Reborn as a Snake: Many Children, Many Blessings, Only I, the Green Snake Immortal

The dark light suddenly disappeared.

The Green Corpse Taoist's eye twitched suddenly.

"The ancient Soul-Stabilizing Needle... the original still exists in the world."

The change in his expression lasted only a moment, and all ten fingers simultaneously tugged at the corpse seal.

The corpse puppet shifted its body to the side, avoiding most of the oncoming needles.

The remaining dark light followed closely.

The corpse puppet swung its arm to deflect dozens of long needles, and then used its corpse energy to protect its brow and chest.

Several soul-stabilizing needles still pierced through the corpse energy, successively nailing into the shoulder, back, both sides of the spine, and the right arm joint.

The corpse puppet paused slightly in its forward momentum.

The corpse patterns that were originally connected inside his body were separated by several long, black needles, and his right arm was raised a fraction of a second slower.

The Green Corpse Daoist tightened his five fingers, forcefully breaking through the obstructions, but the oppressive aura emanating from the corpse puppet remained heavy.

The Soul-Stabilizing Needle can restrain both the corpse and the soul, and the third-grade physical body before us is far beyond what ordinary corpse transformations can compare to.

The few needles already inserted into the body are not enough to subdue it.

The brief delay has already changed the course of the battle.

Huangdao Longying was the first to pass the corpse puppet, and his golden dragon claw pressed down towards the furnace mouth.

The phantom of the Blood Phoenix, jointly maintained by the Three Heroes of Blood Phoenix, swept in from the side, followed closely by Song Qingwu's sword light.

Luan Zhaoye, Cang Chenyuan, and Xiang Fushan also activated their magical powers, hoping to take advantage of the corpse puppet's restraint and rush to the front.

Several forces were wary of each other, and more of their attention turned towards Xu Qing.

He was closest to the Immortal Furnace and could stand safely within its protective aura.

As long as Xu Qing is at the forefront, no one dares to overtake him and compete for the opportunity.

Xu Qing blocked Song Qingwu's sword light with his sword, while the divine light around him simultaneously absorbed the residual power of the Imperial Dragon Claw.

Several fourth-rank officials from the Great Qian Dynasty circled around to the other side, but after taking only a few steps, Sang Qianhua's Heavenly Silkworm Silk appeared from the void, cutting off their path.

Sang Qianhua's breathing was steady.

Silver-white threads intertwined around her, blocking the Blood Phoenix Divine Flame and then spreading further away, forcing Feng Chixiao to withdraw some of his power to protect himself.

Xu Qing's gaze swept over her and then turned to Su Qingqian.

The three-headed, six-armed white lotus image hung behind Su Qingqian, with fine cracks already appearing on the surface of its six arms.

The innate Yin essence continued to spread among the people of Daqian, freezing the connection of magical power.

Her breathing became noticeably heavier, but the speed at which her fingertips formed hand seals did not slow down.

She ultimately failed to reach the fourth rank, and with Xu Qing's child in her womb, continuing to bear the direct impact of these forces would be of no benefit.

Another imperial dragon aura swept over.

Xu Qing took a half step to the side, blocking Su Qingqian's path. His protective divine light then expanded backward, enveloping both Su Qingqian and the white lotus avatar.

The dragon's energy collided with the divine light, causing nearby rocks to fly up. Su Qingqian was only pushed back half a step by the residual force.

She looked up at Xu Qing's back, pursed her lips, and then turned the hand seal towards Cheng Yuanli.

The essence of Taiyin surged along the ground, causing the combined power of the several fourth-rank cultivators of Daqian to falter once again.

Xu Qing didn't turn around before the Azure Frost Sword slashed forward.

The pale blue sword light forced the Imperial Dragon Shadow back, then swept past the Blood Phoenix Phantom.

The momentum that had just been established by all parties was disrupted once again, and the strongest pressure was gradually concentrated in front of Xu Qing, with each side constantly trying to obstruct the others.

No one was able to get close to the furnace.

boom--

A heavy rumble suddenly came from the immortal furnace.

The patterns covering the furnace body lit up simultaneously, and the six pills inside the furnace also vibrated.

