Chapter 353 - 293-294: Another Little Bug? Devouring Immortal Demon Technique Reaches Perfection, Gains Three More Immortal Techniques

Seeing this, Lin Chang’sheng frowned slightly.

Lin Chang’sheng had been to the Spirit-Seizing Land before—he knew exactly what it was like in there.

Even if he went in with Late Stage of Nascent Soul cultivation, the place would still be fraught with deadly danger.

Did he really need to risk his life just to hunt down Zhao Fuhu?

After much hesitation, Lin Chang’sheng decided not to take the risk.

"Zhao Fuhu went in—he’s as good as dead!"

Leaving that sentence behind, Lin Chang’sheng turned around and left.

He had much more important things to do—acquiring the Sea God Tower.

This treasure was a Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure level artifact, and its power should not be underestimated.

No need to delay important matters over Zhao Fuhu.

On his way to the Demon Evil Sea, Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t idle—he opened up Su Changkong’s storage bag for inspection.

This greedy and ambitious man surely had no shortage of treasures inside his bag.

As soon as he opened it, Lin Chang’sheng was dazzled by the countless spirit stones, nearly unable to keep his eyes open.

Inside, spirit stones were stacked high into three small mountain ranges—there must be two or three hundred thousand pieces at least.

Other than Su Changkong’s Celestial Vault Sword and Seven-Colored Divine Buddha Bead, there were dozens of upper grade treasures and plenty of Immortal Techniques in there.

The journey wouldn’t be boring for Lin Chang’sheng now; he could delve into Immortal Techniques while traveling.

Spirit-Seizing Land.

In the depths of a ten-thousand-zhang abyss, inside a spacious, ancient great hall, a giant coffin three zhang long lay atop a white jade high platform at the center, with an elegant-faced middle-aged man resting upon it.

"Damn it, another bug has gotten inside! I absolutely cannot let him ruin my plans this time!"

The refined middle-aged man muttered, and a Primordial Spirit manifestation directly left his body.

His wounds had mostly recovered, and now his Primordial Spirit could leave the flesh.

He must not let the little insect who entered the Spirit-Seizing Land delay his recovery any longer.

So he planned to send his Primordial Spirit out, to wipe out the insect directly.

...

After Zhao Fuhu entered the Spirit-Seizing Land, he fell unconscious. When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a beach, the surrounding sea waters churning violently.

"I—I’m not dead?"

Zhao Fuhu patted himself down and realized he was completely unscathed.

He tried circulating his magical power—no problem at all.

But there wasn’t the slightest trace of spiritual energy here. Every bit of magical power he spent was nearly impossible to replenish.

"No wonder it’s called the Spirit-Seizing Land. Looks like there really isn’t any spiritual energy here. If I run out of magical power, I’ll be just a regular person. I have to find a way out."

Zhao Fuhu thought to himself, then quickly started searching his belongings for his storage bag.

To his shock, his storage bag was gone.

And he’d kept some elixirs to restore spiritual energy in there.

Even if he exhausted his magical power, he could at least replenish it a bit with elixirs.

So those elixirs were crucial to him.

More importantly, the Fiery Sun Treasure Manual of the Yin Yang Dao Sect was also inside—it was utterly unacceptable for the storage bag to be lost.

"Where did my storage bag go?"

Zhao Fuhu began searching the beach and surrounding area.

"Hey—look! Another poor sucker has fallen in here!"

"Yeah! And he’s a young guy, doesn’t look like his cultivation’s much—but for hunting sea demons, he should be enough! Saves us a lot of trouble!"

"Let’s go, have a look!"

In the distance, a group spotted Zhao Fuhu and quickly surrounded him.

"There are actually people in this place?"

Seeing some twenty or thirty people rushing over, Zhao Fuhu was shocked.

But these were all mortals, not a shred of magical power within them. The strongest was just a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

To Zhao Fuhu, these people posed no threat whatsoever.

"Everyone, I accidentally stumbled in here. Is there any way to leave?"

Zhao Fuhu wasn’t keen on being trapped here forever, so he asked, hoping to glean some useful intel.

"Leave this place? Forget it. If escape was possible, why would we be trapped here our whole lives? You’re not the first cultivator to drop into the Spirit-Seizing Land. How about helping us hunt a few sea demons before your magical power runs dry? As payment, we’ll let you enter our tribe and stay."

One of the Cloud Map Tribe leaders spoke.

Hearing this, Zhao Fuhu’s face filled with resentment: "No way—how could there not be an exit? Don’t try to fool me! If Lin Chang’sheng could get out, so can I!"

Zhao Fuhu shouted in stubborn anger.

He then noticed his storage bag hanging on a man’s waist, instantly growing even more suspicious of these people.

"Give me back my storage bag!"

Zhao Fuhu’s gaze turned cold and grim.

"You’re saying this bag is yours?"

The man looked surprised, but this storage bag was useless to them—they didn’t have divine sense and couldn’t open it anyway.

So he tossed it to Zhao Fuhu.

But the moment Zhao Fuhu grabbed it, he found he couldn’t open it. A bad feeling crept into him—he suspected someone had meddled with his storage bag.

"What’s going on? I can’t even use my divine sense?"

Zhao Fuhu was shocked—did that mean he couldn’t use any of his elixirs inside?

"I don’t believe there’s no way out of here. If you don’t tell me the truth, don’t blame me for what happens!"

Desperate now, Zhao Fuhu threatened them. If they wouldn’t reveal an escape route, he wouldn’t show mercy.

After all, he still had magical power left. He must find the exit before he was drained dry.

If his magical power was spent, all that would await him was death.

Too late—

Zhao Fuhu’s body crackled with the power of thunder; the dark clouds gathered above, bolts of silver lightning dancing across the heavens.