Born with immortal seed

Chapter 884 Newcomers Replace Old Ones

Rotten Axe Mountain.

Rain was falling, and after several days of continuous drizzle, the water level in Longtan rose several feet, and the air was filled with humid moisture.

"Of the five sons gone, three have already perished..."

Bai Zichen awoke from his meditation and did some calculations with his fingers.

The diagram of the positions of gods and spirits had long been refined, and even when not by his side, he could still sense the changes of the gods and spirits depicted in it.

All the disciples sent out were given divine seeds, and once they died, the corresponding deity statue on the Ghost and God Position Chart would dim again.

These disciples who achieved rapid progress through the divine seeds, although all of them have reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, are certainly not considered outstanding in the broader context of Dan Cliff Cave Heaven.

On the contrary, the original body does not receive immediate feedback on the situation of its clones.

"I have basically mastered the Purple Mansion Scenery incarnation. I just need the Soul-Slaying Mushroom to arrive so I can start cultivating it... However, if I really encounter an unreasonable fusion, I still need a deterrent trump card to protect myself."

Bai Zichen's face was slightly pale. The Taichu Three Realms Incarnation Technique was an extremely difficult and complicated cultivation method.

For him, mastering the material in a short period of time was a heavy burden, leaving him mentally and physically exhausted.

"If things truly come to a head, we'll have no choice but to take a gamble and refine this drop of Azure Dragon blood essence ahead of time..."

The essence blood crystal fell into his hand, but the pure aura of the sacred beast had no effect on him, and he hadn't taken it out to show himself for a long time.

According to previous estimates, only when the Void Refinement stage is perfected can it withstand the impact of the sacred beast's essence blood and draw true spiritual power into the body to accelerate the evolution of the Time Divine Power.

No one in the Earthly Immortal Realm has ever been so extravagant as to borrow the essence and blood of a true spirit to cultivate; there is no precedent for this.

However, the lower one's cultivation level, the greater the potential risks that will emerge and the greater the backlash one will suffer.

With a single finger strike, one can feel the immense, unfathomable power within.

At the same time, it had a mysterious attraction that drew him in, making him unable to extricate himself.

Refine it! Refine it!
A voice echoed repeatedly, and a look of intoxication appeared on his face. His five fingers were already gripping the crystal, and a strong urge compelled him to crush it.

Swish!
A white rainbow pierced through the sea of ​​consciousness, cutting out a tranquil space, untouched by dust and free from any noise.

All fantasies have faded, and I will no longer be disturbed.

"Was it really the Heartless Sword Immortal who brought the Azure Dragon's essence blood to the Hidden Dragon Realm? Where did he get it from, and what was his purpose?"

"As the most promising disciple of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion in that generation, why would he be at odds with the sect, and instead have so many inexplicable connections with the vanished Heavenly Emperor?"

The crystal returned to its normal state, preventing him from losing his mind.

The Heartless Sword Immortal held a high position, and after returning to the Earthly Immortal Realm, he even achieved the Fusion Realm. However, the essence blood of the sacred beast was still something he was not qualified to touch.

The sacred beast Azure Dragon was the true spirit that disappeared during the great battle with the Heavenly Emperor. Only the Heavenly Emperor had the opportunity to injure it and leave behind its essence blood.

It seems that the Heavenly Emperor did not disappear immediately after the ultimate showdown; he reappeared at least once more.

……

A strange, white-gold light flickered at the top of the cliff, the air heavy and oppressive, making the air itself sluggish.

A palm-sized lingzhi mushroom, with dark red, black, and gray patterns weaving through it, exudes boundless malevolent energy.

The four of them surrounded the Soul-Slaying Herb, the atmosphere heavy with tension.

“Amitabha… This thing can only be born in the most evil and filthy places. It is extremely evil and yin, and will surely bring disaster.”

The Buddha Kingdom in the palm of his hand has always been with Kongwen, never dissipating, with one after another transparent Buddha phantoms gathering behind him.

The Buddha's light is perfect, and no darkness or filth can invade the Buddha's realm.

"This humble monk is willing to make a vow to build a lotus platform and a temple to purify the Soul-Slaying Fungus, and will certainly not use it for his own benefit."

The monk, who came from the Saha Buddhist land, spoke in a Zen voice. His face was holy, and he opened his mouth as if to claim the innate spiritual root.

