Chapter 110: Spiritual Energy Orb

Chapter 110: The Spirit Power Orb

After Luo Hao’s death, Wu Long searched his body but found nothing unusual, nor any method of cultivation using the Purple Flame.

“Boss, we only found some mysterious crystals,” Wu Long said, pulling out Luo Hao’s storage pouch and handing it to Chu Jie.

Without even glancing, Chu Jie tossed it into the Wild Savage Cauldron.

“Let’s get ready. Everyone practice the hand seals for absorbing the Purple Flame. When it descends, we need to gather as much as possible,” Chu Jie instructed.

“Yes, I think this will be very useful,” Duan Kun agreed wholeheartedly.

The Wind Iron Forest was deathly silent, the atmosphere heavy with tension. Above them, the swirling vortex had grown larger than before, slowly rotating in the sky. Purple lightning crackled within it, ready to strike at any moment.

One by one, the group began practicing the Fire Absorption Spirit Technique, a skill they had learned in the heart of the Abyss.

Every time Chu Jie released his spiritual sense, it seemed to emit a glowing sphere—like a luminous shield. The outer layer was a protective barrier of spirit power, while the center remained hollow.

If Purple Flame were present, it would be contained inside this spirit power shield.

Holding the spirit power orb in his hand, Chu Jie saw that it was completely empty inside. From the outside, it resembled a solidified sphere of spirit energy—mysterious and wondrous.

With a squeeze, the orb burst apart.

The technique was quite simple, designed solely for gathering Purple Flame. However, it revealed little about how to cultivate with the Purple Flame itself. Moreover, since they had yet to witness any actual Purple Flame, it was difficult to confirm if the information they had received was reliable.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck a tree beside Chu Jie, instantly shattering it into pieces.

Nearby trees ignited, blazing fiercely, but it was ordinary fire, not the Purple Flame.

Chu Jie focused his gaze upward. In the sky, there were two kinds of lightning: regular lightning and a purplish-red lightning. Perhaps only the purple lightning could summon the Purple Flame upon hitting the ground.

At that moment, the purple vortex continuously discharged lightning downward, creating a tremendous and terrifying spectacle.

“Everyone, stay alert. Don’t get hit by the lightning,” Chu Jie shouted.

A violent wind rose, not the Nine Heavens Fierce Wind as before, but a gust stirred up by the vortex itself.

The Abyss had once been shrouded by the Nine Heavens Fierce Wind, but after the changes, that wind had vanished.

Now, the gale had little effect on the body and was entirely driven by the vortex above.

Perhaps because of the dense trees, lightning was often drawn here. Around them, the trees crackled under the electric strikes, turning to shattered fragments and burning wildly.

Chu Jie and his companions moved continually, weaving through the Wind Iron Forest to avoid the lightning.

The entire Abyss was filled with lightning, all due to the vortex.

Dodging the lightning was difficult; most times, they had to use the trees as shields to evade the deadly strikes.

“There’s still no purple lightning,” Chu Jie muttered as he darted forward, eyes fixed on the sky.

At that moment, he spotted several warriors running from afar, seemingly heading their way. But halfway through, they were struck by a bolt from above, their bodies blackened and convulsing on the ground.

Clearly, this one hadn’t reached the Spirit Gathering Realm and couldn’t evade the lightning, falling helplessly after the blow.

“Everyone, be careful,” Chu Jie warned again. The falling lightning was ferocious; a single strike could be fatal.

No rain fell, but the roar of thunder echoed continuously. The lightning grew less dense, though in some places, hundreds of bolts would strike simultaneously, carving deep craters into the earth.

If such a storm struck a cultivator directly, it could turn them to ashes instantly.

By now, Chu Jie had led his group to the center of the Wind Iron Forest, where all the Wind Iron trees were withered and dead, painting a bleak scene.

No other warriors were present here; it seemed no one else had ventured into this area to search.

At first, warriors had been everywhere, all seeking Chu Jie and his group.

But now, warriors traveled in groups, rarely venturing alone. Solo runs were dangerous—not only due to the threat from Golden Armor warriors but also from others within the Blood Slaughter City faction.

As the lightning continued to strike, strange blue-tinged spectral figures appeared on the ground. These were warriors, but they seemed like illusions, glowing with an eerie blue light.

“Who are these people?” Chu Jie asked, staring at the sudden apparitions around them.

“Probably illusions caused by the lightning,” Duan Kun replied.

