Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 284 Casting the Foundation! Enter the Tao!
"Is this kid... building his foundation and entering the Dao?"

This caused a shower of flowers from the sky and golden lotuses to spring from the ground, a scene of celebration from heaven and earth. In legends, such a sight only appears when immortals descend to earth…

Wu Song noticed the commotion, glanced over out of the corner of his eye, and was secretly alarmed.

Liu Sheng stood in the corner beside the niche, his body like an old bear climbing a tree, surrounded by water mist and faintly glowing red light.

Jade-colored flowers fell from the sky, and golden lotuses bloomed on the ground, spreading out in circles from the center of him, gradually fading in color.

Although they are all phantoms, they are as real as the objects themselves, lifelike, and exude a delicate fragrance.

This made him and Du Bingyan, who was protecting him, appear detached from the world, like immortals.

"He has only reached the Foundation Establishment stage, yet he has attracted extraordinary phenomena from heaven and earth. The cultivation method he practices is probably of the Immortal grade, or even above the Immortal grade?"

At the same time, Song Yingtian also found the source of the strange phenomenon: the eyes formed from black smoke were filled with greed.

How could a technique of this caliber appear in this world?
Such a fortunate destiny should rightfully belong to me. All my painstaking efforts, personally coming to this realm to devise plans, and even abandoning my sect, have not been in vain…

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a tiger's roar interrupted his reverie, as Wu Song suddenly launched an attack, transforming into the Five Yin Tiger Demon and rushing towards him.

My beloved disciple is at a crucial moment of breakthrough, but there is a wicked person eyeing him with malicious intent. As a master, of course I must do everything in my power to protect and safeguard my disciple.

At this moment, Wu Song, driven by his eagerness to protect his disciple, unleashed his full power. The Five Yin Demonic Qi within his body surged forth, flowing through his meridians and transforming into billowing light mist that blotted out the sky.

"you……"

Song Yingtian was plotting to assassinate Liu Sheng and seize the martial arts technique, and his mind was relaxed, so he was caught off guard by Wu Song's surprise attack.

They were instantly at a disadvantage.

Especially now that Wu Song no longer cares about past relationships, or rather, he has realized that Yang Zhi is dead and his body has become a tool of the Song traitors, the more he cares about past feelings, the more restrained he becomes, allowing the old traitor to succeed.

Only by ruthlessly killing him and thwarting the old villain's scheme can Brother Yang finally rest in peace.

So, after a few more blows, Yang Zhi's body, which had just been repaired by Song Yingtian with demonic energy, was once again struck and exploded with loud "bangs," with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

If it weren't for the powerful Mountain-Driving Whip in his hand, he might have been torn to shreds by Wu Song's outburst long ago.

"A brute is a brute, ha!"

At the same time, Song Yingtian chuckled to himself. Taking advantage of Wu Song's attention being diverted and his inability to pay attention to anything else, the suspended black face trembled slightly, and a wisp of black energy stretched out, like a tentacle, across the air, seemingly slow but actually fast, and drilled towards Liu Sheng.

It moved and stopped, silently, like a living thing, without disturbing anyone!

"What kind of martial arts does Liu Lang practice? Why is he putting so much pressure on me...?"

Du Bingyan held on for a moment, but had to take a few steps back, her face filled with surprise and uncertainty.

An invisible pressure emanated from Liu Sheng, causing her to tremble instinctively and feel fear, making her inexplicably panic and want to back away.

The "Great Brahma Light Compassionate Crossing Sword Scripture" she practiced was the sect's signature technique of the Water Moon Sect. It was a secret-transmission technique, only slightly inferior to a peerless technique, and its quality was not low.

Moreover, her cultivation level is even higher, yet she doesn't even have the right to stand beside him?

How can this be? !
Once he successfully breaks through the barrier and forges his foundation, to what extent will his combat power soar?
Her mind was in turmoil, so much so that she didn't even notice the wisp of black energy reaching up from above her head.