"If you want the Soul-Slaying Herb, speak under my sword."

Ye Huan remained expressionless, his Taoist robe stained with blood, his aura fluctuating wildly.

Just moments before, he was barely breathing, like a candle flame flickering in a storm.

The next moment, his aura surged, and the blood sword in his arms stole all color from the world, making it impossible for anyone to look away.

For the sake of Dan Cliff Cave Heaven, he postponed his advancement to the Refinement Void Realm several times.

When there's no time to delay any longer, one might as well reverse the five elements and end one's own path in this life.

After entering the cave, he burned the sword spirit, broke the sword body, and obtained the Hundred Spirits Immortal Slaying Sword, which gained a bit more ferocity with each person he killed.

The flying sword will disperse in a maximum of 100 days, but during this period, even a sixth-order flying sword will have to challenge its edge.

This Soul-Slaying Mushroom can help Shao Yang cultivate the great supernatural power he has been longing for over ten years, turning the tide of the Four Views Island in one fell swoop.

All other spiritual herbs combined cannot compare to the importance of the Soul-Slaying Mushroom in Ye Huan's heart.

“A hundred years ago, I accompanied my great-grandfather to pay homage to the great immortal Xue Ji. His voice, appearance and demeanor are still unforgettable to this day… Fellow Daoist Xue, why don’t we join hands to plan for the innate spiritual root and then discuss the division of benefits?”

The Xue family of Qingdu were respected wherever they went in the Immortal Realm, and Xue Zhongru immediately initiated an alliance request.

Along the way, wherever spiritual energy gathers and immortal herbs grow in abundance, one will inevitably encounter a group of cultivators.

Regardless of whether their identities were revealed, the other side was determined to fight to the death to claim the immortal herb.

Beneath Xue Zhongru's plump exterior lies a rare and delicate mind.

Don't let his current status as a laughing stock in the Immortal Realm fool you; in his youth, he was praised by the Lord of Dongyue City, who lauded him as the Xue family's precious tree.

Having already sensed something was wrong, he gradually conserved his true energy, no longer using his divine power on the cliff climbing path.

Shi Xiu has always been independent and at odds with the disciples of the immortal sects.

The Five Dragons Sea Sword Cultivators were risking their lives, with no option to retreat; cooperation was out of the question.

Only disciples of the Xue clan of noble birth have the possibility of cooperating and negotiating.

However, if asked who among them had the highest probability of becoming a ghost, he would choose Xue Wugao without hesitation.

This invisible calculation and ability to manipulate the situation is far too profound and unfathomable for a Nascent Soul cultivator.

They must not only master the art of protecting the path and killing, but also cultivate the supernatural power to manipulate fate, so that they won't even have time to split a person in two.

Only the Qingdu Xue clan possesses the treasure left by the Heavenly Emperor, so no matter how bizarre or impossible the event may seem, the chances cannot be said to be zero.

“Very well, the Lord of Dongyue City is a senior I greatly admire, and I certainly trust your character, fellow Daoist…”

Xue Wugao nodded heavily, realizing that the price of dealing with Yang Tianyou was far greater than he had imagined.

This rising star of the Heavenly Palace lived up to the reputation of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts; in terms of domineering arrogance and immense power, he was the first of his kind.

Every punch that came my way filled me with dread.

The only problem was that the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts were a bit too simple; they used the Five-Colored Flag to trap Yang Tianyou, making him fight against the turbulent flow of time inside.

Don't even think about escaping before the true meaning of time within the Five-Colored Flag is exhausted.

However, lacking a prized treasure, Xue Wugao was not confident he could snatch the Soul-Slaying Herb from the three people before him.

Those cultivators who can reach the top of the cliff are no ordinary people.

Kong Wen and Xue Zhongru need no introduction; they both come from top-tier forces. Even the relatively unknown Ye Huan is not easy to deal with.

A thousand years of cultivation, all for this one moment of explosive power.

Such a life is certainly tragic, but the terrifying power of the hidden killing intent within the sword is enough to make even those in the early stages of the Void Refinement Realm secretly tremble.

Kong Wen secretly groaned. He had already used up a significant portion of his Buddha-power in subduing the Ananda dragon, and now that two of them were working together, he knew he couldn't possibly defeat them.

Just as he looked at Ye Huan, he saw the man take a step forward, draw the blood sword from his robes, and break the temporary calm.

