Gou Zai Sect Beast Taming Longevity

Regarding the Dark Abyss Bats, Qiu Xing was indeed not lying. Such a thing had never happened before when he went up and down the Falling Cliff Platform, so Qiu Xing was unprepared and paid a considerable price.

And these things, which naturally emerged from Huangpu Wushuang's words, were Huangpu Wushuang's doing.

As the three talked, their thoughts differed, and their purposes gradually became clear as they spoke.

As time passed, after the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, when the molten lava surrounding the scorched island began to boil, waves of heat surged and distorted the surrounding space, attracting spiritual energy which gathered together to form fiery spiritual energy storms.

Huangpu Wushuang, who was at the very center of the island, brightened up slightly, looked up at the spiritual energy storm above his head, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"It's almost time, the moment has come."

As the murmur faded, Huangpu Wushuang suddenly turned around, looking at the group of Wuzhou cultivators behind him who were being held captive, kneeling on the ground, struggling and wailing. His gaze was indifferent, but a hint of pity flashed across his face as he spoke softly:

"It's so noisy, it's really annoying."

"Since that's the case, I won't torment you any longer. I'll just send you on your way."

After saying that, Huangpu Wushuang's face suddenly turned cold, and he waved his hand lightly towards the Qingzhou cultivators who were holding a group of Wuzhou cultivators captive.

Then, the Qingzhou cultivator grinned maliciously, and a series of precious swords appeared in his hand, gleaming coldly, and were placed against the neck of the Wuzhou cultivator.

The biting cold instantly swept over the entire body and mind of the cultivators in Wuzhou. Their expressions changed drastically, and the terror in their eyes reached its peak. Their bodies trembled, and they cried out.

"No, I don't want to die!"

"No, this can't be! I am a prodigy of the Overlord Sect, I cannot die here! Please, spare my life, even if it means serving you like a slave..."

"I'm willing to be your slave, your dog, please spare my life! I'm useful..."

"Hahahaha, Huangpu Yuanji, you will die a horrible death... Sooner or later, I, the cultivators of Wuzhou, will kick you off your pedestal, quench your head and burn your soul. I will be waiting for you in the netherworld..."

.........

For a time, cries for mercy, sobs, and angry curses rose and fell, reaching their peak. In the final moment of life and death, everyone vented their unhappiness and terror, appearing as if they had gone mad.

Unfortunately, all of this was to no avail. Huangpu Wushuang could not stir any emotion in him. He just looked at them coldly and expressionlessly, his fingers transforming and pressing down on the dark earth.

"Buzzing..."

The earth trembled slightly, and as Huangpu Wushuang's palm became the center, layers of dense and mysterious dark red array patterns emerged, emitting a faint scarlet light and a faint bloody aura.

The array patterns were vast, some combed, some dense, spreading continuously and almost covering the entire dark island. The profound meaning spread to the sky, causing the storm of fire and spiritual energy above the island to tremble slightly, while the flowing river of molten lava around it gently surged.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

A fierce wind, carrying a wave of heat, suddenly swept over in gusts, howling and mingling with the sobs and cries of the Wuzhou cultivators, echoing throughout the island. In an instant, a suffocating and oppressive atmosphere swept in.

The commotion reached Huangpu Yuanji's ears and caused a slight change in his expression for the first time. He frowned slightly and looked at the group of Wuzhou cultivators kneeling on the ground.

Huangpu Wushuang chuckled softly, then bit down hard on his finger. A stream of blood flowed out, running down the dark red array patterns on the ground and giving them an eerie appearance.

Huangpu Wushuang's face turned visibly pale. After exhaling a deep breath, he quickly traced something on the ground with his fingers stained with his own blood. With his other hand, he kept patting his storage bag, and pieces of various materials, emitting a faint light, were inlaid into specific positions of the array patterns using a specific technique.

And so, a hazy, blood-red light faintly enveloped the place.

Only after burying all the materials did Huangpu Wushuang raise his head, purse his lips, grit his teeth, and let out a low growl at the group of Qingzhou people who were holding Wuzhou cultivators captive.

"cut!"

