Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1260 - 581: Overcoming Calamity and Obtaining a First-Grade Opportunity

"Has the Immortal Prison Hall also started to recover some of its strength?"

At this very moment, the Prison Elder also detected the artifact spirit of the Immortal Prison Hall awakening.

However, this was something it had already foreseen. If the Immortal Prison Hall were to mend from its injuries, it would naturally benefit the artifact spirit.

But this was not an issue; it believed it would eventually be able to devour this artifact spirit.

More crucially, it intended to exploit the Immortal Prison Hall's resurgence to break free from some existing restraints.

By doing so, it could achieve far greater feats, even extending its influence outward to affect more regions within the Immortal Prison.

And all of this was possible thanks to the foolish mortal cultivator.

This mortal cultivator likely never conceived that their actions would lead to such dire consequences, even in death.

Still, this was perfectly understandable.

After all, they were merely a mortal cultivator with a limited perspective; how could they comprehend the true power wielded by formidable individuals?

"Wait, what exactly is this human attempting to do?"

Suddenly, while the Prison Elder was contemplating how to deal with the mortal cultivator, it witnessed the human making a move precisely as its powers were on the verge of recovery.

An obscure black spear materialized from the human, and the moment it appeared, the surrounding spacetime seemed to freeze.

Concurrently, the Domain of Death unfurled in all directions, ushering in an era of unending silence and devastation upon the world.

Even an entity as powerful and enigmatic as the Prison Elder experienced a terrifying sense of suffocation.

"The Spear of Hell—this is the Immortal Prison's Magical Treasure, the Spear of Hell!"

"Hold on, wasn't this Immortal Artifact supposed to have been shattered long ago? Why does it manifest here?"

"Where in the blazes did this mortal cultivator get the Spear of Hell from?"

The Prison Elder's countenance shifted dramatically; it had never anticipated that at this crucial juncture, this contemptible mortal cultivator would possess such a trump card, having actually obtained the Spear of Hell.

Undoubtedly, this mortal cultivator had meticulously prepared numerous contingencies for this very moment, a clear demonstration of their profound cunning.

It had previously assumed this mortal cultivator was utterly ignorant.

But now, it appeared the adversary was fully aware and had been plotting for an extended period to deceive it.

"It's over, I cannot move, nor can I unleash any power."

"To what extent did this fellow meticulously plot against me?!"

The Prison Elder's face turned ashen.

Its initial intention was to retaliate and instantly obliterate the detestable mortal cultivator before its eyes, but it swiftly realized its power was utterly suppressed by the might of the Immortal Prison Hall, rendering it unable to budge an inch.

If it had been granted merely one more breath, some of the sealing chains binding it would have snapped, allowing it to regain a portion of its strength. At that point, dispatching the mortal cultivator would have been a simple matter.

Yet, at this precise moment of extreme vulnerability, its opponent had struck, catching it entirely off guard.

Thud!

In the subsequent second, the Spear of Hell descended, transforming into a black streak of light that impaled its body, while the potent Law of Death surged forth, eradicating its very essence.

"Ah!"

The Prison Elder could not suppress a piercing scream, enduring agony beyond compare, akin to being flayed by a thousand blades. This torment was indescribable as its form disintegrated fragment by fragment.

It was now filled with profound regret; had it foreseen the immense peril this mortal cultivator represented, it would have spared no effort to eliminate them much earlier.

But precisely because of its own arrogance, underestimating the threat posed by the mortal cultivator, it found itself in this dire predicament—a self-inflicted consequence.

Unbeknownst to the Prison Elder, had it truly harbored such intentions, Jiang Fan would have been aware of them in advance, and would not have dared to venture into the Immortal Prison Hall. It was precisely because it harbored no such plans that Jiang Fan felt emboldened to approach the Immortal Prison Hall.

One could assert that the actions of the Prison Elder were merely a predetermined thread in the tapestry of fate, an outcome already foreseen by Jiang Fan.

Whoosh!

In an instant, at the precipice of oblivion, the Prison Elder transformed into a beam of black light and plunged into the abyssal depths of the Immortal Prison Hall, shedding a significant portion of its physical form like a gecko shedding its tail to preserve its life.

It then vanished from Jiang Fan's sight, having completely disappeared.

"An escape, is it?"

Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes, sensing that although the Spear of Hell had inflicted grievous injuries upon the Prison Elder, it had not truly annihilated this formidable entity.

The opponent had fragmented itself, merging into the unfathomable depths of the Immortal Prison Hall, rendering it impossible to locate.

"Indeed, it managed to escape."

"This entity has been eroding the Immortal Prison Hall for eons, spanning at least several billion years."

"Consequently, a portion of the Immortal Prison Hall's core now belongs to it."

"As long as it desires to live, dispatching it is an exceedingly arduous task."

"To have wounded it to this severe degree is, in all honesty, the most optimal scenario."

The Spear of Hell vocalized.

Frankly speaking, it had not anticipated such an advantageous conclusion to the conflict.

Initially, it believed that by leveraging its own strength to inflict even minimal harm upon this mysterious being would constitute a significant triumph.

Never in its wildest imagination had it foreseen that the precise moment this Mortal Cultivator selected for its intervention would be so impeccably aligned, where even a fraction of a second's difference in timing could have drastically altered the outcome.

It was this perfectly orchestrated strike that inflicted grievous wounds upon the Prison Elder, driving the adversary perilously close to demise.