I am a late bloomer in the world of cultivating immortals

"Seven Mystic Demonic Bodies!" Wei Tu made a hand seal, and layers of black light emanated from his body, carrying boundless darkness that devoured everything, as he charged towards the countless blood-red dragons in front of him.

Within this black light, his figure suddenly blurred, splitting into two, then four, transforming into several afterimages that constantly darted and shifted in the boundless darkness.

Surprisingly, even though Prince Qing exerted all his strength and used the "Rule Domain" formed by the True Dragon Law to crush all the "afterimages" that Wei Tu had transformed into in an instant, Wei Tu seemed to be unharmed and continued to confront Prince Qing head-on with the Law.

This is the wonderful application that Wei Tu developed from the Demon Ancestor-level escape technique, "Seven Wonders Demon Body," after comprehending and mastering the "Dark Laws."

—Darkness may not be extinguished, but the Dharma body will not decay!

Although it is still quite different from Lou Boyang's "illusionary body" formed by the "Seven Wonders Demon Body" in combat, it is more than enough to confuse and restrain the enemy.

"At most ten breaths. If I cannot kill this fiend, I will suffer the backlash of the Immortal Ruins Laws..." After seeing that he could not kill Wei Tu quickly despite his best efforts, Prince Qing finally panicked.

Wei Tu's playing style is very clear.

They were certain that his physical body was severely injured and he wouldn't last long, so they would wear him down through attrition.

He also realized that Wei Tu's cultivation level was at most "half-step into the Integration Realm," and believed that as long as he used his "full strength" as a Integration Realm expert, he could crush Wei Tu with absolute power and quickly kill him, thus resolving the crisis.

At worst, they could severely injure Wei Tu and then escape successfully...

But he never expected that Wei Tu's escape technique, combined with the "Dark Laws," would possess such formidable power, making it difficult for him to harm Wei Tu even though he had the upper hand in strength...

At the same time, the monkey-like seventh-tier puppet that appeared at the wellhead also began to condense hidden, extremely powerful dark golden light threads the moment the battle started, casting them into the battlefield to distract him.

“No wonder that hundreds of thousands of years ago, when faced with the invasion of the ancient demons, even a powerful clan like our Feathered Dragon Clan suffered many casualties…” Prince Qing’s face was grim as he racked his brains, trying to think of a way to escape.

After unleashing the True Dragon Law, he also attempted to send out talismans to notify his clansmen to come to his aid, but without exception, they were all intercepted by the "spiritual restriction" and "array" at the wellhead.

Moreover, the spiritual restrictions and formations at the wellhead were not just one layer. Even though he helped Fu Xin break through the first and second layers of spiritual restrictions during the gaps between the battle between the little monkey puppet and Wei Tu, there were still third and fourth layers of spiritual restrictions and formations waiting for Fu Xin to fall into their traps further away.

Without a doubt, this was a meticulously planned ambush.

This cultivator came to find him with the intent to kill!
"We have six breaths left. We can't afford to waste any more time with this monster! We must break through the spiritual barriers and formations at the well's entrance and escape."

Prince Qing's face hardened, and he no longer paid any attention to Wei Tu's restraint. With a flick of his sleeve, he transformed into a three-clawed azure dragon, roared, and charged towards the top of the well.

Stab! Stab!
Under this reckless charge, the dark golden light threads controlled by the little monkey puppet quickly achieved their goal, "cutting" visible wounds deep to the bone on the blue dragon that Prince Qing had transformed into.

In a short while, handfuls of blood-stained dragon scales, covered in flesh and blood, fell to the ground, and the pale golden dragon blood poured into the air like a torrential downpour.

However, at that very moment, Prince Qing's dragon body finally approached the little monkey puppet. His eyes glowed red, and the trident magic weapon emerged from his dragon claws, flashing with dazzling spiritual light, and slashed towards the little monkey puppet.

But at this very moment.

Suddenly, an immense spiritual pressure emanated from the little monkey puppet and rushed towards Prince Qing.

