I am a late bloomer in the world of cultivating immortals

"Where did this young man obtain this Heavenly Treasure from? Even the Fairy Xuanling probably couldn't possess such a treasure in her lifetime..."

As his cultivation level plummeted due to the 'Spirit Devouring Law' of the Longevity Immortal Lamp plundering his physical body, essence, and incense power, the Purple-Faced Wanderer's intelligence was restored in the blink of an eye.

While struggling to resist the power of the celestial lamp, he gazed at Wei Tu with apprehension.

At this moment, he had no more doubts about the fact that Wei Tu had been possessed by an ancient demon.

Because no matter how talented a human is, or how many opportunities he has, it is impossible for him to possess these kinds of means that could threaten his life a thousand years after ascending to the Spirit Realm.

"Escape!" A few breaths later, after the spiritual light released by the Immortal Lamp suddenly dimmed, the Purple-Faced Hermit no longer hesitated. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, supporting his half-skeletal body, and once again used his escape light to flee in the direction away from Wei Tu.

"With my magical power, I should be able to hold out until I get back to Golden Flame Island..." The Purple-Faced Hermit took a deep breath and continuously burned the remaining incense power in his body to use as magical power to travel.

The power of incense, this kind of 'pseudo' power of heaven and earth, is like a panacea for high-level cultivators, except for the risk of eroding their intelligence and blocking their path.

Previously, he was wary of this and would rather disregard the damage to his body by burning his blood essence and physical essence to extract magical power. But now, for the sake of his life, this 'aftereffect' has become a harmless matter.

Just as this thought arose, a light, piercing word from Wei Tu suddenly rang in the Purple-Faced Hermit's ears.

"Senior Ling Jiang has been chasing me for half a year. It won't be so easy for him to return to Golden Flame Island from here..."

"Wei Tu—" The purple-faced hermit's face was ugly. He turned his head and glared back. After cultivating for tens of thousands of years and reaching the peak of the Integration Realm, he had not suffered such humiliation for a long time.

However, as soon as he turned his head, he saw phantoms, like condensed black mist, chasing after him.

Its speed is in no way inferior to the speed of his Blood Escape when he is desperately trying to escape!
"Seven Mysterious Demonic Body? Not good, this demon still has the strength to pursue me." Purple-faced hermit's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly focused her mind on escaping again, daring not to be careless in the slightest.

……

"His magical power has been exhausted; what sustains his escape is only the power of those incense offerings..."

In the distance, Wei Tu, who had discerned the true nature of the Purple-Faced Hermit, narrowed his eyes for a moment, then slightly raised his hand and resealed the [Longevity Lamp] he was holding into his arm.

If he were to exhaust all his physical energy and burn all his lifeblood, he should still be able to activate the [Longevity Lamp] one more time, trying his best to finish the job in one fell swoop.

However, the Purple-Faced Hermit was still far away from him at this moment, and given his cautious nature, it was unlikely that he would be given another opportunity to activate the 'Ten Thousand Forbidden Demon Curse' and the 'Longevity Immortal Lamp' at close range, as he had just done.

A fighter jet's opportunity is fleeting.

He also struggles to grasp the overall picture.

Luring him into the trap and using the [Longevity Lamp] to deliver a fatal blow was already the 'limit' he could achieve through scheming and his underestimation of this cultivator.

Unfortunately, even with the protection of this 'golden Buddha statue,' the Purple-Faced Hermit, a powerful cultivator at the Integration Realm, was not as easy to kill as one might imagine, even after exhausting his magical power.

"Fortunately, this place is deep in the sea, far from Golden Flame Island and God-Destroying Ridge... And although I am also at my wit's end, I have a backup plan..."

Wei Tu, who was using the 'Seven Mystic Demon Body' to travel and pursue, sneered inwardly, then flipped his hand and took out a red jade box from his sleeve.

Like the Purple-Faced Hermit, a powerful being from the lower realm, he could not carry any elixirs or miraculous medicines to restore his mana due to the influence of the forces of heaven and earth in the human realm. He could only carry powerful spiritual treasures such as the Demonic Dragon Scissors and the Longevity Immortal Lamp, which were made of solid materials and could resist the ravages of the forces of heaven and earth.

but!
Before heading to the Corpse King Sect, he made a special trip to the Great Cang Cultivation Realm and spent more than twenty years refining and controlling An Liangcai's demonic body.

This 'Undying Demon Body' was originally his trump card to deal with Fairy Xuanling, but now, it is also invincible against the Purple-Faced Hermit who is at the end of his rope, just like him!
"Furthermore, it's also a good opportunity to test the power of this innate demonic body."

