Born with immortal seed

Chapter 723 An Unexpected Opponent

The emerald light shifted deeper, revealing its extremely corrosive properties. The two golden beams melted away like snow meeting the blazing sun.

Hou Jun cried out in pain as Bi Guang pressed him firmly to the ground, turning his golden fur charred black.

A blue-eyed toad opened its mouth wide, its tongue shooting out like lightning, and swallowed him whole.

It croaked twice and then jumped back into the Poison God's Cave.

This half-demon, who possessed the strength of a Great True Monarch, had already used his innate divine powers, yet he could not sustain it for more than ten breaths.

"Great Wilderness Ancestor!"

The Purple Seal True Monarch calmly activated the immortal fire, and a faint flame formed a protective circle.

Before stepping onto the teleportation array, they communicated telepathically and were mentally prepared for the attack they would face after leaving the Ancient Immortal Mansion.

However, with a stone tablet establishing the rule that the transformed spirits could not manifest their divine power, the group had a sense of security and did not lose their composure.

They each had their own trump cards, and together they did not have a significant disadvantage in dealing with Tianmu Daoist, who was restricted to the Nascent Soul realm.

But when I looked up, I found that it was completely different from what I had expected.

There were not one, but three Nascent Soul cultivators appearing outside the Ancient Immortal Mansion.

It wasn't the expected Tianmu Daoist, but rather the Great Wilderness Elder, the Two Demons, Yin Ancestor, and Poison God, who should have been engaged in battle and shouldn't have been here.

The Purple Seal True Lord's trust in the Great Wilderness Elder stemmed from the fact that his master had received his teachings, and they were naturally of the same lineage.

In obedience to their master, many unreasonable aspects were naturally overlooked.

His appearance here now, and his attack on these people, speaks volumes without needing further questions or any angry interrogation.

"Hahaha, very good! So you've been in cahoots with these old monsters all along. All that talk of a clean and bright world, of securing a future for the cultivators of the Western Sea, is just empty talk!"

The Purple Seal True Lord's voice was as if he were weeping blood, his expression one of deep sorrow, as if something in his heart had shattered.

He was assumed that the Old Man of the Great Wilderness would avenge his master, but it turned out to be a joke, and only he himself took it seriously.

"Telling us the location of the Ancient Immortal Mansion is just a pawn to use us as their vanguard, to find out what's going on, and to capture the whole group in one fell swoop!"

"You all overestimate yourselves!"

With a flick of his long sleeves, the old man of the Great Wilderness created two cloth bags. One bag was used to capture the Immortal Fire, while the other bag was used to capture the Purple Seal True Monarch.

The techniques that True Monarch Ziyin learned were all taught by him, and he was completely restrained from beginning to end.

Even that celestial flame, the Great Wilderness Elder had known of its existence long ago, and temporarily trapped it with the divine power of the Universe in His Sleeve.

The existence that True Lord Purple Seal relied on as his trump card seemed so powerless.

What appears to be a small cuff actually contains a world within. No matter how fiercely the immortal flames surged within, splitting into hundreds of flames, they only burned less than one percent of the area, not even touching the edge of the sleeve.

With one move, he shattered the Immortal Flame; with another, he captured the Purple Seal True Monarch.

He turned around again, threw out a green mountain, and it grew to a size of a thousand feet in mid-air.

This Thousand Peaks was forged by the Great Wilderness Elder before he attained enlightenment. It is nothing special in itself, and could even be said to be the easiest spiritual treasure to obtain.

All you need to do is visit famous mountains and rivers, select suitable mountain ranges, and refine them into stone hearts.

Then, a stone heart was placed among the mountains as the core, and it was constantly refined and purified, eventually merging the mountain into the stone.

To refine a majestic mountain to the size of a fist, one must refine nine stone hearts in this way, stack them together, and then nourish them with the power of creation during the breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage, thus advancing it to a Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure.

Using fifth-order spiritual mountain veins to bypass the limitations of weapon crafting is arguably the simplest path to creating fifth-order magic weapons in the mortal realm.

It has only one clever use against enemies: relying on its weight to overwhelm them.

No matter what supernatural powers or magical treasures you possess, they are all thrown down by mountains. The nine stone hearts draw upon the earth's veins, almost as if the forces of heaven and earth are combined.