The vortex above seemed to have lowered significantly. Lightning descended like a torrent, flooding the area with flashes of electric light.

Many warriors in the Abyss gathered to resist the lightning, forming protective formations, but injuries were still common.

Chu Jie’s group, clad in golden and iron armor, attracted no lightning attacks at all.

Meanwhile, the spectral warriors grew clearer and moved around actively. They appeared in great numbers in the ninth tier of the Abyss’s terraced fields.

The number of these illusions far exceeded the actual warriors present.

They moved about the land as if searching for something. Their clothing didn’t resemble current styles, suggesting they were from a long-forgotten era.

At first, they seemed to be searching, but soon began fighting one another fiercely.

As lightning rained down wildly, Chu Jie witnessed many of these spectral warriors dying in brutal combat. He even glimpsed the figure of a legendary fiend, but it vanished before it could strike.

“It seems many warriors came here before us. We’re not the first,” Chu Jie said.

Duan Kun’s expression grew grave. “So many died here. I wonder if any of us will survive.”

Wu Long and the others showed worry as well.

Everyone in the Abyss saw these spectral warriors and realized a great battle was inevitable. These illusions were a grim warning.

Suddenly, a streak of purple light flashed across the sky—a bolt of purple lightning descended.

As the first purple lightning struck, the spectral warriors began to vanish.

But the strike landed outside the Wind Iron Forest, so Chu Jie and his group could not tell if it summoned the Purple Flame.

Meanwhile, ordinary lightning continued to ignite numerous fires on the ground, the flames burning relentlessly.

The surrounding air grew significantly warmer. Chu Jie and his companions waited for the arrival of the Purple Flame.

Ordinary lightning became increasingly sparse, as if the vortex had exhausted most of its energy, though in truth, this was only the beginning.

All the spectral warriors had vanished. Purple lightning bolts continued to fall, though they were rare and had yet to strike near the Wind Iron Forest.

“Why so few?” Chu Jie muttered in frustration.

Duan Kun watched the sky carefully. Each purple lightning bolt was preceded by a sign: a purple glow in the vortex, followed by the strike.

After a dozen or so occurrences, finally a bolt hit within the Wind Iron Forest—not too close to them, but unmistakable.

“Let’s go! Quickly!” Chu Jie shouted.

He sensed the scarcity of the purple lightning meant competition would be fierce. Many warriors were likely rushing to this spot.

Chu Jie and his group sprinted through the forest, moving swiftly to be the first to arrive.

The strike’s location was obvious—a pit about nine meters wide, inside which flickered three purple flames. They seemed on the verge of extinguishing but still burned fiercely, radiating intense spiritual energy.

This Purple Flame differed from ordinary fire, appearing to burn on spirit energy rather than fuel. Though the area lacked flammable material, the flames persisted.

Chu Jie formed the Fire Absorption Spirit Technique toward one of the flames. A spirit power orb appeared before him and then flew toward the flame.

Upon contact, a violent reaction occurred—the spirit power orb became fuel for the Purple Flame, causing it to blaze even stronger.

“Hmm, that’s not right,” Chu Jie muttered, confused.

After four attempts, he finally succeeded in absorbing a cluster of Purple Flame. It turned out the orb’s thickness was crucial—too thin, and it would be consumed rather than capturing the flame.

Chu Jie absorbed one flame, Duan Kun one, and Wu Long one, but all three clusters were now in Chu Jie’s possession.

Originally, they thought one lightning bolt would produce only one flame, so finding three was a pleasant surprise.

Chu Jie carefully held the Purple Flame, sensing that it was sealed within the spirit power orb—neither extinguishing nor burning freely—a strange state.

Moreover, he felt the intense spiritual energy within the flame. It might truly be as Luo Hao said—a source for cultivation. But how to cultivate with it remained a mystery, likely only known to the Abyss’s highest ranks.

Chu Jie sensed that the Purple Flame would be crucial in future battles for rare treasures, so they needed to gather as much as possible.

Just as Chu Jie placed the Purple Flame into the Wild Savage Cauldron, over thirty people appeared behind them. They stopped immediately, eyes fixed on the pit and then on Chu Jie’s group, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief.

Chu Jie and his companions wore golden and iron armor. In the bloody chaos wrought by Zhou Jie, Golden Armor warriors had become a source of dread for many.

This group had come intending to seize the Purple Flame, but upon seeing it collected by Golden Armor warriors, they were stunned speechless.