Chapter 245 Leaving Early Isnt Allowed Forced to Reveal the Beast Companion

Retreat!

Yu Xian had only one thought in his heart—retreat!

He continued to fall back for over forty li, before the oppressive pressure in his heart finally subsided significantly. Only then did he let out a breath of relief.

As for the cultivator trapped in the main peak, he still hadn’t noticed that Yu Xian had withdrawn.

Under the time distortion at the base of the mountain, what that cultivator saw was still Yu Xian watching from afar, hesitant to approach.

In his world, time was flowing nearly fifty thousand times faster than the outside!

This wasn’t just a thousandfold from the outside world—it was fifty times a thousand!

To Yu Xian, everything inside appeared frighteningly slow—almost completely frozen.

But to Yu Xian’s eyes, that cultivator was visibly aging, moment by moment. For a Foundation Establishment cultivator with two hundred years of lifespan, standing at the base of the mountain gave him no more than twenty hours of remaining life!

“Afraid to chase me, huh?! Hahaha! Fine then, I’ll go look for the Pill Spring! With the time flowing so fast here, if I don’t drink from the spring, wouldn’t I be at a loss? Hahahaha!”

The cultivator laughed loudly again, pointed mockingly at the “Yu Xian” he saw, and turned to head down the mountain.

At the central main peak of the Xuantian Secret Realm, there was a mystical spring infused with a pill left by the founding ancestor of the Xuantian Sect. The spring water was said to be full of medicinal essence—one sip could work wonders!

This was a well-known secret.

However, of the hundreds of thousands who had entered the realm over the years, fewer than five people had drunk from it and lived.

Still, the cultivator had no choice—he was already deep inside. If he didn’t go after it now, what was he waiting for?

His decision wasn’t wrong, all things considered.

From afar, Yu Xian saw him head downhill and tried to follow around the peak, but the distance was too great. Eventually, the cultivator disappeared from his view.

But even if he vanished, Yu Xian couldn’t allow him to leave this place alive.

So, Yu Xian ascended into the sky and began circling the peak like an eagle patrolling the mountains.

As for what would happen to the cultivator inside, the answer would come in three to five days:

He would either die of old age, or realize the danger of the time distortion and flee.

If he died inside—perfect.

If he tried to leave, Yu Xian would immediately attack, either killing him or forcing him back inside.

Thus, Yu Xian continued circling like a predatory bird.

“Why is the time flow so extreme?!”

Above, two Divine Transformation experts watched everything below. Fu Ning’an and the old Daoist saw it all.

They observed the cultivator aging visibly as he searched for the spring below.

The old Daoist growled, “Even if it’s a thousandfold time flow, one day outside equals a thousand inside. That should give him at least thirty days with his Foundation Establishment lifespan. But at this rate, he won’t last even one day! This is far beyond a mere thousandfold! What is happening!?”

“Hahahaha!”

Fu Ning’an laughed and said, “I thought you understood the Xuantian Secret Realm. You’re making me laugh.”

“What do you mean by that?!”

The old Daoist gritted his teeth. “Are you mocking me?!”

“Of course I am,” Fu Ning’an said coolly. “Your Blood River Sect came here to fight for the Xuantian Secret Realm, but didn’t do your homework.”

“What the hell is going on then?!”

“Figure it out yourself,” Fu Ning’an sneered. “Your spies in my sect are just freeloaders, huh?”

The old Daoist turned green and white with rage. Blood River Sect’s spies had sent detailed reports, including the six danger zones.

But the central main peak’s time flow was not what the intel said.

They’d heard it was a thousandfold—but this was clearly far beyond that!

Looking again, the cultivator below now resembled a man in his sixties—and only a few hours had passed.

It was over.

He was going to die in there. Even if he realized and tried to escape, Yu Xian was watching from above like a hawk—there was no chance.

At the foot of the mountain, the cultivator kept moving, unaware of how much he had aged.

Five hours in, he saw something ahead—a massive stone and a glowing spring.

A pool of clear water about three feet wide glimmered faintly, nestled atop a stone about one zhang thick.

This was the legendary Pill Spring.

He didn’t notice the human-shaped ash piles on the ground—former cultivators who had died here, turned to dust.

All he saw was hope.

He didn’t want to come here. But now that he was here, and couldn’t leave, he had to gamble.

If he drank from the spring and formed his Golden Core, he would gain longevity, strength, and easily kill Yu Xian.

Maybe he was the chosen one, destined to rise from despair and overturn his fate!

He rushed toward it—but his legs suddenly went limp.

He couldn’t lift them. His strength had evaporated.

