Immortals of the End Times

A three-pronged offensive was launched simultaneously.

The moment the Frost Flying Sword pierced Yang Xiong's heart, it produced a clang, a sound like metal clashing.

Suddenly, a protective mirror hidden inside Yang Xiong's robes emitted a burst of spiritual light, its surface cracking, yet it managed to withstand the fatal blow.

"break!"

With a sharp cry, Hua Qingshuang shouted, and the Moonlight Dharma Robe fluttered without wind.

Her slender fingers moved like swords, and her spiritual power at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm surged like a river bursting its banks. The Moonlight Sword Qi solidified into a tangible substance, bursting forth with a dazzling cold light at the crack in the Heart-Protecting Mirror.

"Sizzle!"
The mirror shattered instantly, and the remaining force of the sword energy tore a three-inch gash in Yang Xiong's chest, ripping open his heart.

"Ugh!"

Yang Xiong awoke with a start from the pain, and as soon as his cloudy eyes cleared, Xinghe Daoist's Three Lights Sword fell to the ground like a meteor.

The first sword strike severed flesh; the gray-white sword light pierced through the body, instantly penetrating the back of the heart, the flesh and blood as white as snow meeting the blazing sun.

The left scapula shattered with a "crack," and the entire left arm, like a stone sculpture weathered for thousands of years, peeled away inch by inch into dust!

The second sword strike severed Yang Xiong's divine consciousness, causing a violent tremor in his Purple Mansion Sea of ​​Consciousness.

The three core divine senses were struck as if by lightning, and their divine sense power was instantly reduced by 30% as if boiling water had been poured over snow.

The nascent soul figure had a distorted face, and pale golden primordial spirit essence blood spurted from its seven orifices, while the protective spiritual light around its body flickered uncertainly.

The third sword strike severed his soul. Yang Xiong looked up to the sky and howled in agony. His soul felt as if it had been torn apart by a thousand knives, and his three souls and seven spirits even showed signs of leaving his body!
"Boom!!"

Wang Zheng's short halberd, imbued with the weight of a mountain, crashed down. Before the blade even reached Yang Xiong, the violent force had already caused Yang Xiong's forehead to cave in.

The Nascent Soul Dao Body ultimately could not withstand the blow of skull opening. The top of the skull cracked open with a spiderweb-like bloodstain, and the Nascent Soul essence blood gushed out from the seven orifices!

"You...how dare you hurt me to death!!"

Yang Xiong's face suddenly twisted, and pale golden nascent soul essence blood spurted from his seven orifices, making his entire face look as ferocious and terrifying as a demon from the deepest hell.

Beneath the tattered robes, a blinding white light suddenly burst forth, as if a blazing sun had exploded from the dantian!

"boom!!"

Within his dantian, the three-inch nascent soul glared angrily and spewed out a stream of blazing white true fire.

The moment this fire was unleashed, the void trembled, and the air within a hundred feet radius twisted and boiled like boiling water, instantly melting the sand and gravel on the ground into glass.

Hua Qingshuang's Frost Flying Sword hissed.

The blade softened and bent like wax, and the spiritual patterns on the sword body crumbled inch by inch!
"retreat!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils shrank suddenly, his consciousness exploded like thunder, and he used his voice to protect Hua Qingshuang and retreat quickly.

Wang Zheng reacted extremely quickly, his magic weapon, the short halberd, flew back to block in front of him, his burly body protecting Hua Qingshuang like an iron tower.

However.
"Hey!"

The aftershocks of the true fire swept like the tail of an angry dragon, instantly melting and exploding the short halberd. Wang Zheng's arms were charred black in an instant, and his protective aura was torn apart like paper.

Hua Qingshuang groaned, several scorch marks appearing on her snow-white skin, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

"Roar!!"

Wang Zheng's eyes were wide open in anger, his muscles bulging all over his body, and he withstood the burning flames without retreating an inch.

The blazing white flames, like a festering sore, spread along his arms, his flesh sizzling and hissing, and black smoke rising from the ashes.

"Give me—the town!!"

Zhao Wuji had been preparing for this moment for a long time, and suddenly clasped his hands together.