The wind and clouds changed color, the cave shook, and a single sword locked onto three people at the same time, its terrifying killing intent threatening to annihilate them all.

"What fierce swordsmanship!"

Kong Wen was both amused and exasperated. Not only did this person refuse to join forces with him, but he also attacked all three people in the arena with his sword at the same time.

Even at his peak, he wouldn't have dared to have this courage.

The sword light attacked the three people, and the killing intent did not diminish in the slightest, as if three Ye Huans were swinging their swords at the same time.

It must be the mystery of this secret technique that its power does not diminish as the number of targets increases.

All the Buddhas opened their eyes at once, a great sound of Zen chanting arose, golden lotuses surged, and celestial maidens scattered flowers.

As the sword light descended before him, he unconsciously slowed his pace, his killing intent subsided, and a gentle light, like water, cascaded down upon him.

"Crazy!"

Xue Zhongru snorted coldly, and a hundred golden stars flew up from his hand, gathering into a Samadhi Divine Wind that formed an absolute domain, centered on himself and returning to chaos.

The sword light struck, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, crashing into the chaos without causing a ripple.

This Golden Star was forged by the Lord of Dongyue City before he merged with the body. At that time, the Samadhi Divine Wind had not yet been fully mastered, and he still needed to rely on external objects to make his supernatural power perfect.

This substance is called Fengbo Yellow Sand. Only a few dozen grains have been refined in a hundred years. If Xue Zhongru hadn't been so highly regarded, he wouldn't have even had this much in stock.

Xue Wugao's solution was the simplest: he tore open a talisman with constantly flowing colorful light and ever-changing incantations, and hid inside.

The sword light struck the illusory figure as it approached, passing through like the moon's reflection in water, creating ripples.

No matter how terrifying the sword light is, if it cannot catch the target, it is all for naught.

"what?"

Xue Wugao floated uncertainly within the talisman, only being prevented from being swept away by the vast and boundless waters by the guidance of colorful light.

He could clearly feel a distinct sense of separation about a hundred feet behind him, though faint, it was extremely familiar.

"How is this possible? How is this possible!"

Xue Wugao was stunned and stood rooted to the spot. At such close range, what kind of concealment technique could have allowed four top Nascent Soul cultivators to remain completely undetected?

If it weren't for the strict restrictions on the cultivation level of those who enter Dan Cliff Cave Heaven, one would suspect that someone at the Void Refinement stage has infiltrated, pretending to be weak while actually being strong.

If it weren't for activating the Flick of the Beauty Talisman and borrowing the essence of an ancient mayfly to float on the edge of the river of time, one wouldn't have noticed that strangeness at all.

Under the terrifying, murderous sword light, birds did not fly over, mosquitoes disappeared, and there was no possibility of any other living creature.

However, Xue Wugao sensed that there were invisible floating insects living there, unaffected by the killing sword intent.

Whether these floating insects can be considered living beings is debatable; they are born and die in an instant, coming from spiritual energy and then dispersing back into it.

It has no effect on cultivators, and only those who have merged with the body can detect it.

This appearance suggests that the floating insect has mutated and achieved a level of mastery comparable to a cultivator at the Void Refinement stage.

Either there are Nascent Soul cultivators hiding on either side using secret techniques, thus isolating the killing intent from entering.

Eliminate the impossible options, and the remaining one, no matter how bizarre it seems, is the correct answer.

More importantly, he felt that the river of time around him was surging more excitedly, as if it was anticipating something.

"This sword burns the afterlife, severing destiny!"

Ye Huan's breath suddenly dropped sharply, his lips trembled, his face turned ashen, and only his eyes remained burning like fireballs.

The crimson light of the blood sword was even stronger; before it could even harm others, it had already claimed most of its own life.

If it weren't for the fact that he was activating the secret technique, he would have been devoured by the sword attack long ago, and the destruction of the world would have started with the destruction of himself.

The blood-red light sealed the entire cliff top, clearly indicating a power that surpassed the Nascent Soul stage and had clearly reached the Void Refinement stage.

Moreover, a typical early-stage Void Refinement cultivator could not unleash such a magnificent sword strike, brimming with vitality and a sense of mortal conflict.

Many Buddha statues shed tears of blood, their golden bodies shattered, and then turned into wisps of smoke.