However, due to its limited supernatural abilities, it is easily countered in battles between Nascent Soul cultivators.

Apart from the Great Wilderness Elder, who managed to climb to the Nascent Soul stage by sheer luck, no one would be interested in the other old monsters who had reincarnated multiple times.

However, in this situation, the weight of the mountains alone could crush a Nascent Soul cultivator.

If this were in Zuzhou, the moment someone started refining a treasure like the Thousand Peaks, it would immediately attract the attention of the Moral Sect.

To refine a single treasure, at least nine fifth-tier spiritual peaks of mountains are removed. In the eyes of the cultivators of Zuzhou, this is a crime a hundred times more serious than massacring cities and exterminating clans, creating boundless bloodshed.

Even the most ruthless and cruel demonic cultivators wouldn't dare to do such a thing, or they would become the public enemy of the cultivation world.

The Moral Sect will immediately add such cultivators to its list of demons to be exterminated, regardless of whether they practice righteous cultivation methods.

The green mountains continued to grow, obscuring the view, making the Nascent Soul below appear so small, as if it would be suppressed at the bottom of the mountain at any moment.

"Your swordsmanship is divine? Then I'll defeat you with brute force. I won't compete with you on fancy moves. Even if the Sword Emperor himself came, he'd have to take the hits head-on!"

The old man from the wilderness looked on with envy, his burning gaze sweeping over the young man below.

What a vibrant and full-bodied body it is; from this day forward, it belongs to him.

All his past pursuits of the Great Dao, his lofty ambitions, and his vow to purify the Western Sea after becoming a deity, have all vanished as his physical body ages and his lifespan diminishes.

I often suffer from insomnia, worrying that I might never wake up again after my next retreat.

With so little time left, I lacked the confidence to make any further breakthroughs and attempt the slim chance of ascension.

Faced with the method of reincarnation of the Dao embryo offered by the Yin Ancestor, he ultimately could not resist the temptation.

After confirming that there were no hidden dangers in the secret technique, the Great Wilderness Elder decisively began to practice it, and naturally joined forces with Yin Zu, the Poison God, and Tianmu Daoren.

Of the two demons and three immortals, only the Sword God remains steadfastly opposed to hunting for Dao embryos and performing the secret technique of rebirth.

The cultivators below were suppressed by the green mountain, with only two points of light shining brightly, intertwined and swirling, revealing an indomitable sword intent.

……

"Lord Yunzhong, we would all give you face given your background, yet you've gotten involved in this kind of thing!"

Yin Zu sneered, then stretched out his palms from his sleeves and gently patted them downwards.

Two enormous, snow-white hands, devoid of any trace of fire or smoke, scattered true essence and repelled spiritual light wherever they passed.

He showed no concern whatsoever for Yun Zhongjun and Chi Tianzi, two top-tier Nascent Soul cultivators, and appeared extremely relaxed.

The Crimson Emperor held a hairpin and drew it across the golden curtain, but it was only caught by the wind from his palm, like snow melting in the sun, leaving no trace.

If it weren't for the True Feather Robe on her body blocking her way, a single blow would have rendered her unable to fight.

Even so, the platinum hairpin in his hand and the true feather robe on his body had lost their spiritual light, and most of the true essence in his dantian and sea of ​​qi was gone, leaving him looking horrified.

This is the Great Dao of the Yin Ancestor. Even if his realm is sealed, he is still so strong that it is despair-inducing when facing cultivators who are not as strong as himself.

Another giant hand reached out to grab Yun Zhongjun, but grasped nothing.

Its form dispersed, becoming thousands of cloud dots, which gathered into a white cloud a hundred feet away.

"With you all blocking my way, I have no hope of reaching the fifth rank. Sooner or later, I will return to the clouds of the land of sunset. I am willing to take the risk!"

The white clouds changed shape and spat out a five-colored stone, its five colors forming a miniature rainbow.

It was able to remain unaffected by the Yin Ancestor's Great Dao, stabilize the wind and clouds, and restore the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to tranquility.

"Do you really think that by living a few more foolish days and receiving enlightenment from the Immortal Lord, you can be compared to me? The illusory treasures of the Purple Mansion are good, but it depends on who has them in their hands!"

Yin Zu's face showed a mocking expression. He transformed his palm into fingers, and each finger strike was as unpredictable as a gazelle hanging its horns.

