Gou Zai Sect Beast Taming Longevity

Illusion Dragon True Monarch suddenly looked up and saw a pair of huge, scarlet beast eyes staring coldly at him. The beast's body was as large as a mountain, its massive head was lowered, and several whiskers coiled around it like swimming dragons. Its huge tortoise shell emitted a red glow, and on it was a faint, enormous phantom of a serpent, exuding boundless divine power and overwhelming might.

With each breath it exhales, it causes clouds and mist to rise and fall, creating a hazy atmosphere that adds to its mystique. Even a single claw of its massive body is comparable to the Cloud Platform.

"This is………?!!!"

The pupils of the Illusionary Dragon True Monarch suddenly contracted, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, exploding completely in the crown of his head. The unease in his heart reached its peak at this moment.

Without the slightest hesitation, at this moment, True Monarch Illusion Dragon completely disregarded Yu Changsheng and charged forward, intending to escape from the cloud platform. Even though the giant beast before him was not invincible in his perception, at this moment, True Monarch Illusion Dragon hesitated; he dared not gamble with his life.

"The Water Kingdom..."

A soft murmur spread out, and the giant Xuan Turtle gently swiped its claw across the cloud platform. In an instant, the clouds surged, the river water churned, the canyon trembled, and countless rivers soared into the air, like water dragons, constantly swirling and dancing, enveloping the entire cloud platform.

The canyon trembled, and illusory water chains sealed off the hundred-meter-high cloud platform, which, along with the rivers within the canyon, converged towards the platform, forming a giant water sphere, its turquoise waves rippling and floating before the Xuan Turtle.

"Cough cough cough..."

The Illusion Dragon True Monarch's body stiffened. The omnipresent sealing power held him in place, locking him firmly within the cloud platform. All around him were raging torrents of water, which at this moment transformed into the finest blades, fiercely scouring his flesh. Furthermore, the dense water pressure, layer upon layer, pressed down as if the sky were collapsing and mountains were crumbling!

At this moment, the surrounding area was transformed into a kingdom of water, and the Xuan Turtle became the sole deity of the water kingdom, inviolable and invincible!

"Boundless eons!"

The Xuan Turtle hummed and slowly exhaled a breath towards the giant water sphere. In an instant, all the rivers in the canyon stopped, the clouds and mist contracted, and the cloud platform trembled. The water sphere shook more and more, and the blue waves rippled.

Rumble!

The void collapsed, and terrifying water pressure permeated everything within the water realm. The face of the Illusion Dragon True Monarch flushed red, and he barely raised his hand. Streams of red dragon souls surrounded him, but as soon as they appeared, they were shattered into pieces by the terrifying water pressure.

"Pfft pfft..."

Mouthfuls of blood spilled from the mouth of the Illusionary Dragon True Monarch. Under the terrifying water pressure, it was as if he was facing the weight of a vast ocean. His chest collapsed completely, and he collapsed to the ground, letting the water wash over him. His mouth, nose, internal organs, and everything else were violently rammed and destroyed by the raging water.

The injuries that had already been barely suppressed erupted at this moment. With both new and old wounds combined, True Monarch Illusion Dragon panicked and tried to raise his hand, but under the immense water pressure, he could not move an inch. All his supernatural powers shattered instantly.

The same supernatural power, but when Yu Changsheng uses it, it is completely different from when the Xuan Turtle uses it. In comparison, what Yu Changsheng uses can be described as a river pool covering the cloud platform, while the Xuan Turtle's attack can be described as a vast ocean covering the entire canyon.

In an instant, the rift valley was filled and transformed into a water kingdom, with only the enormous body of the Xuan Turtle floating on it, like a true god!

"No……"

Illusion Dragon True Monarch struggled violently, his body trembling. In this water kingdom, all his efforts were in vain. A feeling of suffocation came over him. At this moment, Illusion Dragon True Monarch seemed to have become a mortal. He could not mobilize his cultivation. His Purple Mansion body cracked under the terrifying water pressure. His bones were being ground down little by little, and intense pain kept coming.

However, the mental anguish was even more agonizing, and a sense of despair brewed in the eyes of the Illusionary Dragon True Lord.

As True Lord Illusion Dragon said, the Water Kingdom's Immeasurable Calamity was indeed a divine power that Yu Changsheng, with his cultivation level, could hardly unleash its true power. However, when the Xuan Turtle's true form personally performed it, it was a completely different story. True Lord Illusion Dragon, in his current state, simply could not withstand it.

And so, fear and despair, at this moment, swept over the mind of the Illusionary Dragon True Lord like a tidal wave.

"What, you're scared now?"

Yu Changsheng walked lightly to the front of Huanlong Zhenjun as if walking on flat ground. Looking at Huanlong Zhenjun, who was unable to move and whose arm was beginning to be worn away, he asked with a smile, his eyes slightly amused.

The Illusionary Dragon True Monarch's expression faltered, then turned slightly agitated. Looking at Yu Changsheng, he struggled frantically, his lips moving with difficulty, finally managing to utter a few words:

"Spare me..."

