The Path to Immortality: Starting with an Analysis of Basic Concepts

When Qin Wuye stepped alone into the blue sky, into the "dream" hidden deep underground, her eyes instantly turned emerald green, and her body silently disintegrated.

Centered on it, a turquoise halo extended outwards, soaring into the sky, instantly turning the world into a misty gray.

"Um?"

Qin Wuye's expression changed drastically. After a moment's hesitation, the sword in his hand advanced instead of retreating, its blinding crimson color surging. He raised his hand and swung it down, shouting:

"break!…"

boom…

Streams of crimson sword energy, condensed from qi and blood, surged forth, converging into a torrent, and slashed down fiercely at a certain point in space.

Under the influence of the sword energy, the gray mist in the space surged like a tide, seemingly about to be torn apart at any moment. Seeing this, Qin Wuye frowned tightly, his eyes showing worry rather than joy.

In his perception, the space was filled with inexplicable resistance, which was as dense as a spider web, layer upon layer, weakening the power of the sword energy by as much as 30% or 40%.

"Such a bizarre power..."

"Yongzhou" is adjacent to "Yanzhou". Every year, strange "extraterrestrial demons" enter the "Martial World". Qin Wuye has naturally seen extraterrestrial demons, but those extraterrestrial demons are all very weak. They are killed and sent to the state capital without him having to take action.

But the two demons they've encountered are far too powerful, and Qing Tian is also quite strange, able to suppress their qi and blood.

Just as he was thinking this, the world underwent another change.

The gray mist surged from all directions, coalescing into thick, barrel-like black thorns covered with jagged barbs, which swept towards Qin Wuye like serpents.

Ding ding ding…

Qin Wuye frowned and tried to unleash a sword aura.

When the sword energy struck the black thorns, it produced a sound like metal clashing, leaving only a crack that healed in an instant.

"hiss…"

Seeing this, Qin Wuye looked around at the black thorns that blocked out the sky, and felt a chill in his heart, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"If that's the case, then let's fight with all our might..."

He quickly suppressed his useless emotions, his eyes flashing with ruthlessness.

With a slight thought, the emerald green divine word "Snake Intestines and Scorpion Heart" ignited, and spiritual light surged forth, like a rain curtain falling.

When it landed on his golden skin, it immediately spread out in mottled rusty green, rapidly spreading all over his body. Wherever it passed, his clothes turned to ashes inch by inch, and a misty green aura arose.

At this time.

The black thorns coiled and pressed in, and the moment they came into contact with the green mist, a hissing, corrosive sound rang out.

The black thorns, as hard as iron, melted away like ice and snow, yet they seemed endless. Even as one thorn after another was corroded by the green energy, black thorns continued to entwine around it.

In just a few breaths.

As the black thorns consumed it, the green aura diminished at a visible rate, and soon only wisps of green aura remained around it.

Just as it was about to collapse, its skin turned completely pale green, revealing strange brown patterns on Qin Wuye's body. It moved, raising its long sword as before.

A surge of green flames erupted from the sword, instantly condensing into a giant sword several meters long, burning with raging green flames. The moment it appeared, the surrounding ten-meter-long black thorns burst into flames.

"cut!"

Qin Wuye froze in a certain void and suddenly swung it downwards.

But at that moment, a crimson hue suddenly blocked the path in front of the green flame giant sword, surging out like a spring and transforming into a river of blood that rushed forward.

boom…

The two collided like water and fire, stirring up a surge of spiritual light. Even the surrounding gray world faintly revealed white, but soon the grayness surged and smoothed out the blankness.

It lasted for a good ten breaths.

The viscous blood river became lighter in color.

The giant sword of green flames shrank to less than ten feet in length, while the surrounding space became even darker, with black thorns adapting to the burning green flames and slowly squeezing inwards.

As Qin Wuye watched the green flames clinging to the sword gradually die down, he was tempted to try again, but the sense of powerlessness transmitted by the "divine words" brought him back to his senses. Upon closer inspection, despair flashed in his eyes.

"It's over..."

With a thought, the green flames attached to the sword were extinguished like a candle flickering in the wind, and the blood-red light faded away. Dense black thorns then wrapped around it, and with a few clangs of metal clashing, it was engulfed by the black thorns.

"ah…"

A few breaths later, a piercing scream echoed through the space.

Mid-air.

Black thorns converged, coalescing into the figure of a dream. Listening to Qin Wuye's screams, it seemed as if it had taken a powerful tonic, its cheeks flushing a blush of intoxication.

A dim river of blood gathered nearby, revealing a blood slave with a pale, almost transparent face. He glanced at Meng, his brows furrowing, his eyes revealing undisguised disgust. Then, he respectfully said:

"Blood slaves respectfully welcome their master."

The words fell.

A sliver of blood flew out, manifesting Zhu Yu's illusory figure. He nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Qin Wuye, the "White Fang Princess," who was imprisoned and tormented by the divine power "Thorn Domain." A smile appeared in his eyes, and after a moment's thought, he gave the order:

"Capture the warriors of 'White Fang County,' brand them as slaves, and send 500,000 'Tuyu people' with them to 'Purple Leaf County,' while the rest plunder resources..."

After giving detailed instructions, the spirit dispersed and disappeared as the spirit respectfully saw it off.

The Blood Slave straightened up, took a step forward, and his figure vanished in an instant.

outside world.

Numerous Dao Fruit Realm martial artists fired countless arrows at the suddenly appearing, dark sphere that enveloped the prefect, but they only managed to create ripples.

The Blood Slave straightened up, took a step forward, and his figure vanished in an instant.

outside world.

Numerous Dao Fruit Realm martial artists fired countless arrows at the suddenly appearing, dark sphere that enveloped the prefect, but they only managed to create ripples.

Not long.

With Prefect Qin Wuye still not appearing, the crowd gradually began to panic, whispering amongst themselves, wanting to escape but also fearing punishment from the "Great Yu".

Just when they didn't know what to do.

A vortex suddenly appeared in the gray sphere, startling everyone who had been staring at it. When they saw the blood slave emerging from it, their faces turned pale.

"It's over..."

next moment.

The Blood Slave's body exploded, turning into streaks of bloody light that rushed towards the Dao Fruit Realm martial artists wielding the Breaking Crossbow on both sides of the street.

Although the "Martial World's" great will suppressed their strength, the two were worlds apart. Before the Dao Fruit Realm martial artists could react, they were bound by the blood light and their blood and qi were sealed.

at the same time.

The "Tuyu people" who had gathered in "Sanshan Prefecture" were driven by "whales" to head straight for "Ziye County" and dispersed to the Nine Prefectures of Baiya. Wherever they went, any martial artists who had entered the Dao were either captured or killed.

The remaining mortals were also gathered together and sent to excavate spiritual lands and objects, and to plunder artifacts containing human prestige, which is the "origin of the spiritual ruins".

A large amount of resources began to converge, especially food.

With ample food and the whales' deliberate indulgence, large numbers of "smurfs" began building nests and giving birth, cultivating a new generation of strength for their upcoming conquest of various counties...

"Yongzhou Prefecture" refers to the residence of the prefectural governor.

A courtyard.

Zhu Yu opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the eaves of a building, thinking, "Now we'll see how that 'province lord' fares..."

Suppressing his thoughts, just as he was about to immerse himself in cultivation, the butler who had been waiting outside the door stepped into the living room, jogged a few steps to his side, took out three invitation cards from his sleeve, and handed them to him respectfully, saying:

"Master, these are invitations from the eldest son, second son, and thirteenth son..."