Chen Fan plunged downwards through the air at breakneck speed.
The fierce wind roared past his ears, yet Chen Fan showed no panic.
In the eyes of Mo Yunfeng and others, jumping from a height of over a thousand meters was undoubtedly a sure death, so much so that even Golden Core cultivators like them dared not act recklessly.
But in Chen Fan's eyes, this height was actually very low, insignificant compared to skydiving from four to five thousand or even one to two thousand meters.
Of course, skydiving involved a parachute pack; jumping from a cliff without one was still highly dangerous.
However, it wasn't necessarily a dead end, especially for him. His chances of survival were much higher than escaping from the mountain path.
Therefore, he had actually made plans to escape by jumping off a cliff a long time ago.
The only regret was that he truly lacked the ability to bring Su Yingxue with him. After meeting her once, he could only leave her behind here.
Mo Yunfeng's earlier persuasion had merit; such an outcome made it worse than not coming to Kunlun Mountain at all.
But Chen Fan never judged his actions solely by their outcome.
As Mo Yunfeng had said, the day's events would have some negative impact on Su Yingxue, but he had also seen the Elder Bai and another elder behind her show no small amount of concern for her.
For now, he could rest easy.
Once he became powerful enough, he would return to Kunlun and then take Su Yingxue away, so she would no longer be bound by the Kunlun Secret Realm.
Plummeting rapidly, Chen Fan's speed increased. He focused on the ground and the cliff face to his side, then suddenly spread his limbs.
As he spread his limbs, the air resistance increased dramatically, slowing his descent.
At the same time, he relaxed his body, arching his back to reduce his falling speed as much as possible.
As for projecting his true qi outward, it was useless at this moment; it was simply blown away by the strong wind.
Next, he fixed his gaze on the ground, searching for a landing spot.
He immediately locked onto one: a grassy slope, likely at a thirty to forty-degree angle, offering sufficient cushioning.
Of course, he had to adjust his direction and roll down the slope to minimize the impact.
He immediately released his grip, and the Amaterasu Sword plunged straight down.
He couldn't hold the sword when he landed, or it might injure him.
Simultaneously, he began to tilt his body sideways, adjusting his position.
Such adjustments posed no difficulty for him.
Amidst the whistling wind, he drew closer and closer to the ground.
At four hundred meters, he contracted his body, keeping his feet pointed downwards.
At three hundred meters, he brought his arms in and clasped them over his head.
At two hundred and then one hundred meters, he circulated the true qi within his body, spreading it throughout his entire person, especially to protect his legs.
His descent was swift, the impact force terrifyingly immense.
Boom!
Finally, he landed on the slope, precisely in the direction he had intended.
His body lurched backward, aligning with the angle of the slope.
His feet touched the grass, and a violent impact occurred. The true qi churned incessantly, and his blood and qi surged.
But this was not enough to dissipate the immense falling force. His feet slid down the slope, churning up the grass.
He slid three meters in an instant. Due to the falling speed and the slope, Chen Fan could no longer maintain his balance.
His backward-leaning body naturally straightened up, and then he fell forward.
Bang, bang, bang…
Chen Fan curled up, his knees fully bent. Holding his head, he instantly shrank his body again, simultaneously tilting it slightly to the side.
He was like a ball, rolling down the slope.
With his deliberate posture, his back did not scrape against the ground.
However, under the force of his fall, he rolled for thirty to forty meters before finally stopping at the bottom of the slope.
Chen Fan released his grip and gasped for air. The pain from scraping against the ground, coupled with his previous injuries, made him feel as if his body was about to shatter.
His internal organs felt as if they had already disintegrated.
But he knew he had survived.
Of course, he had paid a price. The injuries he sustained on the White Jade Platform had worsened considerably.
Swallowing the demon core had provided him with a massive boost in combat power, but the demon core's damage to his meridians and flesh was still ongoing; he would need a long time to recover.
Now, with the impact to his internal organs, compounded by his previous injuries, he was at his limit, extremely weak.
Moreover, he could not linger here; he had to leave as soon as possible. He couldn't guarantee that Mo Yunfeng and the others wouldn't come down to pursue him. At that point, not to mention five Golden Core experts, even someone like Bai Yazhi could easily end his life.
After a few minutes of catching his breath, feeling slightly better, he shakily stood up.
He scanned his surroundings and found the Amaterasu Sword he had dropped earlier.
This sword felt exceptionally heavy in his hands.
Dragging the sword, he determined his direction and began to walk away.
Despite his severe injuries, his speed was not slow. He maintained a pace best suited to his current condition, heading back in the direction he came from.
More than two hours after he left, several figures arrived at the foot of the cliff from which he had jumped.
Leading them was Bai Yazhi's subordinate, but Kong Qingzi and Yun Yazizi were also present.
Kong Qingzi's gaze fell upon the conspicuous marks left by Chen Fan's landing, and his face twitched violently.
"He's still alive!"
Kong Qingzi exclaimed.
Yun Yazizi's eyes burned with hatred. "To survive such a height, truly heaven is blind."
"He dared to jump implies he had plans for this."
Kong Qingzi said, "Quickly send word to Elder Luan and the others!"
"In my opinion, he was already heavily injured. We should pursue him immediately. I don't believe he's made of iron and can still fight!" Yun Yazizi stated.
Kong Qingzi, however, was less eager to pursue. "Let's wait for the message to return!"
A Kunlun disciple shattered a talisman, which transformed into a spiritual light and flew up the mountain.
Not long after, a talisman returned as a spiritual light.
Upon receiving it, the talisman glowed, and a line of text appeared in the light: "Dead or alive, bring him back!"
That Elder Luan clearly harbored great hatred for Chen Fan and had no intention of letting him go.
Without further ado, they followed the trail Chen Fan had left and set off in pursuit.
Meanwhile, in a Kunlun sub-courtyard, someone ascended on their sword and slowly flew down the mountain.
It was none other than Elder Luan.
Within the Kunlun Secret Realm, a group of people also crossed the secret realm barrier, emerging as the experts dispatched from Kunlun by Elder Qu.
This Elder Qu hailed from the Qu family within Kunlun, possessing his own influence and subordinates.
Chen Fan, however, proceeded unhurriedly. Crossing a mountain stream, he reached a fork in the road. He took a deep breath, glanced back, and began to set up his defenses.
As the Lord of the Night, he was naturally proficient in tracking and counter-tracking techniques.