This was a mental shock comparable to that of a mid-stage Integration Realm cultivator. Even though Prince Qing was prepared, he was still momentarily stunned by it.

But soon, Prince Qing regained his senses. He seized the moment when the little monkey puppet was being devoured by the laws of the Immortal Ruins. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and the trident spirit weapon in his claws slashed fiercely at the little monkey puppet's body.

With a loud bang, the little monkey puppet crashed to the ground, and a crack about an inch in size, visible to the naked eye, appeared on its body.

The mental pressure that had been directed at Prince Qing's consciousness vanished instantly.

However, in that brief moment, Wei Tu, who had just been in the dry well, caught up and once again clung tightly to Prince Qing's side.

The instant Prince Qing killed the monkey puppet, he flipped the Azure Dragon Sword out, piercing through layers of azure dragon scales and slashing directly at the "dragon tendons" of the dragon body that Prince Qing had transformed into!
Therefore, in this brief moment, following the fall of the little monkey puppet, there was also an extremely mournful dragon roar.

Prince Qing howled in agony as he watched his dragon tendons being severed from his abdomen down, limp and powerless as his spine was broken, hanging limply from the air.

But what Prince Qing found even more unbelievable was that his wound suddenly turned black rapidly in that short time, spreading towards his dantian like a raging demonic flame.

During this period, his internal magical power was surprisingly unable to resist this erosion.

"What kind of spiritual poison is this?" Prince Qing was terrified. Without thinking, he hurriedly activated his spiritual treasure, severing his own flesh and blood, cutting off all the flesh and blood below the dragon's belly.

However, after severing his arm to survive, the serious injury to his physical body worsened, and even the estimated time for the backlash from the Immortal Ruins Laws dropped to only "three breaths".

"We need to speed things up."

In his desperate struggle for survival, Prince Qing had no time to think. He swung his dragon body, once again breaking free from Wei Tu's entanglement. He held the trident spiritual treasure in his mouth and slashed through the spiritual restrictions and formations blocking his path.

These spiritual barriers and formations, only at the sixth level, can block his talismanic messages, but cannot withstand his sharp edge.

They were all as fragile as paper, easily pierced by him.

Just as he was about to break through the last protective barrier of the formation, a small weasel, no bigger than a palm, suddenly blocked his way, its front paws making a human-like hand seal.

The next moment, three corpses, exuding a strong aura of death and carrying array flags, appeared in front of the little sable. After a blur, they set up a solid array light shield, trapping him and the little sable beast in a small space less than a hundred feet in diameter.

This time, the array's light shield is still not of a high level, only at the mid-stage of the seventh rank, but... because it is based on three sixth-rank refined corpses, it can be moved at any time, instantly increasing the difficulty of breaking the array by more than one level.

Normally, Prince Qing would have dismissed this clumsy formation, but at this moment, he was like a candle flickering in the wind, and what he lacked most was time.

Even a fraction of a second.

"Roar!" Without much thought, Prince Qing acted on instinct, striking the Bloodwinged Beast in front of him with a claw while simultaneously activating his Trident Spirit Treasure to break through the "trapping array" formed by the refined corpse.

But then something unexpected happened.

Just as his dragon claws were about to strike, the palm-sized sable suddenly vanished without a trace with a single flap of its blue wings on its back amidst a spatial ripple, leaving only the three refined corpses to confront him.

After a short break.

Amidst a series of unpleasant "sizzling" sounds.

Of the three sixth-tier refined corpses, the weakest, "Youli Yin Corpse," was cut in half at the waist by Prince Qing, and the mid-stage sixth-tier "trapping formation" also broke in response.

But... just as Prince Qing was preparing to break through the last array barrier in one go.

Three breaths have passed.

Under the immense power of the Immortal Ruins' laws, he was severely injured. Several wounds suddenly appeared on his dragon body, and his cultivation level plummeted in an instant, unable to maintain its strength.

To take advantage of someone's illness and kill them!
At this moment, Wei Tu, who had been following Prince Qing, would no longer hold back. He stepped forward, ready to seize Prince Qing's nascent soul just as he had done to A Tong.