Six rays of light emerged one after another from the elixir, passing over the intertwined immortal light, and merged into the body of the sleeping figure.

The entire process lasted only a few breaths.

The six pills remained suspended in their original positions, their forms intact, though the celestial light and medicinal power fluctuations on their surfaces had dimmed slightly.

The sleeping woman remained motionless, not even her fingertips moved.

The flames surrounding the Blood Phoenix Trio suddenly intensified, and Song Qingwu's Frost Sword once again emitted a sword cry.

The people of Daqian quickly adjusted their positions, and even Luan Zhaoye and the other two focused more attention on the figure inside the furnace.

By this point, everyone understood that although the six pills were precious, their radiance always revolved around the woman.

The greatest opportunity was with her.

A faint light shone in Xu Qing's golden vertical pupils.

Others could only see the changes in the elixir's radiance. In his view, the fortune of the dead, the tribe's luck, and the residual fortune scattered throughout the Woyun Lodge that the Immortal Furnace had previously absorbed were all converging along the furnace's patterns.

The unseen fortune passed through the six pills and finally poured into the sleeping woman's body.

Xu Qing could only confirm that all the energy was converging on her.

"This luck..."

A gasp of surprise rang out from among the people of Daqian.

Xu Qing glanced to the side and saw a middle-aged man with white hair and a haggard appearance standing behind Zhao Ming.

Tian Suanzi's face was deathly pale, his eyes were also fixed on the furnace, and his fingers, hidden in his sleeves, trembled slightly.

Zhao Ming turned his head upon hearing the sound.

Tian Suanzi paused for a moment, then finally lowered his eyes.

He avoided Zhao Ming's gaze, put both hands back into his sleeves, and neither spoke nor offered an explanation.

Zhao Ming glanced at him, slowly tightened his grip on the golden seal, and then looked back at the immortal furnace.

The struggle in front of the furnace became increasingly urgent.

The Green Corpse Taoist also clearly saw where the elixir's radiance had gone.

He left the Soul-Stabilizing Needle inside the corpse puppet, and a smile returned to his pale face.

His gaze first swept over the furnace, then over Xu Qing, Sang Qianhua, Song Qingwu and the others, as if he were selecting a rare batch of materials.

"With the elixir of immortality before us, and so many fine corpses to prepare, we are truly blessed."

His voice was hoarse as his ten fingers slowly fell onto his chest and abdomen.

"It would be against all reason and justice not to seize such an opportunity."

The corpse puppet stood between him and the furnace opening, its arm waving to disperse the incoming sword light and demonic power.

The soul-stabilizing needles driven into its joints slowed its attack slightly, but its ferocity was enough to deter any powerful individuals who tried to take advantage of the situation.

The pale young man's robe was ripped open at the chest.

Beneath his skin, there was already an old suture mark that stretched from his chest to his lower abdomen.

The Green Corpse Taoist dug his fingernails into the sides of the crease and pulled it outwards, splitting his chest and abdomen open.

There wasn't much blood in the wound.

The blackened internal organs were crammed into the empty body, with fine stitches left in every place.

The organs that had been repeatedly stitched up were pulsating slowly, and the corpse patterns on their surfaces flickered in and out with the breathing of the Green Corpse Taoist.

He reached out and grabbed one of the filthy parts, pulling it directly out of his body.

The pale-faced youth swayed slightly, but the smile on his face remained.

The darkened organ hung in his palm, its aura resonating with the corpse seal within the third-grade corpse puppet.

The corpse patterns on the chest and abdomen of the third-grade corpse puppet split open to the sides, revealing an empty inner cavity.

The Green Corpse Taoist stuffed the blackened organs inside.

The corpse-like markings quickly wrapped around the organs, connecting with the old stitches on the surface.

A muffled thud came from the corpse puppet's chest cavity, and its already somewhat sluggish breathing suddenly intensified.

The Green Corpse Taoist continued to remove the remaining organs from his own body.

With each filth introduced, the pale youth's body shrank a little more, and the rumbling within the third-grade corpse puppet became even clearer.

