Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 703 Robbery
Such humiliation gnawed at his Dao heart day and night.

The Wancheng Sword Sect diligently cultivates sword intent and focuses on training the mind and spirit. Now that their mind and spirit are obstructed, how can they talk about making further progress?

Xu Yunfan has become his inner demon.

Not killing him would have already left a lingering regret.

Now, I can even sense that the other party's soul has left their body, daring to force their way into such a perilous place as the Sea of ​​Bitter Reincarnation.

"He hid in Shenxiao Mountain for thirty years, and now he's in this deadly place after leaving his body... Hmph, he's still too young, too eager to obtain the Taiyin Mingqiu Dao Fruit that comes with the sea of ​​suffering?"

Tongxuan Zhenjun's mind raced, and he instantly deduced Xu Yunfan's purpose.

His cold laughter echoed among the frigid peaks.

"Good, you've really dug your own grave. The Sea of ​​Bitter Reincarnation is the place where the dead return to their doom, and the living are forbidden from going there. Even if a True Monarch's soul enters, it's like walking on thin ice; the slightest mistake will lead to eternal damnation."

Xu Yunfan, since you dared to set foot here, don't blame me for sending you on your final journey!

How could he possibly miss such a golden opportunity?

After killing Xu Yunfan, his path will be smooth sailing.

He was well aware of the dangers of the cycle of suffering.

That was the final resting place for all living beings in the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm, where blood waves corroded bones, yin winds ravaged souls, and spacetime was distorted and displaced.

To have one's soul leave the body and enter into such a state is tantamount to severing one's own foundation, placing oneself in an unprecedentedly dangerous situation.

However, this place has a special advantage for the cultivators of the Wancheng Sword Sect.

The path of sword cultivators prioritizes willpower. With a soul and will as solid as iron and sword intent as the core, they are naturally more resilient than cultivators of other schools when resisting the omnipresent, soul-eroding Yin winds and deathly aura of the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

Moreover, the sword intent it unleashed was even more penetrating and sharp.

The battle of the mind is far more deadly than the battle of the body.

Once he had this thought, he no longer hesitated.

Sword cultivators seek clarity of mind. Xu Yunfan, this fiend, has been an obstacle in his heart for decades. The fact that his cultivation has not regressed now is a testament to his solid foundation.

He immediately stood up, walked out of the cave, and bowed slightly towards a certain place in the Wancheng Sword Sect.

"Slay the Fate Sword!"

Tongxuan Zhenjun let out a low shout, his divine sense like a sword, and he looked inward at himself.

In the distance, the Sword of Severing Fate, whose form was not visible but whose shadow was visible, emitted a faint wave.

In an instant, within the dantian cave, a Xuan Shu Sword Soul Golden Core, formed from an extremely cold will and a sharp edge capable of cutting through all things, suddenly shone brightly.

Without hesitation, he drew upon a wisp of the original sword spirit's true meaning, stirring up the ripples from the Sword of Severing Fate, transforming it into an invisible and intangible sword intent that exuded the aura of severing all cause and effect and destiny.

Then, he ruthlessly slashed at his own illusory soul.

"laugh!"

A sharp sound that could only be perceived by the soul.

The moment the Sword of Severing Fate fell, True Monarch Tongxuan let out a muffled groan. His originally solidified Golden Core soul dimmed by three points, and his aura suddenly plummeted.

This is the secret technique created by the Wancheng Sword Sect for entering the cycle of suffering.

He cut himself with a sword.

At the cost of sacrificing some of its essence, it severs the overly strong causal ties between itself and the mortal world, greatly weakens its own presence and the aura of the living, and cloaks its soul in a veil of the dead, thereby avoiding the most severe backlash from the Sea of ​​Suffering on powerful living souls.

Only in this way can a soul at the Golden Core True Monarch level possibly enter the Realm of the Dead relatively safely.

The price is devastating; no one would willingly take such a risky step without deep-seated hatred or an extraordinary stroke of luck. Only a Golden Core True Monarch could withstand it; if anyone else were to be struck by the Sword of Severing Fate, they would likely be reincarnated three times on the spot as pigs or dogs.