In an instant, the merciless blade flashed, reflecting the terrified, pale faces of the Wuzhou prodigies. Blood splattered, and the cries of agony ceased abruptly.

"Waaaaah..."

A chilling wind blew, carrying an even stronger stench of blood. One by one, the corpses of the Wuzhou prodigies fell to the ground, their eyes wide open in fury, dying with unresolved grievances. As they landed on the dark earth, the dark red array patterns etched on the ground seemed to come alive, eerily leaping onto the corpses of these Wuzhou prodigies, spreading continuously and greedily absorbing their essence.

As a result, blood flowed wildly from the corpse, running along the array patterns. In an instant, the array patterns erupted with a violent and eerie red light, illuminating the area.

The corpses were visibly decomposed rapidly, their blood drained, and their flesh dissolved, being devoured by the strange array patterns. Even their souls and magical power were not spared under the cover of these patterns, leaving only lifeless souls wailing mournfully, which became nourishment.

An eerie aura spread at this moment. Dark red array patterns, like giant serpents devouring human souls, crawled ferociously, their blood-red mouths wide open, greedily devouring everything, which was extremely strange.

As a result, the formation seemed to come alive, becoming increasingly lifelike and eerie.

Meanwhile, in Huangpu Wushuang's palm, a series of fine, dark red array patterns strangely appeared. The bright red light spread from his palm to his arm and finally appeared deep in Huangpu Wushuang's pupils.

Huangpu Wushuang's demeanor also changed abruptly. A hint of excitement appeared in his cold expression. He licked his lips, and a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes. His entire demeanor seemed to have suddenly fallen from that of a refined gentleman to that of a demon.

This scene looked incredibly eerie, causing Huangpu Dongming, who was quietly watching from the side, to feel a jolt in his heart. Even Huangpu Yuanji gave Huangpu Wushuang a meaningful look.

"This formation..." Huangpu Dongming's eyes narrowed, a hint of seriousness appearing on his face. A sense of apprehension flashed through his mind. After a long pause, he slightly pursed his lips, gave Huangpu Wushuang a faint smile, and said:

"Seventh Brother's mastery of formations is becoming increasingly unfathomable. Anyone who accidentally falls into his hands in the future will likely suffer a terrible fate."

Upon hearing this, Huangpu Wushuang glanced indifferently at Huangpu Dongming without speaking. His gaze then darkened, and he exhaled a long, drawn-out breath, which transformed into a beam of white light that landed on the array patterns on the ground. At the same time, he murmured:

"With heart's blood as the guide, the Dao as the connection, and the blood and flesh of all living beings as sustenance, we gather immense power!"

"The storm transforms into a vortex, spiritual energy surges forth; heed my command, the Tower of Enlightenment appears!"

The voice was a murmur, indistinct and barely audible at first, but it gradually grew into a terrifying heavenly might. Thunder shook the heavens, and in an instant, the red light of the array swept across the sky, and the stench of blood permeated the clouds.

And so, the winds rose and the blood flowing on the earth quickly dried up. Array patterns, like serpents, came to life, swirling eerily and attracting the fiery spiritual energy storm in the sky, transforming it into a huge vortex that surged wildly into a certain place in the void.

In an instant, it was as if an invisible black hole appeared, swallowing everything. The magma surrounding the island also trembled. Streams of magma turned into long dragons of fire, swirling in the air and converging at a single point. Intense red light enveloped the sky, and faintly, a broken blood moon appeared.

As the hazy light of the blood moon fell, the void where the black hole was located began to twist and collapse, and the faint phantom of a towering tower appeared.

The tower has nine stories. To the naked eye, it is not particularly tall, but to human perception, it seems to soar into the clouds, standing majestically and exuding boundless power, as if it could suppress the ages. A layer of hazy light covers the tower, making it impossible to see its exact appearance. One can only perceive a general outline in one's mind.

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As the tower appeared, the void roared and began to collapse, seemingly unable to withstand the force. The surrounding spiritual energy, including flames and magma, surged wildly into it, converging on the tower's illusory form. The enormous tower's illusory form slowly solidified from its illusion, as if it had been salvaged from the river of time, rippling across the present world. Its terrifying, ancient aura transcended time and space, becoming increasingly tangible.

