this infinite world

——Is it possible that I might die?

Fei Mian did not die. Even though his body was shattered by Zheng Zha's punch, and even turned into nothingness by the earth, fire, water and wind that surged out from the void, he still did not die.

For cultivators below the Jindan stage, the physical body is indispensable, and if it is lost, they will die on the spot in a short time; and for cultivators at the Jindan stage and above, the loss of the physical body will only make them enter a period of weakness, at most making the future more difficult; then for cultivators at the immortal level, the physical body is just a shell that they use energy to conjure, and the loss of it will at most affect their combat effectiveness...

However, there is a problem. That is, the immortal body is destroyed, which means that the enemy does have the ability to hurt him, or even kill him!

When the thought of "death" emerged in Feimian's mind, what instantly arose was an emotion that had never appeared since he became an immortal: fear.

If you cannot become an immortal, you will end up being an ant. This is an iron rule of the prehistoric continent, a rule that has been certified by countless geniuses and is almost equivalent to a golden rule... But Zheng Zha's fist broke through all obstacles and shattered all of Feimian's fantasies.

Now, right before his eyes, at this very moment, this iron rule is about to be completely broken?
"How can this be..."

Feimian subconsciously wanted to open his mouth and utter those familiar words, but before he could finish, his soul that had lost its body seemed to have gotten rid of heavy shackles, and suddenly reacted at this moment.

——This is the nth time I have said the same thing.
- Or, in other words, are these two members of the Samsara Team, whom he once regarded as ants, guinea pigs, experimental subjects, and observation objects, the nth time that they have broken through themselves in battles and deaths again and again, and finally reached the same height as himself, and even shattered their own immortal bodies, enough to threaten his life?

Suddenly, it was as if a layer of fog had dissipated before his eyes, making Feimian sober up. And until this moment, he realized how many chances he had given the other party, and how arrogant and laughable his actions seemed to outsiders.

Before he could take the next step, countless Jianmu branches emerged from the void, trying to completely block off this space!

"not good!"

After realizing it, Feimian immediately wanted to retreat. He immediately tried to condense the runes again, wanting to tear open the space and leave this plane to make long-term plans. However, the loss of his body caused his strength to decrease slightly. The Jianmu branches that he could have easily dealt with were like sticky candies that could not be chewed or broken. Even if they were destroyed for a moment, they would surge out again in the next moment. It was impossible to destroy them completely...

While dealing with the Jianmu branches in the void, Feimian was nervously calculating the spatial coordinates. At the same time, his mind couldn't help but think of other things, about why he had fallen to this point...

Feimian had heard of the term "great catastrophe" before. It was said that in that battle of conferring the gods, many immortals like himself were blinded by the aura of catastrophe, confused by cause and effect, and eventually threw themselves into the battlefield and lost their lives in vain. Some of their true spirits went up to the Conferring the Gods platform, while others were shattered and could never be reborn... and this moment was just like that moment!

It happened in a flash. The next moment, the three feet six and a half inch wooden whip appeared again from the void and whipped Feimian's back as he was distracted!
In the soul state, the power of the divine whip was even more amazing, causing Feimian's entire soul to tremble, and it was obvious that he had suffered great damage. But this was not the most critical point. The problem was that under this whip, the runes he had prepared and the half-calculated spatial coordinates were completely interrupted, and he had to start all over again!
——Oh no, this time...

Feimian shook his dizzy head, thinking of the ominous astrological signs he had seen before leaving, and his own will, his desperate actions that led him to where he is today, and the words "greed blinds one's mind" suddenly emerged in his mind. This was not only the most perfect interpretation of Feimian's previous behavior, but also seemed to foreshadow his end...

——Could it be that my destiny has come...

While he was distracted, the non-faced soul body was whipped on the back of the head again, causing him to lose consciousness for a moment. In this moment, he once again missed the chance to escape, and had to watch the Jianmu branches completely block the void!

"No, I will never die here... Never!"

Seeing that the space was about to be completely blocked, and Zheng Zha, who had thrown a shocking punch on the other side and whose flesh was cracked and bleeding, but whose momentum had slowly recovered, stood up again. Feimian realized that it would be too late if he didn't leave now, so the immortal gritted his teeth and yelled, "You, can't stop me!" "Get out of there, Zheng Zha!"

Along with Yang Yun's hurried roar, the next moment, the non-face soul body collapsed inward, violently absorbing the surrounding energy. As the surrounding energy reaction rapidly increased, then -

"boom!"

In the void, a brilliant firework exploded, clearing all of Yang Yun's Jianmu branches and blasting an escape route in the void. At the same time, a bit of true spirit escaped from Feimian's soul!

When an immortal abandons his face, self-esteem, body, and even his soul, leaving only a bit of his true spirit to escape, it is difficult to stop him unless there is a celestial cultivator who is one level above him, or an immortal who masters advanced techniques related to the true spirit.

——But just when Feimian was about to escape, he suddenly heard a voice.

"The leader of the third group of the Honghuang Heavenly Court Plane Exploration Department, the Non-Face Immortal."

Facing the voice that accurately called out the team number he belonged to, he was surprised even if his true spirit had escaped. Because logically speaking, his origins were an absolute secret, and no one else had any way of knowing it...

Could it be that it was support from Heaven?

Although he knew that this was impossible, and that if anyone came from the Honghuang Heavenly Court, they would definitely be enemies rather than friends, but that voice seemed to have magic, causing Feimian to divert his attention for a moment.

——Then, Feimian saw a man with glasses and an expressionless face, holding a piece of newspaper.

The moment he saw the newspaper fragment in the man's hand, Feimian only felt an ultimate terror coming, which completely enveloped his entire soul. The immortal from the prehistoric heaven just stared blankly at the man with glasses holding up the newspaper fragment in his hand, and then said -

"The immortal is not a face, if he doesn't return to his position now, when will he return?"

"No, that's impossible, that's... that's!"

Instantly, a strong suction force came, like a tornado, like a whirlpool, like a black hole. Feimian only had time to say this sentence before his true spirit was completely captured and sucked in from the level of cause and effect. No matter how he tried to escape, he could not escape the bondage of the Conferred God List...

Chu Xuan, who did all this, seemed to have done something very ordinary. He just stood in the void, calmly pushed his glasses, and then turned around without stopping, staring blankly at Yang Yun and Zheng Zha, and said -

"From now on, the Conferred God will be implemented..."

"Over." (End of this chapter)