"Spare your life?" Yu Changsheng picked at his ear, shook his head with an amused expression, looked down at Huanlong Zhenjun, pursed his lips, and chuckled softly:

"Spare you? Did you ever think of sparing me before? I'm afraid, I'm afraid Xuanlong will be lonely down there. Wouldn't it be better if you went and kept him company?"

Yu Changsheng gently tapped his forehead, exhaled a deep breath, and then his gaze suddenly sharpened. He reached out and summoned the Purple Spirit Emperor Sword, which radiated endless sharpness and sliced ​​through the water.

The Illusionary Dragon True Monarch suddenly opened his eyes wide, the fear and pleading in them reaching their peak at that moment.

"Hurry up, my strength won't last much longer, it's about to run out..."

The Xuan Turtle's weary voice echoed in Yu Changsheng's mind.

Without further hesitation, Yu Changsheng looked at the terrified Huanlong Zhenjun, and with the Purple Spirit Emperor Sword in his hand, he quickly cut a sword mark and plunged it into the heart. With a sharp twist, the sword energy erupted, ravaging Huanlong Zhenjun's body inside and out.

The expression of the Illusionary Dragon True Monarch suddenly froze. He turned his head with difficulty, and the light in his eyes slowly dissipated. He lost his anxiety, and his trembling body suddenly fell still. With the surging water around him, he was completely ground into ashes.

"Waaaaah..."

The sounds, as smooth as flowing water, gradually faded away. The enormous body of the Xuan Turtle eventually turned into a phantom and slowly dissipated. After a brief pause, the surrounding water returned to calm.

On the cloud platform, only Yu Changsheng remained standing.

Illusionary Dragon Lord has fallen!

"Alright, after this attack, I need to rest for a while. Be careful on your own from now on."

Inside the inner realm, the Xuan Turtle wearily gave a brief explanation before curling into a ball, slowly closing its beastly eyes, its aura waning at that moment.

"Okay, that's it."

Yu Changsheng collapsed to the ground, letting out a long breath. After wiping the sweat from his forehead, his mind finally relaxed.

"No, it's not over yet."

His gaze turned to the direction of the Myriad Manifestations Sect outside the Cloud Platform. That half of the sky had been dyed red by various beast-taming and Purple Mansion True Monarch spells.

Even if he lured away and successfully killed the Illusion Dragon True Monarch, the crisis of the Myriad Manifestations Sect would not be resolved. Elder Wei's cultivation had not recovered and he still had old injuries. After a long battle, the enemy would definitely seize the opportunity. Moreover, the cultivators of the Dark Current and the Yang family would avoid the Purple Mansion and frantically kill the disciples of the Myriad Manifestations Sect.

"I have to hurry over there!" Yu Changsheng felt a chill in his heart, then took to the air and gritted his teeth as he rushed outside.

Even without the help of the Xuan Turtle, he still has the Crimson Hell Dragon, the Colorful Star Deer, the Golden-Winged Eagle, and the Purple Spirit Emperor. With the help of the Four Extremes Spirit Beast Formation, even if he cannot fight against the Purple Mansion, he can hold them off or wait for an opportunity to strike from the edge and seize the chance to severely injure another one.

Only then will the scales of victory truly tip.

Outside of the Myriad Manifestations Sect.

Dark clouds rolled in the sky. Yuan Menghua stood with his sword in hand, traces of blood left on the blade. His weathered eyes were slightly closed as he stared intently at the enemy before him.

"Cough cough cough, as expected of the peak of the Purple Mansion realm. Even with depleted blood and qi and nearing the end of life, the sharpness of this sword is extraordinary. It's just a pity that it's not enough to kill me, hehehe."

Yang Ninghong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then burst into laughter.

"It would be exhilarating to fight against a peak Purple Mansion cultivator, but today your Myriad Manifestations Sect is doomed."

Yuan Menghua's old eyes opened slightly, his voice weak, but his tone was extremely firm as he said, "My Myriad Manifestations Sect has a history of over a thousand years and was once a sacred land of Wuzhou. What crisis haven't we seen? You think you can destroy our sect? You are delusional."

"Even on my deathbed, I can take you away with a single sword strike."

Yang Ninghong glanced down at the sword wound on his body and the ripped robe he had just worn, then laughed loudly, "Indeed, but do you dare to die?"

"If you die, the Myriad Manifestations Sect will never have another peak Purple Mansion cultivator again. Even if they survive this tribulation, they will not survive the future battle between Qingzhou and Wuzhou."

Yuan Menghua remained silent, gripped her sword tightly, and then used a small amount of her magic power to slash at her opponent, merging the three thousand sword shadows into one.

The sword light tore through the dark clouds, but it could not tear Yang Ninghong apart.

"Hahaha."

Yang Ninghong used his magic to defend himself while laughing loudly.

"Look below you! Those disciples of the Myriad Manifestations Sect are being slaughtered by us!"

"This magnificent Cloud Mist Mountain Range will change hands from this day forward!"

"This time, we'll be the only winners!"

"After the Myriad Manifestations Sect is expelled, the Yang family, the Spirit Dragon Sect, and the Dark Current will divide your wealth and use your corpses as a springboard for further cultivation!"

