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Chapter 455 Tracking Jiang Chen’s Spiritual Consciousnesses

455 Tracking Jiang Chen’s Spiritual Consciousnesses

Having brokered a temporary truce with the Dragon Prince, Wang Jian ventured into the remnants of the Primordial Yin-

Yang Immortal Dominion. The battleground bore the scars of their cosmic clash, a testament to the cataclysmic forces that had ravaged its celestial expanse.

Within the devastated dominion, Wang Jian made his way toward the Heavenly Court’s headquarters. The once-majestic structures now stood as eerie silhouettes of their former glory. As he entered the heart of the Heavenly Court’s sanctum, Wang Jian summoned the spirits of the fallen, seeking answers to the enigma that shrouded their ambitions.

Wisps of spiritual energy gathered around him, coalescing into ghostly figures of the departed.

With an air of authority, Wang Jian addressed the spectral assembly. “I seek answers. What drove the Heavenly Court to such audacious ambitions?”

One spirit, distinguished by an air of authority, stepped forward. “Wang Jian, you seek the truth, and I shall provide it. The Supreme Immortal Zhengyi, our leader, harbored a grand ambition—to absorb the World’s Essence and gather the origin powers of this world.”

The revelation echoed through the spectral chamber, unraveling the intricate web of the Heavenly Court’s clandestine motives. The spirit continued, “Zhengyi believed that the majority of the World’s Essence was held by five entities in this world. The Dragon Prince, the World Tree, Jiang Chen, Wang Hao, and, of course, you, Wang Jian.”

The spirits murmured among themselves, the gravity of their disclosure hanging in the spectral air. Wang Jian’s eyes narrowed as he absorbed the weight of this newfound knowledge.

“Zhengyi’s plan was audacious—he intended to eliminate all five entities and absorb the World’s Essence from them. By integrating this immense power within himself, he sought to transcend his current state and become an upper realm being. The pinnacle of power, transcending the boundaries of this world,” the spirit elucidated, the gravity of the revelation sinking in.

Wang Jian, processing the information, questioned the spirit further. “And for this lofty ambition, the Heavenly Court was willing to wage war against the Dragon Prince, the World Tree, Jiang Chen, Wang Hao, and me?”

The spirit nodded solemnly. “Zhengyi believed that by eliminating the holders of the World’s Essence, he could ascend to the upper realm, becoming a force to be reckoned with. But in his arrogance, he underestimated the powers vested in the Dragon Prince and you, Wang Jian. The celestial clash that unfolded was the result of his miscalculations, leading to the demise of the Heavenly Court.”

Wang Jian absorbed the revelations, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. The Heavenly Court’s audacious scheme, concealed beneath layers of secrecy, had ultimately crumbled in the face of the Dragon Prince and his own formidable might.

With the revelation of the Heavenly Court’s grand ambition still echoing in the spectral chamber, Wang Jian’s next move was clear—he sought a means to track down Jiang Chen and neutralize every remnant of his dispersed consciousness. If the Heavenly Court had prepared a method to target Jiang Chen, Wang Jian intended to exploit it for his own purposes.

Addressing the spirits before him, Wang Jian requested the artifact or ability that could aid him in locating the traces of Jiang Chen’s spirit across the vast expanse of the continent. The spirits, obedient in their spectral forms, guided Wang Jian to a peculiar compass—an otherworldly artifact that pulsed with a mysterious energy.

As Wang Jian infused spiritual energy into the compass, a holographic map materialized above it, depicting the entire continent in intricate detail. The spirit explained the compass’s function—the red dots scattered across the map represented the traces of Jiang Chen’s spirit.

Wang Jian’s eyes narrowed as he assessed the intricate web of red dots on the map. “So, this is how they intended to locate Jiang Chen,” he mused, a wry smile playing on his lips.

The spirit, lingering in the ethereal realm, explained the compass’s functionality. “Each red dot corresponds to a trace of Jiang Chen’s spirit. Eliminate the traces, and the red dots shall vanish. When every dot is extinguished, it signifies the complete annihilation of his consciousness.” .

Wang Jian, armed with the compass, nodded in understanding. With a determined focus, he allowed the spirits of the Heavenly Court to disperse back into the ethereal realm, their guidance no longer needed.

As Wang Jian scrutinized the holographic map, thousands of red dots blinked across its surface, each one signifying a fragment of Jiang Chen’s dispersed spirit. The vastness of the task ahead did not daunt him; instead, it fueled his determination to erase every trace of Jiang Chen’s existence.