However, compared to Atong's frailty, Prince Qing was not without the strength to struggle at this moment.

It roared several times and transformed back into human form. The combined magical infant within its dantian rapidly swelled and expanded.

There are far more ways to deliver a message than just sending a talisman or going there in person.

Self-destruction of the Nascent Soul... is also a path!

Prince Qing was confident that Wei Tu, whose cultivation level was only at the "half-step Integration" stage, had absolutely no chance of eliminating the earth-shattering power of this Integration stage expert after he self-destructed his Nascent Soul.

At that time, although he will lose his life, Wei Tu, who plotted against him, will certainly not have a good end.

However, upon seeing this, Wei Tu merely frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "What a pity."

Immediately afterwards, a green light flashed between his brows, and he swiftly tore off the storage artifact from Prince Qing's body. Just as the cultivator was about to self-destruct his nascent soul, he disregarded the cultivator's struggles, grabbed the cultivator's body, and with a flash of light, arrived at a room shrouded in a great formation.

Inside the room, the Bloodwinged Demon had been waiting for some time. Before Wei Tu entered, its claws swiftly tore away several talismans used to conceal its presence, revealing a "spatial rift" in the corner.

This spatial rift was opened by Wei Tu using the [Boundary Stone] before he entered the dry well!

"Not good." Upon seeing this scene, Prince Qing, whose Nascent Soul was about to self-destruct, immediately changed his expression and tried to break free from Wei Tu's restraints.

However, all of this was inevitably too late.

Having suffered a backlash from the laws of the Immortal Ruins, he was already extremely weak. Then, he condensed his mana to the extreme for the purpose of "Nascent Soul self-destruction"—once the arrow is released, there is no turning back. At this point, what ability did he have to resist Wei Tu's "arrangement" at close range?
The next moment, he watched as he suddenly appeared inside a "spatial passage" constructed from countless silver runes.

However, because he did not have the [Boundary Stone] to anchor his position and fix his space, the spatial passage he was in began to collapse and crumble the moment he entered.

However, at this moment, Prince Qing had no time to pay attention to any of this. He roared and made a series of hand seals, preparing to forcibly suppress the self-destruction of the nascent soul in order to save his life.

But unfortunately, it was all too late!

Before the spatial passage collapsed, a deafening explosion resounded inside, causing the area where Wei Tu was located to shake slightly.

Of course, this small commotion is far from comparable to the self-destruction of a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Integration Realm, and it wouldn't even be possible for it to break through the array barrier set up by Wei Tu.

"Finally... it's over." Wei Tu raised his hand and retrieved the [Boundary Stone]. Looking at the spatial rift that had disappeared, he took a few heavy breaths.

If this battle had taken place outside, he would have had no chance of winning.

Neither the powerful spiritual treasures in his hands nor the vast, boundless combined magical power were something he could withstand...

At most, the best they can do is rely on the Dark Laws and the "Seven Mysterious Demonic Bodies" to escape from this cultivator's grasp and make a clean getaway.

Fortunately, this place is the "Dinghai Immortal Ruins," which greatly suppresses the strength of a Nascent Soul cultivator, and he also had the advantage of being caught off guard... At the very beginning of the battle, he successfully launched a sneak attack and severely injured Prince Qing.

Then, step by step, they plotted and weakened Prince Qing, trapping Ci Xiu in this short distance.

Even so, his losses were considerable.

The little monkey puppet was more seriously injured in this battle than when it was acquired in the "Lingyan Heavenly Palace".

Without the full efforts of high-level weapon refiners and puppeteers to repair it, it will be difficult to fight again in the future.

There was also a sixth-tier corpse refinement, which was also ruined...

"Of course, it's all worth it compared to what we've gained."

Wei Tu's eyes flickered slightly as he played with the trident spirit treasure he had seized from Prince Qing.

This spiritual treasure was not the "seventh-order damaged treasure" he had seen before, but a genuine seventh-order spiritual treasure.

Moreover, according to his observation, this trident-shaped spiritual treasure is among the finest of the seventh-grade low-level treasures.