The Soul-Devouring Wind Pearl and the Bone-Corroding Yin Rain Needle spun wildly in his palm, the two completely different evil energies merging like yin and yang fish.

The sky suddenly darkened!

The Eastern Heavenly Soul-Devouring Gale transformed into a hundred-foot-long black dragon, with ghostly blue rain needles hanging like an inverted Milky Way between its scales.

The thunderous spear in the western sky unleashed a bolt of purple lightning from the heavens, and lightning snakes wove into a net amidst the bewitching clouds and mist.

In the north and south, the golden glow of the Prayer for Clear Skies and the Light-Generating Spell descended like a curtain from the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield in every detail.

"The Four Symbols Return to One!"

Zhao Wuji's arms seemed to embrace the universe, and the spiritual energy within the two large celestial chambers in his sleeves surged wildly, supporting him in casting spells simultaneously.

The four great forces of heaven and earth collided with a deafening roar.

Whoosh!!
In the pitch-black storm, Yang Xiong's mangled body was torn and stretched like rags, lightning struck him until his charred bones were exposed, and bone-corroding rain needles pierced his meridians and exploded into thousands of ice crystals, emitting a shrill scream.

At the last moment, just as his nascent soul was about to escape, the dazzling golden light descended like a heavenly blade.
"boom!!!"

Amidst the blinding aurora, Yang Xiong's body shattered like glass, every splattered piece of flesh and blood being pulverized by the wind and thunder.

"Light Explosion!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes blazed like two great suns, and his clear shout was like a thunderclap.

In an instant, with the activation of the Prayer for Sunshine and the Light-Generating Technique, blazing white flames descended like divine punishment.

The blazing sun fell from the heavens, its dazzling golden rays illuminating the entire valley in every detail.

"Ahhh!!"

Yang Xiong screamed in agony as his mangled body crumbled inch by inch in the light, his flesh as white as wax in the blazing sun, and his bones crumbling like sand.

Only the thick right arm, which had fallen to the ground, still emitted faint golden demonic patterns, as ferocious and unyielding as a severed limb of a demon god.

The grass, trees, sand, and stones on the ground all vaporized, turning the surrounding area into scorched earth.

The void twisted like boiling water, and even the air was scorched, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

"what!!"

Yang Xiong's nascent soul let out a shrill scream, its phantom melting away like snow in the brilliant sunlight. Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the surface of its three-inch body, and its primordial spirit and essence steamed like golden mist.

In the end, only a wisp of smoke remained, fleeing in panic, like a stray dog ​​trying to escape into the void.

"Exorcise the Gods!!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with golden light. He flew close, his two fingers joined together like a sword, and suddenly pointed out.

"Om!!"

The spirit runes of the exorcism technique, like thousands of golden chains, stretched across the sky, instantly weaving into a net that tightly bound the wisp of fleeing green smoke.

The chains are covered with ancient seal script, each rune seemingly whispering the words of a deity, suppressing all evil spirits.

"You brat! How dare you bully me like this?! Then let's die together!"

Yang Xiong's nascent soul let out a heart-wrenching roar, and the power of his primordial spirit surged back like a raging sea, causing the void to distort and tremble.

Dark cracks spread like a spider web, as if the entire world was about to be torn apart by this violent force!
The wisp of green smoke suddenly expanded, transforming into a ferocious giant arm. Its fist, like a demon god descending to earth, carried a world-destroying power and fiercely shook the golden chains.

"boom!!"

The moment the fist collided with the chain, a blinding golden light exploded in the void.

"One sword, ten thousand techniques, shatter!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light, and the five core divine senses within his sea of ​​consciousness burned like five great suns at the same time!

"Om!!"

Five dazzling divine lights shot out from between his brows, intertwining in the void to form a magnificent celestial sword, which burst forth from the Heavenly Dao's single eye!

The sword's body resembles an inverted Milky Way, its blade like the judgment of Heaven.

With the supreme sword intent that could annihilate all laws, it fiercely slashed at the giant arm of the primordial spirit!
"Crack!!"

Where the sword light passed, the void cracked like a mirror.