“What’s happening…?”

He looked down at his hands—they were thin, blackened, shriveled like bark.

“My hands…”

His voice turned hoarse.

“No… no…”

His eyes were cloudy, his face dry and twisted with horror. He collapsed, unable to stand again.

He had aged to death.

Outside the peak, Yu Xian was still circling when he heard Fu Ning’an’s voice:

“He’s dead.”

Without hesitation, Yu Xian turned and flew away.

If Fu Ning’an said it, it had to be true.

Ten hours inside—that cultivator had died of old age at the foot of the mountain.

Such terrifying time flow!

Yu Xian learned his lesson. Now he had to block off access to the central peak, to prevent others from approaching.

If anyone stayed within a hundred li of the peak, they’d eventually be worn down and die.

He returned to within two hundred li of the entrance, facing outward from the main peak, eyes cold, expression calm.

The sixth challenger was coming.

Above, the two Divine Transformation experts watched.

The old Daoist didn’t go out right away, so Fu Ning’an didn’t either.

The old Daoist’s gaze swept from the corpse back to Yu Xian, and he said slowly, “This kid is quite the genius. Fu Ning’an, do you want to watch him be worn down by time and die?”

“You want to change the rules?” Fu Ning’an asked.

“Your sect has four holy sons, each a prodigy, but none of them showed up. Aren’t you afraid of hidden damage from time distortion?” the old Daoist said.

“And what about your sect’s own top-tier talents?” Fu Ning’an countered. “Aren’t they hiding too?”

“Geniuses are rare,” the old Daoist said, pointing at Yu Xian. “You clearly want to take him as a disciple. Do you want to watch him be ruined by time?”

Fu Ning’an frowned. “Get to the point.”

“I’ve already lost five disciples to him,” the old Daoist said. “Let’s stop here. It’s 2–5. I’ll send new people, and we’ll continue from scratch.”

Fu Ning’an pondered. Yu Xian’s momentum was terrifying—even late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators feared him.

If the battles continued, Yu Xian might win them all.

But if he agreed to reset the matches, things could go either way—and Fu Ning’an wasn’t confident.

Yet if he didn’t agree, Blood River Sect might start sending people in just to drag out the time, wearing Yu Xian down until his very foundation was damaged.

“…Alright,” Fu Ning’an finally said. “Let Yu Xian fight three more rounds. After that, he will withdraw, and we will replace him.”

“Are you kidding me?” the old Daoist snapped. “Agree or not—make up your mind! I don’t care if I lose fifteen men. If your genius ends up crippled by time, I’ll be satisfied!”

Fu Ning’an’s face darkened. “This is his fate. He joined the trial, he faces the consequences. If he dies, then so be it.”

“You!” the old Daoist shouted. “Fu Ning’an, you’re worse than a devil cultivator! Pretending to be righteous, but more vicious than anyone!”

With that, he stormed off.

Fu Ning’an remained unmoved. He glanced at Yu Xian one last time, then disappeared as well.

Yu Xian, unaware he’d just lost a chance to exit early, continued to guard the area.

But that ignorance gave him peace of mind.

He believed from the beginning—he would have to fight to the end.

His gaze was cold and sharp, locked on the entrance.

Soon, ten more hours passed.

The portal twisted, and another figure emerged—flying into the air the moment he landed.

“Quick fight! Don’t let him drag it out!” came Fu Ning’an’s voice in Yu Xian’s ear.

Boom!

The ground shook. Yu Xian kicked off with explosive speed. Backed by the Purple Luan Steps and Wood Yang Lightness Art, his burst was even faster than most peak Foundation Establishment cultivators!

Seeing Yu Xian, the newcomer was shocked and immediately fled toward the Fogpine Forest!

That’s where the old Daoist had told him to go—if he could enter, even if lost, he might still survive.

He knew Yu Xian had killed An Jinyuan, whom even he couldn’t beat. If caught, he was as good as dead.

Yu Xian’s eyes narrowed.

Damn it…

This guy was aiming for the Fogpine Forest!

If he entered, Yu Xian had to choose: chase and risk getting lost—or let him stall endlessly.

Worse, the Blood River elder had revealed his position—if Yu Xian guarded the central peak, enemies would run to the forest; if he guarded the forest, they’d run to the peak.

He was being played.

Even Yu Xian couldn’t suppress his anger.

That old bastard had broken the rules and sabotaged him!

With a cold resolve, Yu Xian waved his hand—

Caw!

A piercing cry rang out. A giant cloud heron appeared in the sky!

Even Fu Ning’an and the old Daoist were stunned.

“A spirit beast pouch?”