Nuwa, the goddess of immortality, said that cultivating immortality does not require spiritual energ

Time flies, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The Celestial Realm, a dark palace hidden deep within the void.

Seated in the main seat was a young bishop dressed in a long black robe, surrounded by a chaotic aura that flowed slowly like a living thing.

What he was playing with in his hand was a faceless, specially made avatar created by Qin Le. It was only the size of a palm and was now emitting a faint spiritual light between his fingers.

Below the main hall, hundreds of traitors, each with varying strengths but all shrouded in chaotic energy, stood in two rows. Most of them had recovered from their previous dormancy, their eyes burning with a desire for reward.

The young bishop toyed with his Dharma body, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below, and spoke in a low, clear voice: "The Holy Lord has bestowed upon us an unparalleled secret technique. Today is the day to slay Qin Le."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent for a moment, before erupting into an uncontrollable commotion and fervent gazes.

An elderly man with a withered face, who was standing at the front, stepped forward and asked in a hoarse voice, "Your Excellency, is our assistance required to perform such a secret technique?"

"Of course it is necessary." The young bishop's lips curled into a cold smile. "Otherwise, why would I have summoned you all here?"

"Please enlighten me, Your Excellency!" the old man immediately bowed, his tone urgent.

Others also cast expectant glances their way.

Killing Qin Le was the highest task personally assigned by the Holy Lord.

Once completed, the rewards promised by the Holy Lord would be enough to increase their strength by a whole realm, not to mention other unimaginable benefits.

The young bishop said no more, and casually waved his hand. In an instant, hundreds of thin, eerie gray-black wisps of smoke, exuding an ominous aura, precisely entered the foreheads of every traitor present.

He simultaneously transmitted the secret techniques bestowed upon him by Chaos to everyone.

However, after digesting the contents of the secret technique, a look of confusion appeared on the old man's face: "Your Excellency... this secret technique doesn't seem to have any direct killing power?"

Not only him, but others noticed it too.

This secret technique is neither a fierce attack nor a vicious curse; its sole effect is to corrupt the target's very essence, turning them into chaotic servants just like themselves.

The young bishop glanced at the crowd, his voice tinged with sarcasm: "Do you really think that ordinary attacks or curses can escape the eyes of that human saint? Can they break through her protection of that brat?"

Upon hearing this, everyone was speechless.

Yes, Nuwa!

Even if it's just a wisp of a soul residing in Qin Le's sea of ​​consciousness, it's still the will of a saint that transcends all living beings.

Any attack aimed at Qin Le would likely be easily wiped out by that supreme holy might before it even got close, not even touching the hem of Qin Le's clothes.

If Nuwa were to follow the clues and trace back to the perpetrators, their true spirits would likely be annihilated in an instant, with no possibility of resurrection.

Thinking about this, many people broke out in a cold sweat.

Seeing this, the young bishop slowly revealed the key point: "The Holy Lord is far-sighted. This plan is to have us first corrupt Qin Le's essence, paving the way for him to personally kill Qin Le. Once Qin Le's essence is corrupted by chaos, his life or death will be entirely in the Holy Lord's hands."

That's it!

Everyone suddenly realized what was happening, and their faces lit up with relief and elation.

"Our Holy Lord is wise!" the old man exclaimed first, completely convinced.

"Our Holy Lord is wise!" A chorus of excited agreement immediately rang out in the hall.

Letting Chaos take action is undoubtedly the best solution. They don't need to directly confront the power of the Sage; they only need to complete the crucial step of corruption to retire successfully, receiving a generous reward while preserving their lives to the greatest extent possible.

The risk has been minimized.

"The time has come, let's begin." The young bishop said no more, his expression turning solemn.

He raised his hand and tossed the specially made Dharma body into the air above the main hall. The Dharma body floated silently, emanating a faint yet pure Daoist aura.

Immediately afterwards, the young bishop and the hundreds of traitors below simultaneously formed strange hand seals and chanted obscure syllables.