While he was pondering, the red jade box floating in Wei Tu's palm suddenly opened, and the 'tiny demon body' inside, which was the size of a palm, expanded dozens of times in that instant, turning into the size of a normal person.

Under Wei Tu's control, this four-armed, three-eyed demonic body with a single horn on its head also suddenly emitted a burst of light and unleashed the same 'Seven Wonders Demonic Body' escape technique as Wei Tu.

Immediately afterwards—at this moment, Wei Tu also seemed to lose consciousness. He was grabbed by one of the demonic bodies' large hands and stuffed directly into its body, merging with it. Only his head remained hanging on his chest, coldly staring at the purple-faced wanderer who was fleeing in the distance.

Upon closer inspection, this scene bears some resemblance to the spell in which the Purple-Faced Hermit merged with the seventh-tier flying zombie.

However, compared to the flying zombie, the ancient demon body in which Wei Tu resided was even more terrifying.

However, this tactic did not surprise the Purple-Faced Hermit too much.

It seemed that, in the eyes of the Purple-Faced Hermit, it was only natural for Wei Tu, now at the final battle, to reveal his true form.

The two chased and fled.

In terms of speed, they are evenly matched and it is difficult to distinguish which is faster.

Of course, this is also related to Wei Tu's deliberate indulgence.

Just as the Purple-Faced Hermit had previously pursued him, he was now doing his best to wear down the Purple-Faced Hermit's remaining strength, to prevent him from having any tricks up his sleeve that could allow him to turn the tables.

However, after several days...

The 'Innate Demonic Body' controlled by Wei Tu suddenly shot up with a burst of light, as if it had no more concerns, and chased after the Purple-Faced Hermit.

"Such incredible speed! And his magic power is still so abundant!" The purple-faced hermit lamented inwardly as he was being chased.

Little did he know that Wei Tu and the 'innate demonic body' that was being controlled at the moment were two different people.

Previously, Wei Tu's magical power had indeed been greatly depleted by him... but An Liangcai's 'innate demonic body' had not suffered any damage in the past half year.

In fact, it was even more magical than when Wei Tu 'captured' it decades ago!

After all, during his more than twenty years at Huangshamen, Wei Tu not only refined this demonic body, but also used his own magical power to nurture this 'innate demonic body' as much as possible.

Even though... this demonic body is still 'weak' and far from its peak, and its power is not even comparable to that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, it is still no less capable of dealing with the Purple-Faced Wanderer, whose power is completely depleted.

Half an hour later.

Under Wei Tu's control, the demonic body caught up with the Purple-Faced Wanderer. Its dark hand reached forward and grabbed, and the [Demon Dragon Scissors] instantly appeared in its palm. After a dragon's roar, it transformed into a demonic dragon tens of feet long and raised its claws to strike the Purple-Faced Wanderer in front of it.

Faced with the crisis behind him, the Purple-Faced Wanderer, who was prepared for the advantage of Wei Tu's [Demon Dragon Scissors], did not hesitate. After instantly leaving the battlefield, he pointed his fingers and summoned his [Binding Corpse Rope] and 'Azure Giant Blade' to fight the enemy.

These two magical treasures are more than capable of dealing with the [Demon Dragon Scissors] formed from the demon's body.

However, before they had been locked in combat for long, the spiritual light of the two magical treasures dimmed slightly, and their attack speed slowed down considerably.

Clearly, at this moment, the Purple-Faced Hermit had finally reached the point where his magical power could no longer be sustained.

"If I absorb the power of incense again, I'm afraid I'll lose my mind and perish before he dies..." Looking at the progress of the battlefield, the Purple-Faced Hermit was caught in a fierce internal struggle.

"We have no choice but to fight!"

"Before I die, I'll drag this demon down with me."

After a short while, a ruthless look flashed across the face of the Purple-Faced Hermit. He raised his hand and grabbed forward, and the 'blue giant blade' that was hanging in the air spun around and turned into a small, wispy blue sword about an inch in size, which fell back into his palm.

Without hesitation, he gripped the small sword and plunged it into the only remaining intact bone and flesh of his thigh.

Gurgling!

A series of sounds, like flowing water, emanated eerily from within the Purple-Faced Hermit's body.

The next moment, the Purple-Faced Hermit, whose magical power had been squeezed out to the extreme and whose body was emaciated, was reduced to skin and bones, with only thin layers of flesh hanging on his body, which was half skeleton and half 'dried corpse'.

At this moment, the small cyan sword that the Purple-Faced Hermit had just pierced into his thigh transformed back into a 'giant blade'.

This time, however, what floated on the sword was no longer a hazy blue light, but streaks of blood-red light, and dark purple runes that swirled and emerged around the blood-red light.

But this bizarre scene is far from over.