For a moment, Kong Wen felt as if he had been deprived of his five senses, and everything went black before his eyes, leaving him with no perception of the outside world.

Fortunately, the Buddha's power remained, and all six supernatural abilities were activated.

The divine eye can see all forms and colors in the world.
The divine ear can hear all sounds in the world.
He knows in his heart what all beings are thinking.
Those with supernatural abilities can know their own past lives.

The supernatural power of travel allows one to move freely and without hindrance, doing whatever one pleases.
The power of eliminating all defilements can eradicate all afflictions, delusions, and karmic obstacles, thereby attaining complete power and virtue.

The darkness receded, and light returned, even revealing places previously overlooked.

"Who are you, scoundrels, trying to play tricks!"

A Buddha with his eyes closed threw out his vajra, causing everything in its path to collapse and tearing apart the cave.

A hazy, flowing light appeared, as if a canvas had been torn open, and a figure stood up.

His aura was profound; all the changes of yin and yang ceased upon reaching him, returning to their final state.

Apart from Xue Wugao, the other three were all shocked.

"To actually break through my trail, that's incredible..."

Logically speaking, with the Ghost God Position Map concealing his true nature, even a cultivator at the Void Refinement stage wouldn't be able to easily see through Bai Zichen's disguise.

It can only be said that the enhancement brought by the Buddha's power allowed the five senses to combine at that moment.

However, when one parries, the true energy is used, and the concealment effect of the Ghost God Position Diagram disappears.

Bai Zichen wasn't particularly flustered when he was pulled into the battlefield from being a bystander.

The natal chart is stable, and although there may be some twists and turns in the calculation, it will still end in a very auspicious manner.

Even if things don't go well, it's still possible to escape unscathed.

Hum!
Kong Wen revealed a set of bright white teeth, casually slapped out a palm, which transformed into a huge golden Buddha image, its face blurred.

A golden Buddha descended from the sky, radiating boundless pure light, pressing down on Ye Huan so that he could not move.

Without any communication, Xue Zhongru, as if by telepathy, blew the wind god's yellow sand, and the Samadhi Divine Wind suddenly became violent.

First, the Hundred Spirits Immortal-Slaying Sword fell down with a mournful cry, and then Ye Huan's body uncontrollably split into small pieces.

With a flash of blood, the once ferocious swordsman was gone without a trace.

The seemingly balanced situation was shattered when a mysterious cultivator suddenly entered, and the two disciples from top-tier forces immediately revealed their true colors.

Without any communication, they tacitly eliminated Ye Huan, who had the worst background, cutting off this unstable factor.

Judging solely from the sheer abundance of true essence and the level of power it can achieve, Ye Huan is actually the highest among those present.

With the blessing of the secret technique, the remaining lifespan was condensed to the last moment and nourished by the same amount of flesh, blood and soul as the Nascent Soul cultivators on the way. It was not inferior to the early stage of Void Refinement, but also comparable to the middle stage of Void Refinement.

But the most fatal flaw is that he lacks the characteristics of a hybrid.

Whether it's Kong Wen's Buddha Kingdom in the Palm of His Hand or Xue Zhongru's Samadhi Divine Wind, both are bestowed with combined power.

Shao Yang of Siwang Island certainly doesn't have the resources to compare with the Buddha or the Lord of Dongyue City.

Once the two get serious, Ye Huan will be reduced to dust, as fragile as paper.

This is the true difference between the Nascent Soul cultivators forcibly promoted by the Five Dragons Sea and the direct disciples of the top forces in the Earthly Immortal Realm.

In previous years, Ye Huan would have been a strong contender for the final winner.

However, due to the Soul-Slaying Mushroom and the changing situation, two powerful figures have clearly crossed the river to Dan Cliff Cave this time.

It is still a true dragon powerful enough to overturn rivers and seas and crush local bullies.

With lightning speed and perfect coordination, after a round of attacks, there were still only four players on the field.

The only difference was that the sinister swordsman, brimming with murderous intent, had been replaced by a middle-aged Taoist priest in a green robe.

His aura was peaceful, lofty, and profound, revealing a cultivation level of only the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

But the level of danger is more than ten times that of Ye Huan.

All three regarded the newly appeared Taoist in green robes as an opponent on the same level as themselves, and racked their brains, but could not think of any force that had a disciple who was worthy of their attention.

(End of this chapter)