As the light of the Sword of Severing Fate dissipated, the aura of the True Monarch of Profound Realm dropped to the critical point of nearing the completion of the Foundation Establishment stage, but the true meaning of the Sword Soul of the Pivot at its core became even more condensed and pure, like cold iron that had been forged a thousand times.

The inner golden core's magical power settled down like a pool of ice.

Without the slightest hesitation, his soul, disguised by the Sword of Severing Fate, suddenly left his body, transforming into a stream of icy sword spirit light that was condensed to the extreme and almost blended into the dark background. Following the faint fluctuation left by Xu Yunfan, it fiercely pierced into the void, its target the Sea of ​​Bitter Reincarnation.

The Wancheng Sword Sect, atop Chunyang Peak.

The sea of ​​clouds surged, and the sword intent shone brightly like the sun in the sky.

On the cloud platform atop the peak, Lü Chunyang, dressed in a simple blue robe, casually placed a white chess piece on the empty chessboard.

He was in charge of the Wancheng Sword Sect and was a top expert in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm. His pure Yang sword intent penetrated the entire Southern Continent, and the flow of energy inside and outside the sect could not escape his sword-like sharp perception.

The moment Tongxuan Zhenjun activated the Zhanyuan Sword to sever his own origin and his soul left his body to rush straight into the sea of ​​suffering in reincarnation, it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, clearly reflected in Lü Chunyang's perception.

His fingers, which were holding the chess pieces, paused slightly. His eyes, as deep as the starry sea, lifted, and his gaze seemed to pierce through layers of space, landing on the sword spirit that had vanished into the void at the top of Tianji Peak.

Lu Chunyang's face remained completely expressionless, as still as a deep well.

He had long been fully aware of the actions of Tongxuan Zhenjun, a direct descendant of the Wancheng Sword Sect.

The other party's hatred for Xu Yunfan stemmed from the failure of the interception in the Boundary Sea, which caused them to lose face. At a deeper level, it was their rejection and fear of Xu Yunfan, who came from the Yuanshi Sect, yet shared the same realm and sect with them.

Tongxuan and the others have always regarded them, as outsiders, as a thorn in their side.

His rise to the position of sect leader was merely a product of the prevailing circumstances.

He withdrew his gaze, his eyes returning to the chessboard, as if he had merely startled a bothersome fly. He murmured indifferently, his voice so soft that only he could hear it.

"He's really courting death."

What a perilous place the sea of ​​suffering in the cycle of reincarnation is!
Xu Yunfan dared to enter with his soul, so he must have something to rely on and a backup plan; how could he be completely unprepared?

Even with his slight advantage in sword soul condensation, Tongxuan will not escape being used as a pawn or even a sacrifice.

Once a sword cultivator's mind is clouded by the aura of calamity, even their Golden Core will perish.

Lü Chunyang was fully aware of this, but he did not try to stop him in the slightest.

He was happy to see the infighting within the Wancheng Sword Sect.

The more direct True Lords like Tongxuan and Tianguang, who regarded him as a peasant, died, the more he could truly control this sharp sword called Wancheng.
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An unknown and dark place in the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm.

This place is neither mountain nor water; the space is distorted and uncertain, as if it were independent of the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm, or like a dark fold attached to it.

The shadows, so dense they were almost tangible, flowed through the place, swallowing all light and perception.

A middle-aged cultivator, dressed in a magnificent purple-gold Taoist robe, with a handsome face but an eerie, pale complexion, sat quietly in the heart of the shadows.

His aura was extremely obscure, like a stubborn rock blending into the darkness. If it weren't for the faint pressure of the Golden Core, it would be almost impossible to detect his existence.

Suddenly, his deep eyes, which seemed to be able to suck in souls, snapped open.

Two eerie lights shone in the darkness, carrying with them an uncontrollable ecstasy and greed.

"His soul left his body and entered the sea of ​​suffering in the cycle of reincarnation... It was him, Xu Yunfan!"

The White-Haired True Lord's voice was deep and hoarse, yet it couldn't hide his joy.

He had waited for this moment for far too long, almost believing that he could only be reincarnated again. If he could not advance to the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm in this life, he would probably not be able to ascend to the Golden Core realm in the next life.

(End of this chapter)