The Crimson Emperor was knocked unconscious after blocking only two fingers. The platinum hairpin let out a mournful cry, its essence also damaged, and it fell crookedly into the island.

Yun Zhongjun fared slightly better; his form could gather and disperse at will, and the clouds scattered more and more as they were attacked, only to reassemble themselves.

Occasionally, the five-colored stone would be swung out, producing a sound that pierced through the air and cracked through the stone, forcing even the Yin Ancestor to retreat and defend.

But the rainbow gradually shortened, and when it disappeared completely, it meant that the duration of the five-colored stone had officially ended.

Beforehand, they hoped it would hold off the Taoist Tianmu for a while.

In fact, the five-colored stone had already performed quite well, but unfortunately it encountered Yin Zu.

If the opponent were to be the Poison God, the effect might be even better.

After several more moves, Yun Zhongjun was in grave danger. Twice, his cloud formation was torn into pieces, and the time required for it to reassemble was getting longer and longer.

When the Poison God defeated Hou Jun and joined the battlefield to help Yin Zu, the balance was immediately broken.

The two demons joined forces and humbled themselves. In less than ten rounds, Yun Zhongjun was scattered again, and thirty-six demonic nails immobilized him, leaving him unable to escape.

Yin Zu stopped the Poison God from making another move and said, "Just capture him. Don't let him fall into our hands. After all, he was enlightened by a Celestial Lord... It is said that those who kill them will suffer a chasm, encounter many misfortunes, and face many obstacles when they ascend to immortality."

"Consider it lucky! The reincarnated body is not limited to men, women, children, demons, or humans... but it's just that it's a cloud-like body, which can't even be used to cultivate a Dao embryo!"

The Poison God withdrew the crimson and green light from his hand with great regret. He would not have been willing to damage any other Great True Lord. He would have preferred to let the creature go rather than risk harming its physical body, since he would be able to capture it sooner or later anyway.

After all, the cultivation level of the Dao Embryo is closely related to the cultivation speed after reincarnation.

A Dao embryo that has reached the Nascent Soul stage can usually return to its original cultivation level in just one or two hundred years.

The early stage of the Nascent Soul stage requires at least four or five hundred years, and the difference is that obvious.

It's rare to find a great lord who has no value, yet people are wary of him because of his background and foundation, and dare not harm him.

……

"The mountains piled up, overwhelming people with their strength... Under normal circumstances, when facing an opponent whose cultivation is weaker than oneself, using orthodox methods is the safest and most reliable approach."

Bai Zichen looked up at the dark figure, chuckled, and two sword lights leaped out.

"Unfortunately, we are both at the Nascent Soul stage, so I am not at a disadvantage in terms of cultivation... Also, this Taiyin Purification and Turbidity Slash is most fond of clumsy techniques that lack agility and change and only have pure power!"

Two points of light shone, growing ever brighter.

A pure aura rises, clear and ethereal, and the sword of the Queen Mother of the West shines forth.

The turbid air descended, the demonic energy became murky, and what shone was the Avici Hell Demon Sword.

The collision of the pure and the impure, using external forces as nourishment, continues to extend and spread, and the Taiyin Pure and Impure Slash takes shape.

Swish!
The green mountains split open, and the peaks rolled down, easily breaking through the seemingly all-suppressing Thousand Peaks.

The old man of the Great Wilderness quickly retrieved the treasure, and the sword marks around the base of the green mountain were almost cut in half.

His mind was in complete disarray; the boy's swordsmanship had far exceeded his expectations.

This sword strike is not the true essence of time; even a slight touch will cause a rapid chain reaction, unleashing an unprecedented destructive power from the collision of these two extreme forces.

Even if the Sword Emperor were placed in this environment, with his cultivation also restricted, he would not be able to achieve this level of power in a single strike.

Having cultivated for over a thousand years, honed their supernatural abilities and spells, refined their true essence, accumulated combat experience... and most importantly, possessed an absolute advantage in divine sense, they should have been able to crush the opponent.

There is only one reason for this outcome: the swordsman on the other side was stronger than anyone expected.

Even with Yin Zu's reminder that he had mastered the true meaning of time and raised his expectations, it was still the same.

This only proves that this person is a once-in-a-millennium, heaven-defying sword cultivator!

(End of this chapter)