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Yuan Menghua continued her attack, but her offensive grew weaker and weaker.

The words spoken by the other party were psychological, but they were also true. He dared not use his swordsmanship any further, or even go all out, because he was the only backer of the Myriad Manifestations Sect at present.

If he is lost, the Myriad Manifestations Sect will surely perish in this calamity!

"Now, we have no choice but to have Elder Wei lead his disciples away from the battlefield as soon as possible."

Yuan Menghua scanned the area below with her divine sense and frowned.

This gave Yang Ninghong an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

"You dare to be distracted while fighting me? You're asking for death!"

Yang Ninghong shouted, and a needle-shaped magic weapon flew out of his hand, piercing towards Yuan Menghua's head at an extremely fast speed.

A flash of red light appeared. Yuan Menghua's body was not as strong as it used to be. Even if she sensed it in advance, she could not completely dodge it. She had no choice but to turn her head and raise her sword, releasing a burst of sword energy.

"puff!"

A small amount of blood splattered in the air. Yuan Menghua's wrinkled face was stabbed, and a scorching magical power even burned into his body through the wound, causing his already scarce blood and energy to deplete rapidly.

"Hahaha, it seems that even the peak of the Purple Mansion realm is nothing special!" Yang Ninghong laughed loudly as victory was in sight. "My Nine-Pecked Needles are made from the long beak of the Flame Witch Bird and contain fire poison. They are perfect for dealing with True Monarchs like you who don't have much lifespan left."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Menghua raised a hand and pressed it against the wound on her face. Pure white magic burned for a moment, stopping a small amount of the fire poison.

But as long as Yang Ninghong doesn't die, the fire poison won't be suppressed for long; on the contrary, it will become increasingly difficult to control as he fights.

He watched the nine needles flash by with his old eyes, wondering how to break free from this predicament.

In his youth, he was a genius of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, shining brightly. However, after reaching the Purple Mansion level, his advantages in talent and spiritual roots gradually diminished, and he needed more opportunities!

Cultivating immortality requires wealth, methods, companions, and land; the Myriad Manifestations Sect barely manages to occupy one piece of land.

He also thought about going out, leaving the five continents of the Eastern Wilderness, and seeking opportunities in more distant places. However, by then he was already the strongest in the sect and had to suppress the petty people in Wuzhou so that his disciples could develop with the help of the sect, just like his master who sheltered him from the wind and rain back then.

So in the end, he was trapped and died here. After reaching the peak of the Purple Mansion realm, he could not advance any further, and he could not even touch the threshold of the so-called Divine Transformation realm.

Looking back now, the realm of godhood was just an unattainable dream.

"The person I admire most in my life is Senior Brother Cao. It's just a pity that I was not born in the same era as him and did not witness his amazing swordsmanship. Otherwise, my swordsmanship and swordsmanship might have been able to advance even further."

Yuan Menghua felt a pang of sadness.

His talent was inferior to Cao Jinxian's, and his swordsmanship was also inferior.

Although Cao Jinxian was called a traitor, a taboo, and the culprit for the decline of Beast Taming Peak by the Myriad Manifestations Sect, it did not diminish his brilliance.

After all, he was an unparalleled genius in the history of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, whose creation of the methods elevated the Daoist arts of the Sword Control Peak and Beast Control Peak to a new level. If he were to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, he would be the only one to be respected in the five continents of the Eastern Wilderness.

"What a pity."

"The path to becoming a god is beyond my reach."

"The Myriad Manifestations Sect is facing a difficult calamity. Please forgive me, Ancestors, for being unable to lead the sect to glory once again."

Yuan Menghua held the sword, her heart filled with despair.

He had already felt his own powerlessness, and it seemed as if he could see the end of the Myriad Manifestations Sect in this calamity.

"Hahaha, why bother living a wretched life?" Yang Ninghong laughed, knowing from Yuan Menghua's state that his psychological tactics had worked.

Otherwise, even if it were a peak Purple Mansion cultivator nearing the end of his lifespan, it would take many more steps, and he might even have to be seriously injured to kill him.

But for those at the peak of the Purple Mansion realm who are utterly despondent, the problem is much easier to solve.

"when!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

Yuan Menghua blocked the attack of the Nine Needles. Her divine sense saw many disciples of the Myriad Manifestations Sect being bullied and killed. She felt grief in her heart, but she was powerless to change the outcome.

As for Elder Wei, he was already severely injured. Even if he could kill those two Purple Mansion True Monarchs, the disciples of the Myriad Manifestations Sect would be almost entirely wiped out by other cultivators, rendering the Myriad Manifestations Sect a mere shell of its former self.

Relying solely on the Purple Mansion is insufficient to rebuild or revitalize the Myriad Manifestations Sect. Therefore, the disciples are the sect's future hope.

"Um?"

Yuan Menghua's eyes, which had been filled with despair, suddenly lit up.

"That's Elder Wei's disciple. Didn't he lure away True Monarch Illusion Dragon? Why?"

"Where is True Monarch Illusionary Dragon, and here he appears? Could it be..."

"He killed a Purple Mansion cultivator?!"

Yuan Menghua was deeply shocked. (End of Chapter)