Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 705 The Sea of ​​Reincarnation
Pudu Zhenjun's sigh was not concealed; any Zhenjun within the Yuanshi Sect's territory could hear it clearly.

"Composure? Ha... How can you snatch chestnuts from the fire without burning your boats?"

"Who is the mouse and who is the cat? In the cycle of suffering, the truth will be revealed."

After glancing at the already activated Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array without any problems, Xu Yunfan closed his eyes again and focused all his attention on the connection with the origin of his clone, Wukong.

The attribute panel silently unfolded deep within his consciousness. As his Dharma form circulated, the right-hand side of the "Lin" form took the lead, summarizing all information and transforming it into a cold torrent of data. It began to rapidly analyze and deduce every bit of environmental information fluctuation that his clone Wukong had fed back from the Sea of ​​Bitterness, and...

Those powerful auras that were rapidly approaching.

After all, with the attribute panel at his disposal, he could forcibly take over the clone Wukong at any time and then unleash his own supernatural powers without any hindrance.
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The cycle of suffering continues.

The world here seems to have lost all its vibrant colors, leaving only a deathly gray.

The thick fog churned and rolled, like solidified dust pressing down on Wukong's heart.

Wukong scanned the mist with his fiery eyes and realized that it was formed from the lingering thoughts, unfulfilled obsessions, and pure death aura of countless true spirits before they dissipated. Inhaling it brought a bone-chilling cold and a suffocating feeling on the soul level.

Beneath our feet lay seawater, thick as blood, churning silently and emitting a strong, fishy smell.

The occasional gusts of cold wind carried an eerie power that was both soul-consuming and deadly. Even with the dark golden light emanating from the Soul-Protecting Mirror protecting him, Wukong could still feel a slight unease.

He was not a Golden Core True Monarch after all, and could not roam freely in this place.

What appeared before him were countless indistinct true spirits, their forms blurred and only a trace of instinctive light remaining. Like puppets pulled by invisible threads, they floated aimlessly between the gray mist and blood waves, forming silent and desperate rivers that flowed towards the enormous, towering rift deep within the sea of ​​suffering.

It flowed slowly toward the Gate of Reincarnation.

The true spirits here are no different from mortals and cultivators.

Wukong's golden pupils pierced through the layers of gray mist, reaching the end of his vision.

A colossal city, its grandeur defying description yet shrouded in gloom, lay there silently, like an ancient beast lurking at the edge of an abyss of death.

The city walls soared into the gray sky, constructed from strange, massive stones that shimmered with a dark metallic luster.

"The Underworld?!"

Wukong was shocked. He had traveled eastward with Sanzang for many years in the Eastern Wilderness and had naturally studied countless Buddhist scriptures, which naturally mentioned the sea of ​​suffering of reincarnation and the underworld.

But seeing it with my own eyes, I realized just how magnificent that colossal city, which was even larger than the stars, truly was.

That is the underworld, the final resting place of the dead, and the nexus of reincarnation.

At the city gate, a long line of chaotic true spirits could be vaguely seen, numbly surging into the enormous shadow that devoured everything, driven by some invisible rule.

Just as Wukong was about to unleash his magic and brave the soul-corroding power of the Yin wind to sneak into the Underworld, a slightly urgent voice rang out directly in the deepest part of his consciousness, like a thunderclap.

"Stop! Quickly find a place to hide. Something is following us."

Wukong's stone bones and muscles suddenly tightened, and if it weren't for the nature of stone, he would have jumped up in fright.

He forcibly suppressed his instincts, concealing his aura to the extreme. Without the slightest hesitation, he darted to the side, using the shadow of a massive black reef formed from solidified resentment to hide himself. His molten gold pupils scanned the path from which the gray mist churned with suspicion.

"Xu Yunfan?!"

Wukong was shaken to his core, filled with disbelief and horror. "You... how could you communicate with me here?! This place is isolated from all realms, and under the laws of reincarnation, even the divine sense of a True Monarch cannot penetrate it! Your true form is on Mount Shenxiao, how did you manage to do this?!"

That voice naturally belonged to Xu Yunfan, and he certainly wouldn't explain it to Wukong.

"Enough with the noise! ​​Since you are the avatar of my Cloud Book, and your true spirit originates from me, how could the mere laws of the Bitter Sea completely sever our connection, even if we are separated by countless worlds and seas? Concentrate on hiding and concealing your golden radiance, here you come!"

Wukong's heart was in turmoil.

Those who are well-versed in many scriptures naturally know the terror and isolation of the cycle of suffering. Xu Yunfan's ability to transmit his voice across realms so easily cannot be explained by a simple cloud-book incarnation technique.

The chill in his heart intensified.

Xu Yunfan's true intentions are far more unfathomable than what he has revealed.

Wukong dared not think any further. He activated the Xuanjian with all his might, locking away the life force of his stone embryo and the fluctuations of his indestructible golden nature. His whole being was as if he had truly transformed into a lifeless, stubborn rock.

Almost the instant he completed his concealment, two distinct yet destructive waves tore through the viscous gray mist and descended upon the edge of this deathly, blood-red wave.

The first ray of light was truly the epitome of refinement.

It was a light formed purely from a cold will and a sharp edge that could cut through everything.

The moment it appeared, the swirling gray mist around it was as if it had been cleaved open by an invisible blade, and a deep, straight ravine, which could not be healed for a long time, was plowed into the surface of the viscous blood waves.

At the edge of the ravine, a hissing sound emanated, as the aura of death was forcibly annihilated by the ultimate sword intent.

Amidst the radiance, a blurry human figure could be vaguely seen, its aura sharp enough to pierce the soul—it was none other than the Heavenly Pivot Sword Soul True Lord of the Myriad Chariots Sword Sect!

"Xu Yunfan!"

The cold voice of the True Lord of Profound Mystery echoed in the dead silence of the Bitter Sea, carrying a deep-seated hatred and a chilling killing intent, stirring up the surrounding deathly aura and forming a small vortex.

"The humiliation of the Boundary Sea, the enmity of the Grotto Heaven, I will settle them all with you today in this land of the dead. No matter how cunning you are, once your soul leaves your body and enters this perilous place, you are courting death! I want to see where you can escape to!"

He clearly mistook the aura emanating from Wukong, which Xuanjian had simulated as Xu Yunfan's soul fluctuations, for his target.

Before the words were finished, the condensed sword spirit suddenly trembled, splitting into hundreds of fine, almost invisible sword threads, like living venomous snakes, instantly disappearing into the blood waves and gray mist, rapidly darting and probing in all directions.

Where the sword threads passed, the space emitted a faint, yet teeth-grinding tearing sound.

This is precisely the advantage of Wancheng Sword Sect cultivators in the Sea of ​​Bitterness: their divine soul and will are condensed into a sword, which can temporarily resist the soul-corroding yin wind, and can also use the sword soul to transform into threads for large-scale and relatively precise exploration and tracking.

Not to mention a Golden Core True Monarch, who can act with impunity simply by relying on his own sword intent.

The second aura that followed sent an even deeper chill through both the hidden Wukong and Xu Yunfan, who was far away on Shenxiao Mountain.

It lacks earth-shattering power, yet it carries a chilling, eerie fusion of life and death.

A figure appeared out of thin air; it was not a phantom of a spirit, but a real body of flesh and blood.

This was a middle-aged man dressed in a magnificent purple-gold Taoist robe, with a handsome face but an eerie pale complexion.

(End of this chapter)