I conquer the immortal with my strength.

Chapter 593 One Claw

"Click——"

A cracking sound echoed through the void, and Zhu Pi Shan Jun's giant halberd shattered instantly, transforming into countless fragments of light that scattered into the air.

Then the dragon claw crashed down with a deafening roar.

"Do not--!"

Zhu Pishanjun roared in shock, his massive bear body surging with immortal light as he tried to break free. However, under the dragon claws, the immortal energy within him was as if it had been pressed into a bottomless abyss, instantly freezing and stagnating!

boom!
The massive red-haired bear was slammed to the ground by a single claw, causing the mountain ridge to tremble.

However, instead of his bones and blood shattering, his entire immortal body shook violently, the runes crumbled inch by inch, and his bear body gradually turned into fragmented light and shadow, shrinking continuously, looking extremely disheveled.

"Who...who are you! What kind of supernatural power did you just use! I am a Void Immortal...how could I...not even withstand a single claw strike!"

Zhu Bishan roared to the sky, his voice filled with despair and fear.

Xia Daoming stood with his hands behind his back and spoke indifferently:
"A illusory immortal?"

"You little bear demon dare to presume to call yourself an immortal?"

As he tightened his dragon claws slightly, Zhu Bi Shan Jun exploded into a dim starlight, his phantom shattered, his immortal energy dissipated, and he was sucked into a dark cloud that had drifted in from nowhere in the night sky.

There was dead silence between heaven and earth.

The once bustling mountain stronghold fell silent in an instant, with only the crackling of the campfire illuminating the bloodless faces of the countless demon soldiers.

They stood there dumbfounded, their wine jugs and weapons falling to the ground, trembling like leaves.

"This...this is impossible..."

"The Crimson Bear Mountain Lord... a mere celestial being, yet it struck with a single claw—"

"No...we're no match for them, run!"

Some screamed, only to find their legs felt like lead, completely immobile. It wasn't fear, but rather the terrifying, invisible force that enveloped the entire mountain range with a wave of Xia Daoming's hand.

For a moment, Xingyi forgot to breathe.

She clearly saw with her own eyes that Xia Daoming was only a first-stage cultivator, but when that claw fell, it was as if she saw a true dragon soaring over the world, tearing apart heaven and earth, completely out of touch with the cultivation level she knew.

Hongxia and Taoyao's faces turned deathly pale, their hearts pounding wildly. She had only followed out of respect for the land, never expecting to encounter such a terrifying being. A mixture of fear and shock mingled with an indescribable excitement:
"How terrifying... but if I could serve by his side, perhaps I could witness a glory that surpasses even legends in this lifetime..."

Cui Baisong had already collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at the lingering golden dragon shadow in the air, his throat so dry that he couldn't utter a single word.

Inside the mountain stronghold, the demon cultivators who were abducting women were already completely disoriented. One after another, they fell to their knees, their heads hitting the rocks so hard that blood splattered everywhere.

"Great Immortal, spare my life!"

"We are merely following orders and have absolutely no intention of being enemies with the Great Immortal!"

"Lord Zhu Bi is dead. The stronghold surrenders and is willing to serve Lord Xia as its master!"

The night wind howled, carrying the stench of blood and wine.

Xia Daoming stood alone with his hands behind his back, his gaze as indifferent as a cold star, as if all the noise and clamor of the world were beneath his notice.

He spoke slowly, his voice calm, yet it resonated like a booming bell in everyone's ears:

“Those who rebel and defy the land of Yujian should be punished.”

Before the words were finished, the sky lowered, and thick, dark clouds suddenly pressed down.

As the dark clouds churned, chains descended. In the past, they exuded a sinister and ghostly aura, but now they possessed a majestic and ethereal quality, their chilling presence radiating solemnity and authority.

It is the former Banner of Ten Thousand Ghosts. But now, it should be called the Banner of Ten Thousand Immortals.

Chains rained down, sweeping through the mountain village.

A series of screams suddenly rang out, then abruptly ceased. In an instant, the evil cultivators and ferocious demons who had been reveling in the village were gone, leaving only the abducted mortal women, who stood frozen in place, their faces filled with fear, tears still wet on their faces, as if they could not believe that this nightmare that had descended from the sky had been wiped away in an instant.

