I established the Eternal Immortal Clan by taming beasts.

At this moment, everyone in the Lin family focused their attention on these war puppets.

Scouts, agents, the Shadow Hall, the Zhao family—every channel is converging on the latest intelligence for the command center.

As time went by, the war puppets that had gathered from all around Burning Bone Pass began to meet at the edge of the formation on the mountaintop.

Their joints began to deform, and the originally thick left arm shrank and folded, revealing the flat joint below;

The originally heavy carapace unfolded to the sides, like a giant door being opened, revealing the dense array patterns and spiritual paths inside.

The first and second puppets slowly joined together in the spiritual light, like a giant jigsaw puzzle being pressed into place.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth... and more puppets emerged from the mountains and valleys, converging on the mountaintop and combining into an unprecedentedly enormous body in the dark red spiritual light.

Three thousand, a full three thousand war puppets, were now merging into one on the summit of that low mountain.

At the same time, dark red spiritual light shone at their joints and interfaces. That spiritual light was like a ignited welding torch, melting, pressing, and cooling each piece together, and under the blessing of the array, they became one.

Its enormous body slowly rose in the morning light, like a small mountain, with a surging dark red ball of light embedded in its chest, like a huge heart that had not yet fully beaten.

The gaps between the pieces gradually melted, merged, and became one in the spiritual light. A layer of flowing light film appeared on the surface of the puppet, like a layer of armor being repeatedly tempered, completely covering the traces of the pieces.

The puppet was larger than all the surrounding hills, and its height reached over a hundred feet.

Its body is made of obsidian as bones, ten-thousand-year-old cold iron as tendons, and the core of the earth's core as a molten core. Every inch of its surface is covered with dense array patterns.

That was the rune technique accumulated by the Xuankui Sect over nearly a thousand years. At this moment, it was all awakened, ignited, and activated, weaving into a flowing dark red light net on the surface of that huge body.

Its left arm is a giant shield that is ten zhang wide, with a shield surface as thick as a city wall and covered with defensive array patterns.

His right arm was a giant battle blade fused with his arm bone, its blade winding like a dragon, its tip gleaming with a dark red, cold light.

On its chest, the dark red ball of light was churning, contracting, and expanding, gradually giving those cold metal joints a kind of coherence and agility as if they were alive.

But it has no soul yet.

Excitement gleamed in Gu Chaoxi's eyes as she raised the array flag in her hand.

In the center of the Blood Fiend Soul Refining Array, the nascent Yin spirit was emitting a continuous, low hum.

The souls absorbed by it began to surge, intertwine, and recombine within it, like countless rivers thrown into the same furnace, being repeatedly refined, compressed, and reshaped.

Among those souls were the lingering resentment of cultivators, the vengeful spirits of demonic beasts, and the obsessions of souls who had been dead for a thousand years. They tore at each other, collided, and devoured one another, only to be re-integrated into a whole under the forced constraints of the formation.

In a short while, it slowly rose under the guidance of the formation and floated towards the huge body composed of war puppets.

A dark red aura traced a path in the night sky like the movement of a fetus, like a wound closing, stitching together all those originally independent entities into a new whole.

The evil spirit sank into the core of the puppet.

The previously dormant array patterns lit up at the same moment, and the dark red light spread outward from the puppet's chest, spreading along each engraved line to the limbs, like blood surging in the veins, lighting up, activating and awakening the repeatedly forged body inch by inch.

A dark red light suddenly shone in those empty eye sockets.

Two silent, flickering flames, like a pair of eyes opening, are examining the world for the first time.

The wills of tens of thousands of souls intertwined, surged, and tore within it, like a flag being repeatedly torn apart. Each will was vying for control, but they were bound by the laws of the Blood Fiend Soul Refining Array and drawn by the dark red pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth. They were being forcibly merged into a single entity that obeyed Qin Wudao's will.

A moment later, the monster slowly stood up. Its height exceeded that of all the surrounding hills, and its shadow covered the wasteland for hundreds of feet.

When it took its first breath, the surrounding air emitted a low, squeaking sound, as if it were being squeezed.

Its movements were initially slow and clumsy, with the armor plates at its joints making a harsh metallic scraping sound as they were being broken in. But as the power of those spirits permeated its limbs along the spiritual path, its movements became increasingly fluid and closer to a kind of calibrated precision.