Fortunately, she was not a Muggle; her five senses were always fully activated, covering her surroundings and providing layers of defense.

Finally, it was too late to mend the fence, and they discovered that wisp of sinister black energy.

"choke!"

Without a second thought, she drew her sword, the moonlight and water reflecting off it, and with a swift movement, she unleashed hundreds of attacks amidst the flashing sword shadows.

In the outside world, even a small hill would be leveled.

But this attack seemed to have hit empty air, as the black energy easily dodged it.

And then a strand of it was separated, wrapped around the spirit sword, and spread towards the fingers holding the sword. It was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it seeped into her fingertips!

"Uh……"

Du Bingyan let out a muffled groan, her whole body trembling violently as if she were struggling.

A moment later, terrifying black patterns appeared on her body, and black lines emerged from the clear depths of her eyes, as if she were possessed. Her whole body twitched like an insect caught in a spider web, but the movements gradually subsided.

At the same time, the wisp of black energy had quietly arrived in front of Liu Sheng, standing upright like a snake.

After looking around, it finally rose to the space between his eyebrows, then suddenly exerted its strength and burrowed inward—

"when!"

It was like hitting a metal plate, producing a dull thud.

The methods that had previously worked so well have suddenly failed!
Liu Sheng's forehead, though seemingly made of flesh and blood, was harder than divine metal, and moreover...

Beneath the skin, there seemed to be a terrifying sharpness that instilled an instinctive fear in the black smoke.

The black smoke seemed to be alive. After being thwarted, it not only did not retreat, but stubbornly circled around and came to the top of Liu Sheng's head, drilling down hard!
"when!"

Well, I guess I'm not going to believe it.

Drill into his chest!

"when!"

"when!"

"when!"

……

After a series of rapid sounds, and after failing to drill into the eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and both genitals, the black smoke shrank considerably.

He swayed from side to side, as if he were drunk.

Just as it sensed something was wrong and was about to retreat, a large hand suddenly pressed down and grabbed at it.

This grabbing motion was simple and unpretentious, like a three-year-old child squeezing an ant with their fingers, completely without any method.

Just as the black smoke was about to dodge, it felt as if the surrounding air had solidified, becoming an impenetrable wall that blocked all its room to maneuver!

Then, this terrifying black smoke, which, even in its smallest wisp, rendered Du Bingyan powerless to resist, was pinched between two fingers.

With a "pop," it was completely crushed.

Even with its momentum undiminished, it exploded upwards, directly impacting the black, human-shaped face in mid-air—

"boom!"

Amidst the explosion, most of Song Yingtian's black face was blown apart.

Although it recovered quickly, its color was somewhat faded.

The corpse of Yang Zhi, who was being manipulated to fight Wu Song, froze for a moment, and Wu Song seized the opportunity to tear off an arm.

"Young Master...is terrifyingly strong!"

Beside the niche, Liu Sheng stared intently at the two fingers, a slight smile playing on his lips. They were even harder to press than an AK.

At this moment, his physique had not changed much, but the lines of his facial features had softened considerably. Compared to his previous hardness, he looked more like a sword that had been sheathed.

Gentle and mild, yet harboring deadly intent.

His skin was as white as jade, faintly radiating a pale golden glow, intertwining into patterns, and in a trance, it transformed into the appearance of nine kinds of creatures, including dragons, apes, and elephants.

His strength increased several times over, and his blood and qi became abundant, like a river or the sea.

Within the lower abdomen, a misty vapor surged and rose, seeping into the limbs, bones, and internal organs.

Deep within the misty atmosphere, a colorful stone lies horizontally.

This colored stone is about 36.5 feet tall and 24 feet in circumference. It has nine orifices and eight holes, and its shape resembles the arrangement of the Nine Palaces and the Eight Trigrams.

Just like a person breathing, it inhales spiritual energy and exhales wisps of mist, radiant with light.

The foundation of the Way is complete!

(End of this chapter)