The Purple-Faced Hermit raised his palm again, controlling the 'Azure Giant Blade' to cleave down from above his head.

Suddenly, a loud "boom" came from the purple-faced hermit.

Under the crimson light of the 'Azure Giant Blade', the Purple-Faced Wanderer's head instantly split open, and the two halves of his skull fell from his shoulders... At that moment, the crimson light struck the golden statue that the Purple-Faced Wanderer had swallowed a few days earlier.

In an instant, an ancient, obscure incantation, imbued with a sense of antiquity, suddenly resounded and emanated from within the golden statue.

Under this incantation, the 'blue giant blade' immediately began to hum loudly and trembled violently in the air.

At that moment, a tiny infant, resembling the face of a purple-faced hermit, emerged from the statue. It gazed at the distant 'demon dragon' that Wei Tu had transformed into, its eyes filled with resentment and malice.

"Slash!" The infant's lips moved slightly, and a finger fell in response, shooting towards the 'blue giant blade' above its head.

Instantly, a beam of crimson spiritual light burst forth from the finger and poured onto the 'azure giant blade'.

At this moment, the 'blue giant blade' finally moved.

Driven by the dazzling blood-red light, the space around it began to distort violently, emanating a terrifying aura of order.

A soft 'hiss' sound.

The surrounding space shattered like a mirror. From within these shattered 'shards', a blood-purple sword mark shot out and landed on the 'demon dragon' formed from the demonic body.

Click!Click!
Under the terrifying force of the blood-purple sword mark, the 'demon dragon' transformed from the demonic body, and the rolling demonic energy carried on its body, were instantly annihilated.

Immediately afterwards, with a loud bang, the 'Demon Dragon Avatar' shattered, leaving only the demonic body controlled by Wei Tu and the [Demon Dragon Scissors] with its demonic light dimmed and a huge gap appearing on its surface.

however--

This is not over yet.

The tiny infant, sitting cross-legged on the golden statue, seemed to have gone mad, dropping several fingers again, each one shooting towards the 'blue giant blade' on the battlefield.

All these changes, though seemingly 'long', actually took less than a breath after the attack speeds of the two magical treasures, the [Binding Corpse Rope] and the 'Azure Giant Blade', slowed down slightly!

"This giant cyan blade is... a Mahayana treasure?" Wei Tu's head, perched on the demon's chest, narrowed its eyes upon seeing this, a hint of horror appearing in its depths.

It seemed that he never expected that the 'blue giant blade' that had been fighting him for half a year would have such divine power after it had truly 'transformed'.

However, at this moment, the Purple-Faced Hermit had no intention of explaining everything to Wei Tu.

Upon seeing the look of horror in Wei Tu's eyes, the nascent soul sitting cross-legged on the golden statue smiled coldly and immediately continued to unleash the 'Azure Giant Blade' attack without any mercy.

Sizzle! Sizzle!
Several more blood-purple sword marks shot out.

This time, without the protection of the [Demon Dragon Scissors], Wei Tu's demonic body was instantly cleaved into pieces by these blood-purple sword marks, like being torn apart by five horses.

Even the 'Wei Tu's body' that had just been swallowed was first shattered into pieces by these sword marks, and then turned into dust and vanished without a trace under the destruction of the sword light.

Upon seeing this, the purple-faced hermit's nascent soul breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from its shoulders.

Despite the tragic end of this battle that lasted for half a year, and the fact that he had lost most of his life-saving trump cards, he was still incredibly lucky compared to being defeated and killed.

However, this joy didn't last long before his expression changed, and he thought to himself, "Oh no!"

"Where is that celestial lamp? Where is that heaven-reaching spiritual treasure? With that lamp, how could this demon have perished so easily? How could he have been so powerless against me?"

Purple-faced Hermit's heart sank. He activated his vast divine sense to probe Wei Tu's 'demon body', attempting to find the [Longevity Immortal Lamp] that Wei Tu had sealed within.

But as he searched, his expression didn't improve at all; instead, it grew increasingly gloomy.

Because he discovered that the Wei Tu Dharma Body he had severed not only lacked the [Longevity Immortal Lamp], but also the remains of the "True Spirit Immortal Bone," a hallmark of high-level body refiners.

"Faked death to get away?"

"No... this is a secret technique of the Mist Demon clan..."

After a short while, looking at the distant battlefield and the 'innate demonic body' that had been repaired and had strange blood-red patterns appear on its surface, the Purple-Faced Hermit finally understood what Wei Tu's technique had just used.

"The secret technique of the Mist Ghost Clan, the Blood Ghost Parasitic Evil Technique..." The purple-faced Nascent Soul cultivator on the golden statue muttered to himself, his face pale. (End of Chapter)