Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 706 Ignite the Blood Sea of ​​the Underworld

He was enveloped in a faint halo that constantly shifted between life and death.

The omnipresent soul-corroding winds and dissolving mystical light of the Bitter Sea seemed to be neutralized by some force when they touched this halo, and could not cause him any real harm.

He treads on waves of blood as if walking on flat ground, his white hair moving without wind, and his deep eyes scanning this world of death.

A satisfied smile appeared on his lips. He had been eyeing this Taiyin Mingqiu Dao Fruit for many years, waiting for the right person to appear. He had made many preparations for this, and now it had finally paid off.

"As expected, the new Divine Firmament True Lord of the Primordial Sect, you finally couldn't hold back and made this foolish move."

The voice of the White-Haired True Lord was gentle, yet like the hiss of a venomous snake, clearly piercing through the gray mist and reaching the ears of the Profound True Lord, as if echoing in the hearts of Wukong and Xu Yunfan.

Tongxuan Zhenjun glanced at the white-haired Zhenjun, his eyes showing a hint of wariness. With his broad vision, he could naturally tell what state this white-haired Zhenjun was in.

However, upon seeing the other party's appearance, Tongxuan Zhenjun couldn't help but feel uneasy.

There are only a dozen or so True Monarchs in the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm, and I know each of them by heart. But the white-haired True Monarch in front of me is a new face.

Could it be a Golden Core cultivator hiding in the shadows?

In the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm, there are 108 Heavenly and Earthly Fiend Dao Fruits. Although most of them are hidden by the Heavenly Dao and many of the fruit positions are taken by True Monarchs, it is inevitable that new cultivation methods will appear among them, pointing to the vacant fruit positions.

Such a being is definitely not a newly promoted True Monarch. It is highly likely that a former True Monarch severed ties with his past life, found a new position to attain the Golden Elixir, and that this must have been a long time ago, allowing for the right environment to support his attainment.

The White-Haired True Lord paid no attention to the gaze of the Profound True Lord and continued to sigh to himself.

"How many brilliant talents have been buried in this sea of ​​suffering of reincarnation? Today, we add the soul of another newly promoted True Lord, with an unclaimed Taiyin Fruit. How wonderful."

He did not rush to act, but instead watched calmly as the True Lord Tongxuan manipulated the sword threads to search frantically.

Tongxuan Zhenjun felt the gaze of Baifa Zhenjun and snorted coldly, but did not stop. The way of sword cultivators is to act decisively and kill. If one hesitates, how can one become a lineage?

His sword threads spread like a spider web, coldly sweeping across the black reef where Wukong was hiding.

However, the image of the True Spirit Returning to Nothingness simulated by Xuanjian was extremely perfect. In addition, Wukong himself restrained himself to the extreme and had the talent of being born with a stone embryo. The sword thread did not find any abnormal energy reaction on the reef and treated it as an inanimate object, passing by it in a flash.

However, as the sword threads swept further afield, they inevitably stirred up more chaotic true spirits, causing a silent, disorderly fluctuation.

A barely perceptible hint of mockery flashed in the eyes of the White-Haired True Lord, seemingly showing disdain for the crude methods employed by the Profound True Lord.

He did not use his divine sense to scan a wide area, as that would easily trigger unknown backlash in the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

It might attract some strange and ferocious beasts from the sea of ​​blood, which would be extremely troublesome.

He simply raised one hand slowly, his five fingers spread, his palm aimed at the area where the sword threads of the True Lord of Profound Mystery were stirring most violently.

In the palm of his hand, a tiny, ever-reversing illusory wheel of life and death slowly emerged.

"All spirits return to silence, O soul, come back!"

A low, eerie incantation resounded.

In an instant, the area was disturbed by the sword threads, and the already confused and fragile true spirits, as if summoned by their most primal instincts, suddenly froze.

