurriedly cast mana shields, but the sword auras were too fast.

Under the booms of collisions, they barely managed to block it together.

At this moment, the purple-black poison mist was visibly dispersing, and what they finally saw was Lin Chang’an inhaling deeply, drawing all the poison mist into his body.

"Run!"

Seeing this scene, the four people’s pupils shrank, and without the slightest hesitation, they chose to escape directly.

Their tactics all relied on this terrifying poison mist.

"I’ll return it to you!"

At this moment, Lin Chang’an opened his mouth and nose, suddenly expelling all the poison mist he had inhaled.

The purple-black poison mist turned into an arrow and instantly swept over; caught off guard, the three hurriedly opened their mana shields in panic.

"No! Fellow Daoist, spare us."

"This poison has no antidote..."

This poison mist was too potent, as it instantly corroded the defensive shields of the Core Formation cultivators, leaving holes, even with the slightest touch.

The skin of the three Core Formation cultivators instantly turned a black-purple hue, their mana even more delayed.