Setting his sights on the closest red dots, Wang Jian embarked on a journey, his every step resonating with purpose. The compass guided him unerringly, directing him toward the elusive remnants of Jiang Chen’s spirit.

On his quest to annihilate these scattered traces, Wang Jian traversed landscapes, braved treacherous terrains, and engaged in encounters that tested the very limits of his prowess. As he approached the first red dot, a confrontation ensued—a clash of forces that reverberated through the realms.

The compass, a beacon in the sea of red dots, continued to guide Wang Jian. With each vanquished red dot, the holographic map witnessed the diminishing presence of Jiang Chen’s spirit. The echoes of battle resounded across the continent, marking Wang Jian’s relentless pursuit to erase the last vestiges of his formidable adversary.

The red dots, once numerous, dwindled in number as Wang Jian’s campaign unfolded.

As Wang Jian relentlessly pursued the remnants of Jiang Chen’s dispersed spirit, the eradication of these spiritual consciousnesses sent ripples through the ethereal fabric of the world. The echoes of each vanquished trace reverberated, echoing through the spiritual realm, drawing ever closer to Jiang Chen’s main body.

Jiang Chen, recognizing the imminent threat, strained to conceal himself within the intricate web of concealment arrays that surrounded his main body. Despite the potency of his concealment, a formidable fortress of mystical energies designed to ward off even the most perceptive adversaries, Wang Jian’s relentless pursuit proved unyielding.

The convergence of energies emanating from the eradicated spiritual traces acted like a beacon, cutting through the concealment arrays and revealing the concealed presence of Jiang Chen. It was a relentless pursuit, one where the predator could sense the elusive prey, closing in with unwavering determination.

Wang Jian, guided by the mystical compass, pressed forward with determination, his senses attuned to the residual energies left in the wake of each eradicated trace. Jiang Chen, aware of the encroaching threat, attempted to adapt his concealment, weaving a more intricate tapestry of mystical energies to veil his presence.

Yet, Wang Jian’s mastery over the spiritual realm, honed through battles and encounters, surpassed the cunning artistry of concealment. The eradication of traces continued, creating a domino effect that inched ever closer to the core of Jiang Chen’s existence.

In the vast expanse of the Western Deserts, where the shifting sands whispered tales of forgotten epochs, Jiang Chen found himself standing at the crossroads of desperation and audacity. The relentless pursuit of Wang Jian had left him with little recourse—his spiritual traces obliterated, and the predatory gaze drawing ever closer.

Yet, amid the encroaching shadows of despair, a glimmer of hope emerged on the horizon—the mystical Heaven Vein. It was a newfound font of celestial energies, born from the remnants of the shattered Central Region’s Heaven Vein. Though its potency paled in comparison, Jiang Chen recognized the potential it held. .𝘤𝘰𝑚

Assembling the final two Immortal Dominions under his command, the Underground Giant’s Divine Dominion and the Dwarven Powered Immortal Dominion, Jiang Chen orchestrated a symphony of energies. The Heaven Vein’s essence intertwined with the celestial might of the Immortal Dominions, creating a resonating harmony that echoed through the Western Deserts.

With unwavering determination, Jiang Chen harnessed this amalgamation of powers, channeling them into his Minor World, the Diabolical Abyssal Realm. The once formidable realm now pulsated with newfound strength, absorbing the very essence of laws from the Immortal Dominions and drawing power from the celestial font of the Heaven Vein.

Confidence surged within Jiang Chen as he surveyed the transformed Diabolical Abyssal Realm. A realm now capable of standing against the might of Wang Jian, a testament to the resilience of Jiang Chen’s indomitable spirit.

As the holographic map on the compass flickered with intensified brilliance, Wang Jian discerned a singular red dot amid the myriad. A beacon of heightened intensity that signaled Jiang Chen’s location, a focal point that hinted at an imminent confrontation.

Driven by an unyielding pursuit, Wang Jian ventured into the Western Deserts. The golden hues of the sand dunes bore witness to the convergence of destiny—a clash between two forces, each fueled by their unique reservoirs of power.

For Jiang Chen, it was a moment of reckoning, a gamble on the potency of the enhanced Diabolical Abyssal Realm against the formidable might of Wang Jian.

The stage was set, the curtain drawn for a showdown in the enigmatic tapestry of the Western Deserts.

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