The chaotic aura within the main hall suddenly surged, and strands of pure gray-black chaotic essence were painstakingly extracted from each of them, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, converging into a visible torrent of filth that surged toward the specially made avatar in mid-air and penetrated into it without any hindrance.

At the same time, in the mortal realm, in Qin Le's room.

Qin Le was leaning back on the bed, leisurely scrolling through his phone. Suddenly, his finger stopped swiping the screen, and he froze, a clear look of surprise appearing in his eyes.

"Huh?" he muttered instinctively, "What's going on? How come all these things are suddenly popping out of my body?"

Just a moment ago, he clearly felt that pure primordial chaos origins were spontaneously generated in his physical body, dantian, and even the depths of his soul!

Even more bizarrely, these chaotic origins were not forcibly injected from the outside, but rather seemed to have been born naturally from his own roots, giving him a distorted, almost identical, illusion to his original aura.

However, this unexpected gift was met with a devastating blow before it could cause any trouble.

The chaotic origin that emerged from the soul was instantly devoured by the invisible suction force emanating from the three Great Dao imprints representing time, space, creation, and life deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, leaving not a trace.

The chaotic origins that appeared in the Qi Sea and the meridians of the body triggered an even more violent reaction—the original fire and the original imperial fire that had been quietly nurtured in the Qi Sea suddenly ignited on their own, as if touched by something dirty, and burned those chaotic origins to ashes, leaving not even a trace of smoke.

For Qin Le himself, the process was as quick as a tiny burp.

"Oh dear." At this moment, the little clay figure Nuwa's voice, tinged with regret, came from within my sea of ​​consciousness: "It would be such a waste to just burn it."

As soon as she finished speaking, the three Great Dao Marks immediately stopped feeding, and the two clusters of primordial fire in her Qi Sea also calmed their rage and obediently returned to their original positions.

Immediately afterwards, a gentle yet irresistible force swept over Qin Le's entire body, restraining and extracting all the chaotic origins that were still being generated out of thin air. In the end, Nuwa condensed them into a constantly rotating gray-black chaotic sphere in Qin Le's sea of ​​consciousness.

With a thought, Qin Le's consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

Looking at the primordial chaos that Nuwa held in her hand like a ball of yarn, he scratched his head, his face full of confusion: "Mother Nuwa, where did this thing come from?"

The little clay figure Nuwa kneaded the ball of chaos with great interest, and replied with a smile, "It's probably because the Chaos side used some special methods, using those specially made Dharma bodies you made as a medium, to 'send' it to you."

"Huh?" Qin Le was even more confused: "Why did he give me this? Even if you didn't intervene, this thing doesn't seem to be able to do anything to me, does it?"

With the imprint of the Great Dao and the protection of two primordial flames, the Chaos Origin was practically delivered right to his doorstep.

The little clay figure Nuwa glanced at him, her smile carrying a hint of amusement: "If their intelligence is accurate, then this trick might actually work. Unfortunately, right now... it's a complete waste."

"The intelligence is accurate?" Qin Le was initially puzzled, then suddenly realized, "Oh—! I understand!"

He finally understood.

The core intelligence that Chaos and those traitors obtained about him was that Qin Le had comprehended the Immortal Path.

If that's the case, this insidious method of directly polluting the source and assimilating from within, combined with Chaos's personal intervention, might indeed pose a deadly threat.

But the problem is...

His trump card wasn't the Immortal Path at all, but the Great Dao, which is far above the Immortal Path!

Use methods designed for immortality to deal with a cheat-like character who possesses three Great Daos, has a saintly mother, and is protected by a sacred human artifact.

This is no assassination attempt; it's clearly a rare research sample that was sent to him from afar with great care and effort!

Qin Le couldn't help but twitch his lips, his mood becoming somewhat complicated.

Well, the enemy is in the command post; the intelligence war has been lost.