That colossal arm of the primordial spirit, capable of destroying heaven and earth, was actually cleaved open by a single sword strike. The scattered power of the primordial spirit melted away inch by inch in the dazzling sword light, like snow meeting the blazing sun.

The shockwave was like an angry dragon rolling, shredding all the spiritual energy within a radius of a hundred feet!
"Crack!"

Within Zhao Wuji's sea of ​​consciousness, the five core divine senses simultaneously shattered, the sound of breaking glass clearly audible.

The excruciating pain felt like being pierced by a thousand needles, causing a trickle of blood to spill from his seven orifices, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

"impossible!!"

Yang Xiong's nascent soul let out a shrill scream, and suddenly expanded and cracked, with terrifying, luminous cracks appearing on its surface.

Each crack was as fiery as lava, radiating a terrifying aura of destruction!
Nascent Soul self-destructs!

The fact that the head of the Yang family was so resolute shows that he had been driven to the brink of despair and was willing to risk his soul to take Zhao Wuji down with him!

However, Zhao Wuji's black hair flew wildly, his eyes were as bright as swords, and he stared at his opponent. Instead of retreating, he suddenly clenched his fist!
"town!!"

"Boom!!"

The spirit patterns of the exorcism technique surged again, like thousands of golden snakes strangling and constricting, layer upon layer of golden chains intertwining into a net that forcefully suppressed the explosive primordial spirit power!
Before the terrifying shockwaves from the Nascent Soul's self-destruction could spread, the spirit runes of the Exorcism Technique tightened abruptly like divine chains of punishment.

The violent power, capable of destroying an area of ​​a thousand feet in radius, was forcibly suppressed into a twisted golden light!

"Ahhhhh!!"

Yang Xiong's remnant soul twisted and deformed in the golden light, looking like a madman. Cracks on the surface of his infant body splattered dazzling golden blood as he roared in a hoarse voice: "Even if my soul is scattered, I will drag you down with me!!"

"seal up!"

Zhao Wuji roared like thunder, veins bulging on his forehead. The five core divine senses within his sea of ​​consciousness were struck by a heavy hammer under the impact of the opponent's frantically struggling primordial spirit, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on them!
"puff!"

Behind her, Hua Qingshuang let out a muffled groan, her Moonlight Dharma Robe stained with specks of scarlet, and her usually cold face turned deathly pale.

Wang Zheng was bleeding from all seven orifices. His burly body was charred and cracked by the blazing white true fire. He crashed to the ground like an iron tower, creating a deep crater!
Xinghe Daoist let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground, nearly fainting.

"go!!"

Zhao Wuji dared not relax for a moment and suddenly waved his sleeve.

The first celestial space within the sleeve suddenly opened up!

"Om!!"

A vast swarm of dragon-scale Gu worms poured out like a black tide. Their armor was cold and menacing, and their ferocious mandibles rang out with a metallic clang as they frantically devoured the dissipated primordial spirit power.

"Roar!!"

Yang Xiong's primordial spirit thrashed about inside the insect's belly.

The hideous face formed by condensed green smoke protruded and deformed on the surface of the Gu worm, stretching the worm's body into a terrifying humanoid outline.

The Gu worm's carapace cracked with a "crackling" sound, yet the spirit patterns of the exorcism technique tightened layer by layer like chains.

"Condensation!!"

Zhao Wuji quickly made hand seals and used his pill-making technique to roll the insect into a ball.

In the blink of an eye, the numerous Gu worms were kneaded into a dark gold worm pill the size of a longan!

"seal up!!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with golden light.

As he made hand seals, the array formation runes surged forth, transforming into sixty-four golden array patterns that enveloped the insect pill layer by layer like a net.

Each array pattern seemed to writhe like a living creature, coiling like a dragon, outlining a complex three-dimensional restriction in the void.

"Soul Suppressing! Spirit Locking! Soul Stabilizing!"

Three loud shouts rang out from Zhao Wuji's mouth, as loud as thunder!

The golden chains of the exorcism technique shot out from between his brows, piercing through the insect pill and imprinting three primordial spirit marks within its body. Zhao Wuji's face paled, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood essence.

The blood mist condensed into twelve blood-red talismans in the air, and with a flick of his sword finger as he made a hand seal, they rained down on the insect core like a storm!

