Immortal Reincarnation Tribulation

Chapter 186 A Beauty Beyond Compare

Of course, among those in Dongshi Mountain, only Du Fan himself is aware of this matter so far. It is likely that even the Golden Core experts outside Dongshi Mountain have completely overlooked this point.

After a long while, Du Fan slowly walked towards the third peak.

Counting the days, there are still more than six days left before leaving Dongshi Mountain, enough time for Du Fan to hunt his way back from the third peak.

During this period, apart from needing to carefully avoid cultivators who came here for trials, there were no other dangers for Du Fan.

Just as he left the place where he fell and walked more than ten miles towards the third peak, a sweep of his divine sense revealed two level-four magical beast caves.

His expression changed drastically, and he quickly withdrew his divine sense, thus avoiding attracting the attention of the magical beasts.

"Could the canyon be the habitat of a level four magical beast...?" Du Fan had a guess. His previous relaxed mood suddenly turned into a heart-pounding fear.

Several hours later, after Du Fan had traveled about twenty miles, he had cleverly bypassed no fewer than ten level-four magical beast caves.

Once, he suddenly thought of something, and driven by intense curiosity, he used his divine sense to carefully explore a cave, but he did not find any Nether Stones in the cave.

Du Fan's eyes flashed. It seemed that the canyon had already far exceeded the level of the trial and was no longer within the deployment range of those old Golden Core cultivators in the Eastern Region of Jizhou.

After half a day of careful maneuvering, he arrived at a stream.

Du Fan looked up and could vaguely see a waterfall at a cliff on the third peak, cascading down like a celestial river. It seemed that the source of this stream was the mountain spring flowing from the top of the third peak.

Just then, Du Fan, who had been gazing absently at the distant waterfall, turned around and looked again at the seemingly endless stream, letting out a soft sigh:

"Life is like this stream; you know where it begins, but you don't know where it ends..."

Du Fan stood there with a melancholy expression, letting the breeze ruffle his robes and dishevel his long hair.

Suddenly, Du Fan couldn't help but chuckle, because he realized that apart from the eerie scenery and the various magical beasts that filled the place, it was quite similar to his experience of falling off a cliff in Hundred Flowers Valley.

The same fall off a cliff, the same survival, the same flowing water...

"Sometimes, life and history often have striking similarities."

The stream, life, history—perhaps none of them truly begin, nor truly end; there is only one cycle after another. And you will never know where you are in that cycle…

Thinking of this, Du Fan smiled freely, his expression clearing up, and said with a smile:

"Since I don't know where I am, I can only keep going, because... I have no other choice!"

Du Fan shook his head, moved, and strode forward.

He noticed that the density of level four monster caves near the stream had decreased significantly, so he decided to go upstream along the stream to the third peak.

Two hours later, when Du Fan was about ten miles away from the foot of the third peak, he stopped and looked at a pile of rocks in the distance, a look of hesitation on his face.

"There are Nether Stones in this cave; perhaps we could give it a try."

Half an hour earlier, Du Fan had realized that he seemed to have successfully crossed the terrifying group of level four magical beasts and left the place that was like a forbidden zone to him.

Next, Du Fan encountered level three magical beast caves, but none of these caves contained any Nether Stones.

The cave before him was the first time he had seen the Nether Stone since he fell into the East Origin Mountain Canyon.

"There are only forty Netherstones inside. Compared to the level three magical beast caves at the top of the first two peaks, this number isn't much. Perhaps this magical beast isn't too powerful among those of the same level..."

Du Fan's eyes gleamed, and he seemed eager to try.

"Although magical beasts are much stronger than human cultivators in terms of physique and magical power, and thus suppress cultivators by a large margin when fighting at the same level, they are somewhat lacking in intelligence."

Therefore, when facing a regular level three magical beast, I might still have a chance of winning, and even if I'm defeated, escaping shouldn't be an obstacle.

Du Fan took a deep breath, a resolute look in his eyes.

After a short while, Du Fan stood before a pile of rocks, his robes fluttering, his expression calm.

Before him stood a demonic tiger with purplish-black fur, as tall as a man and over ten feet long. Just by standing there motionless, it exuded an astonishing aura of power, the aura of a born king.

On the tiger's forehead is a majestic "王" (king) character, its purplish-black color particularly prominent, shimmering with an eerie light that flickers between light and darkness, making it extremely strange.

A series of deep, angry roars emanated from the beast's mouth, as if Du Fan had offended its majesty. Its tiger-like eyes revealed a ferocious look as it stared at Du Fan.

