Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 606 Planting the Brand
The sky is covered with clouds and fog, and the surrounding area is dark.

Apart from the sound of ghosts stirring, this world is extremely silent.

The black eagle looked sideways, and after seeing Chen Mu's soul, it spread its wings and flew into the fog.

Chen Mu was silent in his heart. He had actually discovered a long time ago that although the ghosts in the inherited soul flag were mostly at a very high level and had their own spirituality, they could not obey orders like the ghosts such as Yakshas, ​​and could only be summoned out through the soul flag.

He guessed that it might be because he had not yet fully become the descendant of the Soul Ancestor.

Therefore, the ghosts here only regard him as the holder of the soul flag, not the inheritor.

"The inheritance of the Soul Ancestor is my great fortune, second only to the mysterious water lotus. If I can fully control it, then all the ghosts in the entire Netherworld will be at my disposal. By then, my power alone will be no weaker than that of a major sect on a continent!"

Chen Mu pondered for a moment, and his heart slowly settled down.

Decades have passed since the hundred-year agreement at Xuantian Secret Land. If one wishes to safely become the true heir of the Soul Ancestor, one must form a fetus as soon as possible...

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he put away the distracting thoughts in his mind and looked at Taixuan who was chained on the cliff.

At this time, Taixuan was already exhausted. Although his soul still had the shape of a dragon, Chen Mu could see that only a last bit of divinity was left.

If no one intervenes, it will dissipate on its own in a few months at most and truly perish.

Taixuan also noticed Chen Mu's figure at this time. He forced himself to raise his head, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

He considered it over and over again, and finally said, "My friend, I have no grudge against you. I only attacked you because of the situation. Now that I have fallen into your hands, I have nothing to say.

But if you are willing to spare my life and let me go, then I will have great fortune to offer you..."

The more he spoke, the stronger his desire to survive became. At the end, he looked extremely nervous and promised many benefits, as if Chen Mu would give him endless resources as long as he agreed to let him go.

However, no matter how much he tempted Chen Mu, he would not be moved. He just looked at him coldly. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly formed seals with his hands and released a soul talisman, which flew towards Taixuan's eyebrows like a falling star.

Taixuan reacted extremely quickly. He was terrified and twisted his body to avoid the attack. However, he was already a candle in the wind, so where did he get the strength to move forward?

"Young friend, if you have something to say, it's easy to talk. I am the True Lord of Transformation of Mo Yuan in Southern Xinjiang. I possess thousands of profound skills and divine secrets, and I can teach you all of them..."

Before he could finish his words, the soul talisman had already flown into his brow.

In an instant, Taixuan felt as if his body was washed by a torrent, and he froze suddenly. Then the soul talisman turned into countless invisible shackles, locking directly towards the original divinity of his soul!
"This is……"

Taixuan was, after all, a true god who had seen a lot and was knowledgeable, so he guessed Chen Mu's thoughts in an instant.

"How dare you, little thief! A mere Jindan thief dares to enslave me?"

He raised his head to the sky and roared angrily, his whole body seemed to be burning with blood flames, the mist around him immediately dissipated, and even the many invisible shackles were temporarily blocked by him, unable to move forward.

Would rather die than become a ghost slave...

Seeing this, Chen Mu showed no mercy. He snorted coldly, and the surrounding soul power mist suddenly surged like a tide, rushing towards Taixuan Yuanshen one after another, extinguishing the blood flame that he had ignited with great difficulty.

Then his mind moved again, and the endless shackles gained momentum, rushing in front of the origin of his soul like a landslide.

Until this moment, Taixuan still had the ability to end his life. After all, he was a spiritual body, and his thoughts and ideas were not restricted by Chen Mu.

But when it really came to the last moment, looking at Chen Mu's expression without any sadness or joy, he hesitated for a moment for some unknown reason.

"After lying dormant for thousands of years, are you going to end your life like this?"

In just this instant, the endless shackles broke through the last barrier and firmly imprisoned that divinity.

Instantly, Chen Mu seemed to sense something in his heart. A trace of soul branding appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, pointing directly at Taixuan's primordial spirit. From this point on, as long as the branding existed, Taixuan lived; if the branding disappeared, Taixuan died...

Taixuan was startled, his emotions were mixed.

Who could have imagined that he, a dignified True Lord of the Transformation Realm, would one day become a slave to a Golden Core cultivator...

Chen Mu breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. Although he had the help of the inherited soul flag, he was still unsure whether he could succeed.

Fortunately, Taixuan was not yet determined to die, so he was able to take advantage of the situation.

"Taixuan, let me ask you..."

Chen Mu's expression turned serious, and he asked in a cold voice, "You previously said that the demonic calamity was approaching. Is this true?"

Taixuan snorted coldly, and ignored him, lowering his head without saying a word.

Chen Mu's eyes turned cold, and he didn't tolerate him at all. With a thought, the soul imprint suddenly flickered.

"what!"

Taixuan suddenly screamed, his face was ferocious, his soul twisted desperately, and the chains he struggled against repeatedly hit the cliff wall, making a rattling sound.

"I think you don't understand the situation..."

The pain of the soul was worse than heart-wrenching pain. Even Taixuan, an old demon who had lived for thousands of years, could only hold on for half an hour.

"I said, I said..."

Chen Mu dispersed his thoughts and gave him time to breathe.

Taixuan was panting heavily, his body flickering with his breathing, and he was on the verge of collapse.

But even so, there was still resentment in his eyes.

But Chen Mu didn't care. With the soul imprint and the inherited soul flag in his hand, even if Taixuan overturned the sky, he couldn't do anything to him...

Obviously Taixuan also knew his own situation, so he could only lower his head and tell the truth.

"The demonic calamity is coming...it's real."

"I have been dormant in the Land of Origin for thousands of years. With the help of the Demon Cauldron, I can sense the undercurrents surging in another world. Countless extraterritorial demons are gathering there, waiting for the perfect opportunity to break through the world.

According to my calculations, within these five hundred years at most, the demonic calamity will once again sweep across the Taiyi Xuanling Realm!
And the scale of this time will definitely not be lower than that of ten thousand years ago. After all, I alone can sense the aura of no less than a dozen fifth-order demons.

By then, the entire Taiyi Xuanling Realm will be devastated, with no spiritual demon lineage left to inherit. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have decisively become a demon…”

He spoke slowly, and at the same time, he did not forget to tempt Chen Mu: "My friend, in my opinion, the magic path will flourish in the future. You might as well enter the magic path and practice as soon as possible. When the great catastrophe comes, you can also take advantage of the situation and create your own magic era!"

Chen Mu's heart was moved. He did not believe Taixuan easily, but he also knew that the real situation should be almost the same as what he said.

"But even if the demonic calamity is really about to come, the first ones to worry should be the Divine Transformation Masters of the Five Continents. It has little to do with me..."

Moreover, the five hundred years should be enough for him to reach the late Nascent Soul stage. After all, he has been practicing Taoism for only a hundred years at most.

"By then, even if I can't defeat the demonic invasion, I should be able to protect myself..."

Thinking of this, Chen Mu felt relieved and decided to put the matter aside for the time being...

(End of this chapter)