A terrifying pressure enveloped the area within a hundred miles.

This power has reached the limit of the Nascent Soul stage, and it is no exaggeration to describe it as "half-step into the Divine Transformation stage".

Although it lacks the authority of laws and the ability to resonate with heaven and earth like a Nascent Soul cultivator, it possesses a vast soul power formed by the condensation of tens of thousands of souls and a gigantic body composed of three thousand war puppets. The combination of the two is enough to create a wave in the Nascent Soul realm that even Nascent Soul cultivators would have to take notice of.

In various parts of the Southern Region, the forces still engaged in fierce battles raised their heads almost simultaneously, gazing at the dark red pillar of light that stretched across the sky and at the churning dark red clouds.

The eyes of everyone—the Fang family, Qingyun Sword Sect, Baicao Valley, Chiyang Mountain, Yunshui Immortal Pavilion, and Xuanfu Sect—all fell upon the same sky at that moment.

The cultivators who were fighting stopped what they were doing, the array masters who were setting up formations raised their heads, and the retreating army stopped in their tracks. Everyone's face was filled with surprise and uncertainty.

"It's done! It's really done!" Gu Chaoxi stared at the colossal object, his eyes filled with fervor.

He unintentionally created the prototype of this monster back then, which led to the concept of this project today. This is also the fundamental reason why he was able to lead the birth of this great creation ritual!

Looking at the terrifying behemoth before him and feeling the overwhelming pressure emanating from it, Gu Chaoxi felt that he had no regrets in this life.

Because he understood that his life had come to an end.

Hundreds of miles behind him, the weather suddenly changed. Qin Wudao's breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage caused the earth to tremble. At the same time, he could see the golden meteor in the sky in the direction of Burning Bone Pass with his naked eye.

He understood what it was.

Just now, he received a message from the Rebellious Demon Palace: the Fang family still has a Nascent Soul cultivator!

The Demon Palace of Rebellion has been planning for this day for a hundred years.

He conspired with Baicao Valley and Qingyun Sword Sect to join forces with the Fang family, using this as a pledge of loyalty.

They used the betrayal of their alliance as leverage to get the Fang family to give them a chance to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

Cooperate with the demonic beasts to break through the Burning Bone Pass, and even the entire Southern Region defense line!

But all of these were just means to create chaos from beginning to end.

The Demon Palace of Rebellion has never believed it could rely on any power!

The breakthrough in the Demon Palace of Reversal of Fate was fake, but it was also used to attract the attention of the Fang family.

If the Fang family doesn't intervene, the Grand Elder will still be able to break through to the Nascent Soul stage;

If they take charge, the Palace Master will be able to break through to the Nascent Soul stage outside the Burning Bone Pass.

However, the Demon Palace of Reversible Fate has made the worst-case scenario plan: what if the Fang family still has a Nascent Soul cultivator?

The giant battle spirit puppet in front of us was prepared for this purpose.

The Zhao family's presence in Chuyang City, from the very beginning, was for the purpose of its creation: to conceal these war puppets and plant the Shadow Hall.

As the golden light on the horizon drew ever closer, a smile appeared on Gu Chaoxi's face.

Because he understood that he had no chance of survival against this deity.

Having witnessed the birth of this monster, he could die without regrets!

"Leave, go as far away as you can!" He gazed calmly at the golden light on the horizon, his expression serene.

The Shadow Hall spies, the Zhao family, and the array masters of the Rebellious Demon Palace were all taken aback, and then they also noticed the strangeness on the horizon.

Without the slightest hesitation, the crowd scattered and fled in all directions, their steps hurried and chaotic, heading towards valleys and dense forests in different directions.

The golden light stretched longer and longer in the sky, like a sharp sword being drawn from its sheath, cleaving the dark red clouds in two.

Wherever the golden light passed, the sky, which had been dyed dark red by the Blood Fiend Soul Refining Array, was neatly sliced ​​open, revealing a straight, silver crack that looked as if it had been cut by a sharp blade. The edges of the crack were still glowing, making the entire sky half dark red and half pure gold.

The Fang family's second Nascent Soul cultivator has arrived.

It was a figure dressed in a golden robe, whose form was blurred and uncertain in the light, but the pressure had arrived before his figure, like an invisible mountain descending from the sky, covering the sky within a radius of a hundred miles.

