Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World

Chapter 1393: Chapter 644: The Origin of the True Spirit Clan, Ancient Secrets

“From a certain point of view, this Wandering Mist Invisibility Bloodline Divine Technique can be considered a life-preserving Divine Power.”

“Once you encounter danger, you can immediately escape and flee.”

“Of course, it can also be used to launch surprise attacks on the enemy—truly an integration of offense and defense.”

“Obviously, for High-tier Cultivators, defense and survival are still a bit more important.”

Jiang Fan stroked his chin.

Most of the Bloodline Divine Techniques he had obtained before were offensive in nature, slaughter unmatched.

But he basically had no Divine Powers focused on defense or escape.

The appearance of this Bloodline Divine Technique just happened to make up for his own shortcoming.

“Let’s test the power of this Bloodline Divine Technique.”

With that thought, Jiang Fan’s figure flickered, and he immediately left the Quiet Chamber, arriving in a dense forest outside.

All around were many Cultivators who had entered the depths of the mountain range in search of opportunities.

He stood in midair. At his fingertip, that wisp of pale-cyan Soaring Snake Bloodline Power lightly trembled in his meridians.

With a stir of his mind, he guided it gently along with the bloodline’s instinct—

The air around his body suddenly turned cold.

It was not an Illusion Technique, not aura-concealment, but his fleshly body being disassembled into mist.

Skin, robes, strands of hair, all dissolved in a near-illusory fashion, turning into an extremely faint, extremely light, nearly transparent mysterious mist, like smoke, like gauze, rippling lightly in place.

Heartbeat, breathing, Spiritual Power fluctuations, Divine Soul aura…everything that could be sensed sank into the mist in an instant, vanishing without a trace.

He subconsciously took a step.

There was no sound beneath his feet, no wind, no weight.

His entire being was like a true wisp of mist, slowly drifting in the air.

Passing through grass and trees, through light and shadow, through the areas swept by the Divine Sense of numerous Cultivators—these Cultivators clearly had their Divine Sense covering the whole area, yet they only took him for an ordinary strand of forest vapor, without the slightest vigilance.

“Interesting. Even Void Refining Cultivators can’t detect it?”

“Perhaps it’s the same for Integration Cultivators.”

“I just don’t know whether it can fool Mahayana Cultivators.”

Jiang Fan’s eyes flickered as he pondered where the true limit of this Bloodline Divine Technique lay.

Obviously, this was the Soaring Snake’s Wandering Mist Invisibility.

Not hiding away, but becoming the mist itself.

Everywhere the eye could see was a place he could roam; wherever the wind reached was a place he could vanish.

He tried to increase his speed.

The mist-shadow leapt, like lightning, like illusion, shuttling silently through the forest. Cracks in stone walls, weak points in Arrays, gaps in Restrictions…wherever there was the slightest flow of qi, he could turn into mist and seep in—omnipresent, traceless.

Occasionally, a Cultivator walked past, so close he could reach out and touch them, yet they sensed not the slightest abnormality.

What they saw was only a stretch of emptiness;

what they perceived was only a patch of tranquility;

what they believed was simply that no one was here.

Jiang Fan stopped beside an ancient tree, his figure back out from the mist, robes fluttering without wind, a satisfied look on his face.

Just now, he had truly experienced the terror of this Bloodline Divine Technique—

Heaven and earth become mist, and I become roaming smoke.

Visible and audible, yet impossible to seize.

Coming without shadow, leaving without trace—within the vast world, I may stealth as I please.

This was the Ancient Soaring Snake’s innate Escape Technique that stood above ten thousand Escape Techniques—Wandering Mist Invisibility.

“Master, as you are now, you’re already not much different from a True Spirit.”

“I can feel the rich True Spirit Bloodline in your body.”

“If you are willing, Master, you could completely create a True Spirit Clan.”

“Every member of this clan would contain the Soaring Snake Bloodline.”

The Demon-Vibrating Bell said with deep emotion.

It had lived for so long, yet this was the first time it had seen an ordinary Cultivator obtain True Spirit Bloodline through Cultivation. This was practically a miracle, truly inconceivable.

If it hadn’t seen it with its own eyes, it would never have believed such a thing could happen.

After all, True Spirits were basically Innate existences, how could they possibly be achieved through Postnatal Cultivation? It was simply too outrageous.

“Create a True Spirit Clan? How would I do that?”

Jiang Fan asked curiously.

“As far as I know, there are two methods in total.”

“One method is naturally to take wives and concubines, and use women to bear your descendants.”

“This method allows the descendants to inherit a vast True Spirit Bloodline, and their talent at birth will also be extremely high.”

“Such descendants are the True Spirit’s Direct Descendants. But even in the Ancient Era, such Direct Descendants were extremely rare. After all, for a True Spirit to give birth to true Direct Descendants is a very difficult matter.”

“The second method is to use the Essence Blood within your body to create collateral descendants. Such descendants only inherit part of the True Spirit Bloodline, exceedingly thin. But no matter how thin, they are still Cultivators who contain True Spirit Bloodline.”

“Moreover, Cultivators who contain True Spirit Bloodline will almost always possess a Spirit Root. They are Innate Cultivators. With such an advantage, it is possible to produce collateral descendants on a large scale.”

“In fact, in the Ancient Era, the vast majority of members of any True Spirit Clan were collateral descendants, containing a thin True Spirit Bloodline within their bodies.”

“Yet even so, their Cultivation talent was still far stronger than that of ordinary Cultivators by too great a margin.”

The Demon-Vibrating Bell explained.

As the injuries on its body had completely recovered, the memories from the Ancient Era were gradually unsealed.

Thus it was very familiar with the True Spirit Clans of the Ancient Era and knew well their intricacies and secrets.

To ordinary Cultivators, True Spirit Clans were extremely mysterious.

But for Integration Cultivators, and even Mahayana Cultivators, there wasn’t much mystery to True Spirit Clans at all.