Chương 414: Chapter 413: Pangu World-Opening Visualization Diagram

Fan Qinghe's words were odd, laced with a teasing charm, but Ye Chen didn't mind. He loved it. I'm willing to let her drain me, and she's willing to drain me. This mutual devotion was the kind of romance Ye Chen cherished.

"I won't let you down…" He began to express his resolve, but mid-sentence, Fan Qinghe's delicate hand flicked, setting a restriction on the booth's door. Her dazzling eyes sparkled as she looked at him.

"Since the Holy Son is willing, why not… right here?" This? Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. If Yi Qingwu could cover her bid, the auction would end soon. Wouldn't someone knock on the door? Fan Qinghe licked her lips, her enchanting face brimming with excitement.

"Doesn't that make it more thrilling?" Ye Chen hadn't expected the Divine Maiden to have such a taste. He wasn't opposed, but the system was still on cooldown. With a light tap, he lifted the door's restriction. Under her puzzled gaze, he gently cupped her face. Her skin was impossibly smooth, silkier than the finest satin—the best he'd ever felt among female cultivators. Lowering his head, he gazed into her eyes, speaking earnestly.

"I'm eager too, but this concerns your lifelong path to enlightenment. I don't want you to make a rash decision. Though I care for you, I want you to choose the best protector for yourself. For the next seven days, I hope you'll think it over carefully. If, after seven days, you're still certain, I'll officially become your protector. But if you change your mind, I won't blame you. I'll leave quietly, taking nothing, and wish you well…" Fan Qinghe's eyes widened, not believing a word.

I've already started my technique, and you're saying this? You were just playing me—don't think I didn't notice! Her only worry was whether Ye Chen was getting cold feet at the critical moment. Breaking and rebuilding wasn't easy. As a prodigy like him, steady cultivation would already place him among the top. Was he backing out after taking a small advantage? Panicking, she nearly planted the divine seed on the spot. But before she could speak, Ye Chen's face closed in, silencing her with a kiss.

Her eyes fluttered shut instinctively. Muah muah muah… Soon, they widened again. His hands, previously cradling her face, had wandered with a mind of their own. She wanted to stop him but feared pushing too hard, hesitating. It almost looked like she was guiding his hands herself. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it's taken without the author's consent. Report it. After a long moment, they parted, a delicate thread lingering between them.

Fan Qinghe's eyes were hazy, her flushed face radiating natural allure. Ye Chen nodded, savoring the moment, marveling at her honey-like sweetness. As for his hands? That was their own doing. He spoke seriously, "Think it over carefully, Divine Maiden. If you're still willing, come find me at the Heavenly Evolution Holy Land's residence in a week." With that, he turned and left without a hint of reluctance. Fan Qinghe stood stunned. Thankfully, he hadn't gone further, or she'd have had to refuse. But…

was this his way of teasing her after coveting her for so long? Her worry deepened, but Ye Chen's resolve left her helpless. Planting the divine seed required mutual willingness. She adjusted her clothes, donned her robe, and floated out of the booth. She decided to keep an eye on Ye Chen for the next few days. You took advantage of me—you're not getting away. The booth soon stood empty, leaving only a lingering, tantalizing fragrance…

Back in his cave abode, Ye Chen, brimming with anticipation, retrieved the system's critical hit reward—the Pangu World-Opening Visualization Diagram—from his storage ring. The diagram's material was unknown, incredibly tough, like the hide of an ancient divine beast. As he slowly unfurled it, a vague yet vast figure appeared before him. It was a back, just a silhouette, yet it felt as immense as the starry cosmos. One glance made Ye Chen feel infinitesimally small.

The figure stood in chaos, hands raised high, gripping a chaotic war axe. Though merely a back, it strained Ye Chen's spiritual sense to the point of pain, as if his entire skull might split under its weight. He couldn't help but marvel. No wonder it was the cultivation world's foremost visualization diagram. Just looking at it was nearly unbearable—truly terrifying. If he could grasp its dao charm, he couldn't imagine how powerful his primordial spirit would become.

The Heaven and Earth Manifestation he'd forge would be staggering. If he could condense a Pangu phantom with even a fraction of its divine charm, few could withstand it. However, the diagram demanded an extraordinarily strong spiritual sense. Even Ye Chen could barely endure it. Among Nascent Soul prodigies, those capable of comprehending it could be counted on one hand. If one's spiritual sense was too weak, attempting to study it might annihilate it entirely. But this only fueled Ye Chen's excitement.

The higher the requirement, the greater the reward. Thus, he patiently awaited the system's cooldown, set to end in a week. The Nirvana Scripture's first transformation was the spiritual sense shift. The Heavenly Desire Divine Maiden would absorb her protector's spiritual sense through soul communion to complete it. Even without a critical hit, a 1, 500-times boost to his spiritual sense would be staggering.

The Heavenly Emperor was said to have reached the pinnacle of every realm, but Ye Chen doubted he could compare. And if a critical hit triggered, Ye Chen felt he could challenge even Pangu himself in the Nascent Soul realm. Though the diagram was merely a great figure's dream, Ye Chen wondered if Pangu had truly existed. If so, could he one day trigger a critical hit for Pangu's divine blood or the World-Opening Divine Axe? If that happened, he'd be truly invincible.

Upon ascending to the immortal realm, the Immortal Emperor himself might need to personally escort him. Snapping out of his wild thoughts, Ye Chen carefully stored the diagram. He briefly recalled the soft, amber curves of Fan Qinghe, the exquisite sensation slipping through his fingers. Her skin was unmatched, grand yet supple—the finest in the world. But with a steadfast dao heart, he didn't linger on it. He soon entered deep cultivation, refining himself further.

This way, when the divine seed was planted, Fan Qinghe could absorb more. And the more she took, the greater his feedback would be.