He stopped a hundred feet away from the low mountain, his gaze falling on the enormous monster below, his brows furrowing slightly.

Without saying a word, he slowly raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing outward, and a golden beam of light shot out from his palm, striking straight at the monster's chest.

The beam of light was moving at an extreme speed, so fast that even the monster's consciousness couldn't react in time.

The dark red light membrane was torn open the moment it made contact, and golden light seeped in along the seams, scorching the running array patterns with a charred mark.

The monster slid backward dozens of feet under the impact, its feet carving two furrows several feet deep in the ground, with rubble and mud piling up at its heels to form two low walls.

But it did not fall.

Dark red spiritual light surged from the core, reconnecting, repairing, and filling the burned array patterns. The gaps scorched by the golden light were healing at a visible speed, like new flesh growing from a repeatedly stitched wound.

Fang Tianheng's brows furrowed slightly.

He saw through the true nature of the monster; it was not a living being, nor a puppet, but a vessel filled with tens of thousands of souls.

The wills of those souls were suppressed, merged, and forcibly twisted into a force that, though incomplete, was immense enough.

Although this thing lacks the foundation and core Dao of a Nascent Soul cultivator, it possesses a body similar to a Dharma body!

The biggest difference between Nascent Soul cultivators and Spirit Transformation cultivators is that they can not only resonate with the laws of heaven and earth, but also condense their own "Dao" into a huge, semi-materialized projection of the law, called: Dharma Image.

The Dharma Form is the embodiment of the will of a Nascent Soul cultivator, the visual manifestation of their "Dao," and the shape refracted by the laws of heaven and earth through their will. It is not just a mass of energy, but an independent and sustainable carrier of will that has been given shape and weight by the laws.

"That does have some merit."

Golden light began to surge from Fang Tianheng's body, condensing behind him into a golden giant hundreds of feet tall.

The giant's silhouette resembled his own figure, but was magnified dozens of times, with every inch of its surface covered in flowing golden runes, like a colossal statue inscribed with scriptures.

The giant's right hand was a long sword formed from golden light, its blade engraved with intricate seal script, each stroke imbued with the mark of laws.

As soon as the Dharma form appeared, the flow of spiritual energy between heaven and earth became stagnant.

The dark red clouds that were still churning began to retreat in front of the Dharma image, like tides meeting a dam, being blocked, squeezed, and pushed away layer by layer.

The ground within a radius of a hundred feet sank slightly under the pressure of the Dharma image, and the rubble was pressed into the soil, making a fine cracking sound.

The giant sword fell.

The sword, enveloped in golden spiritual light, slashed straight down at the monster's head like a stretched bolt of lightning.

Wherever the sword passed, the air was torn open with a silver rift hundreds of feet long, and golden arcs of electricity jumped constantly at the edge of the rift, like flames that were repeatedly lit and extinguished.

The monster did not dodge.

It does not possess the ability to communicate with the laws like a Nascent Soul cultivator, nor does it have the power to project a Dharma image. However, it possesses a vast soul power formed by the condensation of the wills of tens of thousands of souls, as well as a giant body composed of three thousand war puppets.

Its right arm suddenly rose, and the giant battle blade, fused with the arm bone, slashed horizontally at the golden greatsword.

Dark red spiritual light surged, condensed, and compressed on the surface of the battle blade, like a bowstring being fully drawn, releasing all its power at the moment of contact.

The greatsword and the battle blade collided in mid-air.

There was no loud noise, no explosion, only a continuous, low hum, like two mountains pressing against each other.

Golden light and dark red aura intertwined, tore, and devoured each other at the point of collision, burning the surrounding air into a distorted silver heat wave.

The greatsword's blade cut into the edge of the battle blade by a few inches, and golden light seeped inward along the cut cracks, scorching fine cracks into the joints.

The blade did not break; the cracks were filled, fused, and cooled again in the dark red aura, like iron being repeatedly forged and constantly reshaping its edge.

For the first time, Fang Tianheng's expression changed.

He originally thought that this sword strike would be enough to sever the monster's right arm, but the will of those souls was providing this cold body with a toughness far exceeding the limits of its material. Every injury was repaired in the next instant, and every break was re-fused together.

Although that monster did not possess a true Dharma form or the authority of laws, it possessed something more primal: an obsession with death and the power of continuous repair!