“Besides the seventh-tier spiritual treasure, this cultivator’s other treasures must also be incredibly abundant…” Wei Tu’s eyes burned as he looked at the pile of colorful storage artifacts laid out on the ground.

Son of Panjiang Longhou.

The "Prince" of the Feathered Dragon Clan.

Combined power.

Any one of these identities indicates that Prince Qing's wealth will not be low.

In addition, the opportunity that Prince Qing had in the "dungeon space" is also something that Wei Tu should pay attention to. The fact that it could attract a powerful cultivator like Prince Qing to go there to make plans must mean that it contains great treasures!

……

But it was just as Wei Tu was taking stock of the harvest that he found it.

Outside of Dinghai Immortal Ruins.

In the Panjiang Dragon Palace of the Wind and Fire Continent, a scholar-robed cultivator with dragon horns on his forehead and a golden crown on his head suddenly opened his eyes at that moment, his face showing shock and anger.

Inside the "Dragon Ancestor Hall" within his sight, the "Soul Lamp" that represented Prince Qing's life had already been extinguished.

"Qing'er is dead? How is that possible? How dare someone in the Spirit Realm attack a cultivator of our race?"

Panjiang Longhou found it hard to believe. The Feathered Dragon Clan had dominated the Spirit Realm for millions of years. During this time, although some cultivators in their clan had perished, it was rare to see even one in thousands of years.

Moreover, most of these fallen cultivators died while exploring secret realms or at the hands of their own kind.

Even the other two dominant clans, the Ghost Phoenix Clan and the Divine Armor Clan, dared not easily provoke them.

As for the Ten Spirit Clan...

Faced with these three powerful clans, they had no choice but to submit; they dared not harbor any disrespectful thoughts.

"Where is Qing'er?" Panjiang Longhou's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of coldness. He summoned his personal attendants and inquired about the current situation of Prince Qing.

For the past ten thousand years, he has been cultivating a secret technique, focusing on seclusion and ignoring worldly affairs.

Moreover, Prince Qing had already reached the same level of integration as him, so there was nothing for him to worry about. Therefore, to this day, he mostly "let go" of his beloved son, Prince Qing, and didn't inquire much about his whereabouts.

"Reporting to Lord Long, Prince Qing has already secured a spot to go to Dinghai Immortal Ruins within the royal family..." the servant replied.

"The Immortal Ruins of Dinghai?" Panjiang Longhou calculated the time and immediately realized that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the place where his son, Prince Qing, perished was within the Immortal Ruins of Dinghai.

However, what puzzled him was why the news of Prince Qing's death in Dinghai Immortal Ruins had come out at this moment, causing the soul lamp in the Dragon Ancestor Hall to be extinguished?
Even if a Soul Lamp is of the eighth rank, a closed Immortal Ruins like Dinghai Immortal Ruins cannot transmit messages!

"Since the Soul Lamp can show that Qing'er is dead, then the place where Qing'er perished must not be in the Dinghai Immortal Ruins..."

Panjiang Longhou's eyes were deep. He raised his palm and pulled out the soul lamp in the Dragon Ancestor Hall that contained a trace of Prince Qing's soul. He began to use a secret technique to determine the exact location of Prince Qing's body.

"Where is it?" Several days later, he pinpointed a location and immediately used the Panjiang Dragon Palace's ultra-long-distance teleportation array to travel there.

Two days later.

Panjiang Longhou arrived at the "Sunrise Sea," which separates the Windfire Continent and the Thunder Swamp Continent. Looking at the shattered remains of Prince Qing in the sea, his face revealed fury.

"The Laws of Darkness..."

"The remaining blood of the Demon Ancestor..."

"Which ancient demon dares to kill my beloved son?"

He roared.

But soon, with the arrival of intelligence, he set his sights on a young prodigy who had risen to fame in the four continents of the Spirit Realm in recent years.

"Lou Boyang..." Panjiang Longhou murmured the name softly, but at that moment his right palm clenched tightly, crushing the intelligence jade slip in his hand. (End of this chapter)