The dark clouds gradually dispersed, transforming into a small banner that gently floated into Xia Daoming's palm, then disappeared without a trace.

"Immortal weapon!"

Xingyi and the others were suddenly shocked, and their gazes toward Xia Daoming were filled with even more awe and suspicion.

In the celestial realm, only celestial artifacts can be nurtured within the body without being constrained by the earth's forces. If mortal magical treasures are forcibly incorporated, it's like a huge boulder pressing on the abdomen—unbearably heavy and only temporary. Only the Earth Tablet bestowed by the Heavenly Court, supported by incense offerings, can barely contain them.

This banner possesses overwhelming power and can enter the body at will; it is no ordinary item. It is undoubtedly a genuine celestial artifact.
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A few days later.

Incense smoke wafted from the rear hall of the Yujian Zhitu Temple.

Xia Daoming sat cross-legged, holding a magic stone in his hand, and closed his eyes to cultivate. After a short while, the magic stone's spiritual light dimmed and turned into dust. Without stopping, he took out another stone and continued to refine it.

It was all a matter of chance. The Crimson Bear Mountain Lord, though seemingly imposing, was actually just a Nascent Soul demon cultivator who had fallen into this place, lacking substantial resources and relying on plunder to sustain his cultivation. If Xia Daoming had arrived earlier, he probably wouldn't have been able to plunder much of his wealth.

But his luck was good. Just two days ago, Lord Zhu Pi had attained the status of a Void Immortal, and King Hei Pi had bestowed upon him immortal stones, spirit-nourishing pills, and an immortal artifact as a token of his favor. Demon cultivators from all directions also offered congratulatory gifts. Now, all of these had become Xia Daoming's possessions.

"Crack!"

Another piece of immortal stone turned into powder.

Xia Daoming slowly opened his eyes, stretched his arms and legs, and muttered to himself, "With the help of the immortal stones, things are indeed twice as easy. However, to overcome the tribulation and become a True Immortal of the Second Realm, this alone is far from enough."

For three thousand three hundred years, he drifted through the chaotic void, seemingly stagnating in his cultivation, but in reality, his Dao heart had been tempered to an incomparably resilient degree. His Ancestral Dragon Overlord Body had even broken through to the tenth level, his Purple Mansion had opened, and the Fire Phoenix Tree's branches and leaves were lush and verdant. The Great Dao he had comprehended far surpassed his current realm.

The foundation is solid, the framework is complete, all that's missing is a continuous supply of immortal power.

The fastest way is to directly consume the Immortal Refining Stone.

Ordinary cultivators would bite off more than they can chew, their bodies simply unable to withstand it, requiring them to alternate between using the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to harmonize their bodies. But for Xia Daoming, all of this was no problem at all.

"A horse won't get fat without night grass."

He glanced at the nearly empty immortal stones in his storage ring, his eyes flashing thoughtfully.

"Yujian should be properly reorganized. In this way, I can gain immortal stones, and Xingyi can also gain the hearts of the people and incense offerings. It can be said to be killing two birds with one stone."

With a slight shift in his thoughts, Xia Daoming looked toward the palace gate.

The palace doors slowly opened, and Hongxia strode in, her eyes filled with reverence. She curtsied and said:

"Master Xia, what are your orders?"

"What's the situation outside?" Xia Daoming asked calmly.

"Rumors are circulating that Lord Zhu Bi, relying on his strength to bully the weak, finally offended a passing immortal and had his stronghold wiped out in one fell swoop," Hongxia replied respectfully.

Xia Daoming nodded slightly upon hearing this, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

That night, after slaying the demons, he casually used his magic to alter the memories of the survivors. This method was extremely profound, and even a true immortal would have to exert a great deal of effort to perform it.

However, since his Purple Mansion had already been opened, he had naturally comprehended this technique and could use it with great ease. Moreover, those were merely mortal demons with fragile spiritual senses, making it even easier for him to execute the technique, almost as easy as plucking a flower with a wave of his hand.

　That concludes today's update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)