Chapter 1085

Chapter 1085: 120 Years

Xu Fan nodded at the Fuzzy Extraterrestrial Demon’s gaze.

He was certain that what this little creature said was true.

“Alright, since you’ve chosen to survive, I’ll place you in a slightly more comfortable spot.”

When the Fuzzy Extraterrestrial Demon decided to live, Xu Fan had already instructed Grape to construct a special prison in the Source Realm for confining Extraterrestrial Demons.

The small world of the prison was surrounded by a grand formation of 108 layers of Buddhist light to trap demons.

“In there, you’ll share everything you know with Grape.”

After Xu Fan finished speaking, he recalled Number Two, and his consciousness returned to his main body.

A ball of purple spiritual light appeared in his hand, containing the Fuzzy Extraterrestrial Demon.

A teleportation formation activated, sending the purple light directly into the Buddhist light prison world.

Afterward, Xu Fan continued refining holy elixirs in the Time Acceleration Small World.

One month in the outside world equaled a thousand years in the acceleration small world.

Xu Fan’s Big Brother, the elderly man with white hair, arrived right on time at the Hidden Spirit Sect.

In the courtyard, Xu Fan handed over both the Xuanhuang Great Nourishing Holy Elixir and the Tianyuan Great Nourishing Holy Elixir to his Big Brother.

“The materials you provided were more than enough, so I made ten extra Tianyuan Great Nourishing Holy Elixirs for you.”

“After you self-destruct ten times and deal with the backlash, take one of these. Even if you’re a Golden Immortal, it’ll help you recover from the losses.”

Xu Fan handed the two jade boxes filled with holy elixirs to his Big Brother.

“Younger brother, thank you for your hard work.”

“While I was refining the elixirs, you were running around for me. This is the least I could do,” Xu Fan replied with a smile.

“Younger brother, no more small talk. I need to hurry back to recover and aim for that Golden Immortal breakthrough. Once I do, I’ll help you track down the Ancestral Dragon,” the elderly man with white hair said.

After Xu Fan thanked him, the elderly man left.

Just then, Grape’s voice suddenly rang out.

“Master, there’s been a development. I’ve extracted some information from the Extraterrestrial Demon’s memory.”

“If the Dragon Race’s quasi-saint Ancestral Dragon leaves the Divine Dragon Realm, it will only take 120 years to reach the Wood Origin Immortal Realm.”

“The time remaining is…”

“No need to tell me how long,” Xu Fan waved his hand and returned to the Source Realm.

In an unknown star region, within a perilous zone.

This area was filled with the Great Decline of the Five Elements. Even a Great Luo would perish if trapped here.

Even the River of Time avoided this dangerous place.

At that moment, a pure white Ancestral Dragon was navigating through the perilous zone.

The Great Decline of the Five Elements left no mark on its Dragon Scales.

The Earthly Ancestral Dragon gazed at the vortex formed by the Great Decline of the Five Elements and charged through it with its massive dragon body. The landscape ahead cleared, revealing a towering stone door in the distance. Above the stone door, the essence of all paths from the Three Thousand Realms had gathered. Beneath it stood a woman clad in Battle Armor, as though she had been there for eons, waiting for some distant, unknown being to return.

Even though the Earthly Ancestral Dragon was several light armor distances away from the stone door, the aura radiating from both the door and the woman forced the dragon to suppress its imposing presence. It went from a roaring, majestic tiger to a meek, submissive kitten. The dragon cast a fearful glance at the stone door, and when its eyes fell upon the woman in Battle Armor, it lowered its proud dragon head in reverence.

Without delay, the dragon sped through the safe zone of this perilous realm, as if this place was far more treacherous than the Great Decline outside. After the Earthly Ancestral Dragon departed, the woman beneath the stone door merely glanced lightly in its direction before returning her attention to the Great Decline.

The Earthly Ancestral Dragon exhaled deeply in relief. If not for the pressing urgency of the Dragon Race’s affairs, it would never have dared to cross this deadly star region.

"I didn’t expect her to still be at the gate," the dragon muttered, its voice trembling like a dog that had narrowly escaped a tiger’s claws. Even after moving away, the dragon’s legs felt weak, as if the fear still lingered.

"Once I leave the Great Decline, I must warn my clan. No one should recklessly seek death here."

"The outer realms… Once I fully grasp the essence of the wide road, I will venture there without hesitation," the Earthly Ancestral Dragon declared with unwavering determination.

Meanwhile, in the Southern Dipper Immortal Realm, within the perilous expanse of a thousand mountains, Han Feiyu trudged through waist-deep snow, battling the relentless wind and frost. The harsh conditions left him no energy to indulge in light and shadow dramas. His sole focus was on mustering every ounce of strength to endure the freezing tempest.

"When will this torment end?" he groaned. In just a few decades, Han Feiyu felt as though he was repaying all the hardships he had avoided during his earlier, carefree days—now doubled in intensity.

In this treacherous expanse of wind and snow, he struggled to find enough food and warmth. His body was perpetually drained, and even the spirit pills and herbs from his jade gourd offered little relief. They provided only a fleeting respite; after a hundred steps against the biting wind, the exhaustion would return in full force.

Suddenly, a blazing red light illuminated the distant sky. Han Feiyu, his face crusted with ice, managed a strained smile. Each time this red light appeared, it signaled a brief reprieve—a half-day rest in this unforgiving landscape.

Soon after, the Mechanical Puppet Little A arrived, dragging the carcass of a white giant bear. Without hesitation, it slit the bear’s throat with a small knife. Han Feiyu immediately pressed his mouth to the wound, drinking deeply from the bear’s warm blood.

After an hour of feeding, thick steam rose visibly from Han Feiyu’s body, a sign of the heat generated by the blood. Once he had drained the last drop, Han Feiyu summoned a large tent crafted from the bear’s bones and fur. Inside lay a sleeping bag made from the bear’s pelt. Han Feiyu crawled into the tent and curled up inside the sleeping bag.

"This giant bear holds a lot of energy. You can rest for seven hours," Little A said calmly.

Han Feiyu nestled deeper into the sleeping bag. "Little A, have you found a way to cure the icy poison in my body?" he asked.

"Not yet," Little A replied. "But it’s clear that in this perilous expanse of wind and snow, the icy poison in your body will only worsen, becoming irreversible. Only by leaving this area can the poison be alleviated."

When Han Feiyu first entered this frozen wasteland, he had thought it no different from the previous regions, once he adjusted to the low gravity. But over time, he realized that even his fur coat, which shielded him from the wind and snow, couldn’t protect him from the icy poison that permeated this place. The cold seeped into his spirit, chilling his limbs to the core. No amount of warmth from his fur coat could fend off the icy poison that gnawed at his very soul.