The needles pinned to its shoulders, back, and spine trembled incessantly, still suppressing several acupoints, and never came off.

When the last filth left his body, the pale youth was left with only a layer of skin and flesh clinging tightly to his bones.

He raised his withered hand and inserted the clump of organs into the corpse puppet's chest and abdomen.

Boom!

A heartbeat reverberated through the core altar.

The pale youth's body began to disintegrate from his feet.

The ashes spread upwards from the legs and feet, quickly engulfing the chest, abdomen, shoulders, neck, and that young face.

The wind swept across the altar, and the last bit of ashes were scattered with it.

The corpse markings on the corpse puppet's chest closed simultaneously.

After a moment of silence, the five internal organs began to tremble, and the spirit of the five internal organs seeped into the whole body along the corpse imprint, and the soul and the physical body quickly became one.

The soul-stabilizing needles inserted into several acupoints caused a slight pause in its right shoulder and spine, which could no longer stop the energy from continuing to rise.

The corpse puppet suddenly opened its eyes.

Those eyes no longer held only deathly stillness.

It slowly turned its head, looked at everyone present, and slowly raised the corners of its mouth, revealing a sinister smile exactly the same as that of the Green Corpse Taoist.

A powerful aura, approaching that of a normal third-grade cultivator, swept across the altar.

The broken rock layers continued to sink under the pressure, and the magical energy in the air was squeezed outwards by the corpse energy.

The Imperial Dragon Shadow, the Blood Phoenix Phantom, and the True Forms of the Three Ancestral Bloods trembled simultaneously, and the sword in Song Qingwu's hand also emitted a low, mournful cry.

The Green Corpse Taoist abandoned his original body and escape route, and personally took over the third-grade physical body.

The stagnation left by the Soul-Stabilizing Needle still lingers, and this outburst, achieved at the cost of sacrificing its shell, has made its ferocity far surpass that of before.

He swung his hand forward.

The gray-black corpse energy transformed into a torrent, sweeping indiscriminately across the entire area in front of the furnace.

The Great Qian Emperor's Dragon Shadow was the first to be hit, its golden dragon body shattering from the inside, and Zhao Ming, Cheng Yuanli, and the others were simultaneously forced back.

The enormous phantom behind the Blood Phoenix Trio also dissipated in the corpse energy, and the three of them retreated more than ten feet after landing.

Song Qingwu slashed into the corpse energy with his sword, only separating the torrent for a brief moment.

The sword light shattered instantly, blood spurted from his right hand holding the sword, and his body slid backward.

The ancestral blood essence of Luan Zhaoye and the other two collapsed one after another, and the heavy residual force blew them all toward the edge of the array.

Xu Qing stood in front of Sang Qianhua and Su Qingqian, and the illusory mountain shadows reappeared behind him.

The corpse energy collided with the protective divine light, causing the light to cave inward before shattering with a deafening roar.

He held his arms horizontally in front of him, several of his blue scales shattering, and the blow sent him staggering back several steps.

Sang Qianhua's Heavenly Silkworm Silk timely entangled the loose stones under the feet of the three, and Su Qingqian also used her White Lotus Dharma Form to block the aftershocks from the side, so the three were never separated.

The ranks of the heroes were thrown into chaos.

The Green Corpse Daoist did not pursue anyone. Corpse energy exploded beneath his feet, and his third-grade physical body rushed straight towards the Immortal Furnace.

At the same moment, a thick aura of death spread from behind him in all directions.

The shattered altar, the earth vein passages, and the edge of space were quickly covered in gray and black, and all directions that could leave the core were successively sealed off.

Mei Zhihan, who had retreated to the vicinity of the karmic fire, suddenly stopped in her tracks. The corpse energy in front of her had already merged into one.

Everyone looked at the figure rushing towards the immortal furnace, and then glanced at the completely closed escape route.

The Green Corpse Taoist wanted far more than just the opportunity in the furnace.

He also wants to leave everyone here.

The Green Corpse Daoist, carrying a near-complete third-grade ferocity, charged straight at the Immortal Furnace.

The surrounding corpse energy completely converged.