"Om!!"

The worm pill trembled violently, and dense tadpole-like runes suddenly lit up on the inner side of the pill wall, completely sealing the nascent soul. It was clearly a spirit-suppressing technique condensed from talisman water.

"Phew!! Finally solved."

As Zhao Wuji landed, his sea of ​​consciousness still felt like it was being pierced by a thousand needles.

Looking up, the valley within a ten-mile radius had been reduced to scorched earth.
The rock face was covered with black cracks from lightning, the ground was corroded by the bitter rain into honeycomb-like pits, and even the air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell.

The remains of the towering bell lay askew in the ground, its body covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

This Nascent Soul True Monarch is truly terrifyingly powerful!

Even though Yang Xiong was seriously injured, he laid out a net of heaven and earth, summoned the four treasures of the array eye, and had the help of the three Golden Core cultivators, Xinghe Daoren, Hua Qingshuang, and Wang Zheng, yet he could only destroy Yang Xiong's physical body and suppress his nascent soul.

If it were a Nascent Soul True Monarch at his peak...
Zhao Wuji's gaze darkened slightly, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

With his current cultivation at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, even if he uses all his methods, he can probably only protect himself and escape; there is absolutely no possibility of him killing someone on his own!

Of course, this was also because Xiang Yu's true head was restrained by Xiang Yu's right arm and could not be used.

Otherwise, the situation might be much better.

But the same applies.

If Yang Xiong were to use Xiang Yu's right arm as well, his combat power would definitely surpass that of ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, and even late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators would have to be wary and retreat.

"Hey!"

Not far away, Wang Zheng's burly body was still burning, the blazing white flames like a bone-deep affliction, scorching his flesh with a "sizzling" sound.

Zhao Wuji immediately made a hand seal and effortlessly performed a rain-praying spell!

"Wow!!"

The rain of spiritual energy poured down like a celestial river, each drop shimmering with a deep blue light. The moment it touched the true fire, it hissed and crackled.

Water and fire clashed, and white mist rose up!
In an instant, the flames on Wang Zheng's body were extinguished, revealing his charred and cracked skin.

"Fortunately, Wang Zheng was protected by Xiang Yu's true blood, otherwise he would be doomed by now."

Zhao Wuji's ten fingers flew, and the medical magic runes moved like green snakes, drilling into Wang Zheng's seven orifices.

The charred skin peels off, new flesh grows, and the broken veins are reconnected like spring vines, restoring everything to its original state in the blink of an eye!
"Peak Master, Fellow Daoist Xinghe, do not move!"

He waved his sleeves.

More than a dozen Nourishing Spirit Pills, which had been refined over the years, flew through the air and landed precisely in the mouths of Hua Qingshuang and Xinghe Daoist.

At the same time, he made a hand seal, and a waterfall of blue light from his medical technique enveloped the two of them.

The bloodstains on Hua Qingshuang Yuehua's robe quickly faded, and Xinghe Daoren's pale face gradually regained its color.

Zhao Wuji flipped his palm and took out a bottle of spiritual liquid, then tilted his head back and drank it all.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the cracks in the five core divine senses were slowly mended under the nourishment of the medicinal power.

He then made a hand seal and, through the Dream Marriage Technique, connected with Yang Su's consciousness, clearly sensing the situation on the Wang family's side.

Yang Su was still holding off Yang Peng, the Golden Core Elder of the Yang family, preventing him from rushing to their aid.

The Yang family's experts at the late-stage or even perfect Nascent Soul realm, though they had arrived nearby, were already scattered hundreds of miles away like frightened birds, trembling with fear and not daring to approach the battlefield.

"A bunch of cowardly rats! Do they even deserve to have Xiang Yu's right arm?"

His gaze turned cold, and he no longer paid attention to these people.

With a flick of his palm and a hand seal, twenty-eight family heirloom golden needles suddenly flew out from his sleeve!
"Circulate the spiritual energy, puncture acupoints to restore vitality!"

Golden needles rained down, instantly filling all the major acupoints on the body. As the needles trembled, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged into the body like rivers flowing into the sea.