Immediately afterwards, the last remaining traces of spiritual light on their bodies were forcibly extracted, turning into countless pale specks of light that, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, frantically surged toward the reversing roulette wheel in the white-haired True Lord's palm.

These points of light converged and quickly outlined and manifested in front of him.

Several blurry humanoid silhouettes composed of pure soul power and death energy were forcibly condensed.

They had no facial features, no consciousness, only the most basic directional presence, like manipulated puppets, their empty surfaces pointing in all directions to the white-haired True Lord's palm. One of the humanoid silhouettes was facing directly towards the black reef area where Wukong was hiding.

Although he could not pinpoint the exact location, the White-Haired True Lord instantly locked onto the approximate location by manipulating the instinctive repulsion and orientation of the deceased souls towards the aura of the living.

"Found you. You've only just entered the Golden Core stage, so you're bound to slip up eventually."

The white-haired True Lord revealed a cruel smile of absolute certainty, his gaze like lightning piercing through the gray mist as he stared intently at the rocky area.

The reversing roulette wheel in his palm shone brightly, and the several soul-powered humanoid figures emitted a silent shriek, suddenly transforming into several gray-white chains of vengeful spirits. They tore through the gray mist, accompanied by a mournful sound of air being pierced, and rushed straight towards Wukong's hiding place.

Wherever the chains passed, even the gray mist and blood waves were stained with a deeper layer of deathly desolation.

Tongxuan Zhenjun reacted instantly and shouted sharply.

"Xu Yunfan! Prepare to die!"

The hundreds of probing sword threads suddenly retracted, condensing in front of him into three solid, space-slicing giant ice blades.

The sword hummed, carrying the true essence of the Xuan Shu Sword Soul, capable of freezing the soul and breaking all laws. It struck first, even faster than the White-Haired True Lord's vengeful soul chains. Forming a triangular shape, it slashed fiercely at the reef with a chilling aura and a shrill whistling sound that tore through space.

A life-or-death crisis was imminent.

Wukong's golden pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

Facing two Golden Core True Monarchs, one of whom had severed his cultivation and entered the Sea of ​​Suffering, his sword intent remained.

The other is even more bizarre and unpredictable.

With their combined deadly attack, his body, possessing only peak Foundation Establishment level magic power and relying on the toughness of his stone embryo, had no way to avoid or block it.

"Are you just waiting to die? Get moving!"

Xu Yunfan's urgent voice exploded in Wukong's mind.

Almost simultaneously, Xu Yunfan, far away inside the main body of Shenxiao Mountain, saw a torrent of data flashing through his eyes.

The strong control characteristic on the attribute panel lit up slightly.

Xu Yunfan used this opportunity to directly transfer his own Divine Firmament power without any loss.

Within his dantian, the Divine Firmament Golden Core trembled violently, and ninety-nine illusory purple-gold thunder dragons roared as if about to burst forth.

An overwhelming and unstoppable divine thunderous intent, disregarding the barriers of space and the suppression of the laws of the Bitter Sea, instantly poured into Wukong's stone embryo clone through the powerful control channel connected to the origin.

"Roar!"

Wukong no longer concealed his form and unleashed an inhuman roar. This was not his intention; he did not even want to face the two Golden Core cultivators. Rather, it was a violent outburst driven by Xu Yunfan's will.

His stone body, bearing Xu Yunfan's face, was instantly enveloped in dazzling purple-gold lightning.

The Xuanjian burst forth with an unprecedented dark light, the Soul-Stabilizing Pearl spun wildly, and the Undying Golden Nature was forcibly activated to protect the core.

"Xu Yunfan!!"

Wukong roared inwardly, but under Xu Yunfan's forceful control, he no longer cared about being exposed. His stone body bones and muscles made a "crunching" sound as they could not bear the burden. His fists clenched tightly, and the magical power simulated by the Eight Scenery Clouds was instantly assimilated and ignited by the true meaning of the Divine Firmament.

(End of this chapter)