At this moment, Du Fan had already determined that the cultivation level of this level three demonic tiger was indeed not high, equivalent to about the sixth level of the Qi Refining stage of a cultivator.

Even if it has some advantage in combat strength and physical body, for Du Fan now, as long as it doesn't become demonized like the previous demon rabbit, then there shouldn't be too much of a problem.

One had a fierce look in his eyes and looked imposing, while the other stood calmly with his hands behind his back. The two were about to clash.

In no time, the two moved simultaneously, and with a whoosh, purple, black and green light intertwined, creating a deafening roar.

Two hours later, Du Fan stood there, panting heavily, his clothes somewhat tattered, covered in sweat, looking rather disheveled. He held a silver sword in his hand.

Not far in front of him, on the gravel ground, lay a tall, purplish-black tiger. This beast was the Level 3 Demonic Tiger that had fought Du Fan here for two hours.

However, at this moment, a sword wound about a foot in size appeared on the chest and abdomen of this magical beast. The wound was extremely deep, as if it had been ripped open, and purplish-black blood flowed all over the ground.

In addition, the beast's head, limbs, and back were covered with dense pits and had collapsed deeply.

The tiger's bones were shattered everywhere, as if it had been smashed by a heavy hammer, making it a horrifying sight to behold.

This once majestic level-three demonic tiger lay there quietly, clearly dead beyond any doubt.

Du Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out the demonic core from the demonic tiger's head, and went directly into the beast's cave, collecting the forty Nether Stones placed on the ground.

As he stepped out of the cave and was about to leave, he suddenly heard a woman's soft sigh. Her voice seemed to contain endless sorrow, causing one to feel a pang of pain involuntarily upon hearing it.

This feeling is especially strong when it reaches a man's ear.

Du Fan was no exception; for some reason, he felt extremely sad, a very strong bitterness permeating his heart, as if this woman was incredibly pitiful, so pitiful that it broke his heart.

And in that instant, he felt an impulse to protect and care for the other person for the rest of his life.

However, Du Fan quickly regained his senses with a jolt.

At this moment, his eyebrows twitched violently, his heart pounded, and a chill ran down his spine.

If that woman had harbored any ill intentions towards him, in that brief moment of distraction, he would likely be dead right now, and with his eyes wide open in death.

Du Fan turned around abruptly. Although he was somewhat prepared, the moment he looked at the woman, his breath caught in his throat and became rapid. His heart pounded faster, and even the slight anger he had felt earlier vanished in that instant…

The woman had a slender figure with a waist that could be encircled by one hand. Her black gauze dress perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down to her waist, and her unadorned features resembled a masterpiece of art, natural and flawless. Only her smooth, alabaster-like skin appeared somewhat pale, giving her an infinitely poignant beauty.

But it is precisely this poignant beauty, this breathtaking beauty, this pitiful beauty, this beauty that... is almost inhuman.

"A fairy descended to earth? No, this isn't celestial aura; naturally alluring? No, this woman has absolutely no seductive intent; pure and lovely? That doesn't seem quite right either; untouched by worldly affairs? Very close, but not entirely..."

Instead, it possesses a different kind of indescribable beauty, beyond description...

Perhaps only one word can capture even a fraction of her beauty: "Peerless beauty!"

Du Fan couldn't help but show a look of infatuation, murmuring to himself. This was not the greedy behavior of a scoundrel, but the heartfelt appreciation of a normal person for the beautiful things in the world.

The woman in the black dress was the most stunning woman Du Fan had ever seen, even surpassing the breathtakingly beautiful and elegant Xiao Yan by a significant margin. Although the two women possessed different qualities, the difference in their appearance was immediately apparent.

Before this, Du Fan had never imagined that a woman could be so beautiful; a single sigh or a strand of sorrow was enough to captivate the heart.

Du Fan could already tell that the sigh that had just stirred up his inexplicable emotions did not contain any magical fluctuations or any mental factors; it was simply a natural sound.

It's like this: if the other person frowns, I will feel infinitely sad; if the other person smiles slightly, I will feel overjoyed.

What's most terrifying is that this woman's emotional shifts completely prevent one from feeling even the slightest anger or resistance. Even after regaining one's composure, one simply feels it's only natural, or even willingly accepted...

The woman in the black dress was also looking at Du Fan. She was not angry at the man's almost rude gaze. She just looked at him quietly, and occasionally a very complex glint flashed in her beautiful eyes.