"Peak Master!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Wuji released a gentle spiritual force, like a spring breeze caressing willows, that softly lifted Hua Qingshuang's swaying body.

The blood-stained hem of Yuehua's robe fluttered amidst the surging spiritual energy. Hua Qingshuang slightly raised her pale, paper-like face, a hint of relaxation flashing in her cold eyes.

"Wuji, we succeeded."

"Hmm, Peak Master, please don't speak yet!"

With a flick of his finger, Zhao Wuji unleashed more than ten golden rays that pierced through the air and precisely struck Hua Qingshuang's vital acupoints.

"Om!!"

The moment the needle array was formed, the spiritual light around the two of them surged, their injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their depleted spiritual power was also rapidly restored!
Xinghe Daoist, who was not far away, had just recovered from his dizziness and looked at Zhao Wuji with a mournful voice.

"Fellow Daoist Tiannan, Fellow Daoist Tiannan, please give me an acupuncture treatment quickly! I'm dizzy. This injury is too severe; the losses have been too great."

Zhao Wuji said calmly, "It's good that you're not dead. Who was it that was cowering and trembling with fear before? Are you satisfied with the result now?"

"Satisfied? Satisfied my ass!"

Xinghe Daoren cursed inwardly, but forced a smile that was more like a grimace. "I have already completed one of the three things I promised you, fellow Daoist. There are still two left. If you keep pushing me like this, I would rather give up. These old bones of mine are about to be beaten to death."

"Understood! You'll definitely get your share of the profits afterward, and you can use this fifth-level spiritual vein of the Yang family for cultivation!"

Zhao Wuji said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Daoist Xinghe's dim eyes suddenly lit up, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey. "Really?!"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

As Zhao Wuji spoke, he noticed a wisp of black energy suddenly appear between Yang Xiong's brows, which was the residual poison of Yang Xiong's Nascent Soul True Fire!

"Exorcism!"

He made a hand seal with his fingers together and suddenly pointed it out.

The exorcism technique, with its golden patterns like chains, instantly shredded the wisp of black energy!

"Ugh!" Xinghe Daoist's body trembled, and a trace of black blood spilled from his mouth, but his aura suddenly became smooth.

After finishing his treatment, Zhao Wuji's gaze swept across the battlefield.

With a swift movement, Yang Xiong's intact right arm flew through the air and landed in his palm.

"Crack!"

With his five fingers folded together, his right arm was taken into the First Heavenly Space and suppressed and sealed.

"go!"

He flipped his hand and took out a brand new black robe, which he put on. The dark patterns on the cuffs resembled dragons and snakes, concealing his aura.

Then, a pitch-black mask was placed over his face, revealing only a pair of cold, heavy pupils with a piercing, captivating gaze.

Hua Qingshuang, Wang Zheng, and the others had all recovered to about 60-70% of their original strength, and they all stood up.

The group transformed into a dark streak of light and headed straight for the Yang family's ancestral land.

With Yang Xiong eliminated, Yang Peng and the other elders of the Yang family, including those at the Golden Core and Condensation Realm, were like fish on a chopping board in his eyes, easily destroyed with a flick of his wrist!
However, the cleanup must be done carefully, leaving no trace of his actions as the number one swordsman of the Qilin Sword Sect.

Even though Yang Xiong secretly colluded with demons, he was still the dominant force in Nan Chu Prefecture and had other allies.

It's one thing for the Wang family to be wiped out by the Qilin Sword Sect, but what if the Yang family is added to the list?

With other forces feeling insecure, they will inevitably condemn and attack the Qilin Sword Sect as well.

His first sword strike will make him the target of everyone's criticism!
But if the Wang family were to take action...

The struggle for Xiang Yu's body was simply a result of long-standing feuds and a conflict of interests between the two families, which was perfectly normal.

There was no trace of the Qilin Sword Sect's involvement. Even if rumors spread throughout the world, as long as there was no concrete evidence, nothing could be done!

And this, with his dream-marriage technique, could be easily accomplished.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye, but the aftershocks of that earth-shattering battle in the Yang family's ancestral land swept across several continents like a hurricane!
Within the territory of Nan Chu Prefecture, the scorched earth still remained a thousand miles away, and the air seemed to still be filled with the lingering aura of thunder, attracting some cultivators to watch and marvel.

"Even though Yang Xiong, the patriarch of the Yang family, personally intervened, he seems to have been severely injured by that mysterious expert!"

"When did the Wang family recruit such a ruthless person? He can actually suppress a Nascent Soul True Monarch!"

In the markets and teahouses of various places, the cultivators whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with shock and suspicion.

Even more shocking is...
After the war, Yang Xiong secluded himself and left all clan affairs to his eldest son, Yang Su, with Yang Peng assisting him.

The Yang family's attitude towards the Wang family took a sharp turn for the worse!

Not only did they stop all suppression, but they also transferred three rare mineral veins and seven medicinal herb gardens at low prices, a move that was astonishingly humble.

"This isn't a concession; it's more like... bowing down!"

Immortal Martial Sect.

Inside a secluded cave, the patriarch of the Immortal Martial Sect, a burly old man in black robes, crushed a communication jade slip, his eyes filled with doubt and surprise.

If that mysterious expert could force Yang Xiong to submit, how terrifying must he be?
"It seems there's only one powerful figure behind the Wang family: the number one swordsman of the Qilin Sword Sect?"

Some people speculated, but immediately shook their heads in denial.

Even if someone is strong in the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm, how could they possibly suppress a Nascent Soul cultivator?

That's absolutely ridiculous.

impossible! Absolutely impossible! !

Until, a demonic figure who had been lurking around the Wang family in recent years and was supposed to be dead appeared.
A name that had been sealed away for four hundred years suddenly became famous!
"Daoist Xinghe! It's that old monster from the Xuantian Sect! The last sect master of the Xuantian Sect, this person actually possessed the body of the Thirteen Demon Princes and was reborn?"

Various forces frantically searched through ancient books and finally pieced together the truth:

"This old monster possessed the body of the thirteen demon sons and was reborn, yet he still retains the methods of a Nascent Soul cultivator."

"If this old monster can survive the calamity of the end of Dharma, no wonder he can make Yang Xiong bow his head!"

For a time, undercurrents surged throughout the land.

Those forces that had grudges against the Xuantian Sect reinforced the mountain-protecting formation overnight.

"This time, Fellow Daoist Xinghe has once again taken the blame for me."

Deep within the spiritual vein cave of the Tiannan Secret Realm, Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, shaking his head and chuckling, "Back when I was in the Condensation Realm, I troubled Fellow Daoist Xinghe to take the blame, and now that I've reached the Golden Core Realm, I still have to trouble this fellow Daoist."

Zhao Wuji exhaled a long breath, spread his five fingers, and a nascent soul sealed by a Gu core covered with runes suddenly appeared in his palm.

Inside the Gu core, Yang Xiong's nascent soul glowed with a dim purple light, its surface covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

He looked up at the magnificent demonic tree opposite him.

The tree trunk, resembling a dragon, was as black as ink, its branches and leaves blocking out the sky and the sun. Each leaf was covered with mysterious and demonic patterns, radiating a terrifying pressure comparable to that of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator.

"interesting."

Golden light swirled in Zhao Wuji's eyes, and the Yin Pearl and Yang Pearl within his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled slightly.

In the past few days, when he tried to use the exorcism technique to separate the consciousness from Yang Xiong's nascent soul, he unexpectedly triggered the other two sets of tadpole-like characters that were dormant within the Yin-Yang Pearl.

The mysterious runes within the fourth Yin-Yang Bead were now seventy percent brighter, suddenly revealing two sets of ancient seal script with fluctuating brightness.

"Soul Chaser" and "Soul Capture"!
The emergence of these two major Earthly Fiend Techniques was clearly due to the research and development of the Spirit Exorcism Technique.

This caused a crazy idea to explode like a thunderclap and grow wildly in his mind!
Zhao Wuji suddenly raised his head, looking at the magnificent demonic tree, then glancing at the struggling nascent soul in his palm.
"Perhaps we can give it a try. If it fails, this nascent soul will simply serve as fertilizer to nourish the demon tree."

(End of this chapter)