"The Tower of Enlightenment..."

Huangpu Wushuang's eyes were filled with a hint of infatuation as he murmured softly. Huangpu Dongming's eyes narrowed, and a hint of madness flashed in them. Even Huangpu Yuanji couldn't help but show a hint of longing and excitement on his face.

Boom!

The booming sound continued, and Huangpu Wushuang's fingers flew rapidly, constantly changing, and the layers of array patterns on the ground also came to life, their ends connecting to the Enlightenment Tower, accelerating the formation of the Enlightenment Tower.

"The flesh, blood, cultivation, and even souls of thirty Golden Core prodigies were sacrificed to create this formation, drawing upon Daoist principles and spiritual energy. Wasn't this all to make the Enlightenment Tower appear sooner rather than later... to prevent any unforeseen complications? Now, it's finally about to be realized."

Huangpu Wushuang murmured softly, chuckled lightly, then suddenly turned his head to look at a certain spot on the edge of the distant island, and said calmly:

"I think that old thing that's been hiding there watching for so long, sneaking around like a spectator, should come out by now, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the void that Huangpu Wushuang was looking at began to shift and distort. A blurry figure slowly emerged, followed by a deep, sinister laugh that echoed through the air.

"Hahaha, you youngsters are quite perceptive. I thought I could keep it from you forever? It seems I underestimated you. It's been quite a while since I've encountered anyone from Qingzhou."

Looking in the direction of the voice, the speaker was a middle-aged cultivator with a slightly hunched back. His face was ferocious, with a long scar across his cheek. Although he looked middle-aged, his face was full of wrinkles, and his hair was gray and sparse. A heavy, lingering aura of old age enveloped his entire body, clearly indicating that he did not have much time left to live.

His voice carried an unmistakable weariness and hoarseness. His robes, worn and faded with age, were slightly tattered. His lips were chapped, and his eyes were dry and bloodshot. At this moment, an unnamed flame was burning fiercely within him as he stared intently at Huangpu Wushuang and the other two, a surge of excitement spreading across his face.

"I have been trapped in this dark abyss for so long that I have long forgotten what year it is. I thought I would just drift through life and die in a daze. But now, your appearance has done me a great favor..."

Gong Yuansi spoke in a hoarse voice, a smile appearing on his old face. His gaze swept over Huangpu Wushuang and the other two, pausing for a moment on Huangpu Yuanji, before he chuckled and said:

"The legend of the Enlightenment Tower is indeed true. After searching for so long, I have finally come across it. Within the abyss, the laws are not manifest, and it is difficult to form a Purple Mansion. But with the help of the Enlightenment Tower, all of these problems can be easily solved."

"After waiting for so long, I've finally got my chance. If I can enter the Enlightenment Tower and transform my accumulated knowledge over the past few hundred years into the foundation for breaking through to the Purple Mansion realm, not only will my lifespan be extended, solving my immediate crisis, but I can also use this opportunity to possess one of you and escape this hellish place... Hahahaha..."

Before Gong Yuansi could finish speaking, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, but his laughter sounded somewhat gloomy and hoarse, making people uncomfortable.

"Judging from your attire, you are all members of the Qingzhou royal family. Indeed, possessing your bodies is just what I need... It's not beneath your status that I've taken a liking to you."

Gong Yuansi spoke in a gloomy tone, his eyes like eagle hooks fixedly scanning the three people. He subconsciously licked his lips, ignoring the fourteen Golden Core guards besides the three.

"Interesting. A criminal who was exiled many years ago has come to his death on his own initiative. He's not very strong, but he's got quite the nerve."

Huangpu Dongming clicked his tongue in amazement, his gaze sweeping over Gong Yuansi with disbelief.

"You're so old and you still can't bear to be buried. It's really tough on you. You old geezer, you're really stubborn."

The sarcasm in the words was unmistakable, yet it did not elicit any change in Gong Yuansi's expression. He simply spoke in a low voice:

"You sharp-tongued brats, I hope you'll still be laughing soon! I'll gladly accept the Enlightenment Tower that you painstakingly summoned."

Gong Yuansi gave a cold laugh, and a blush suddenly appeared on his aged face. After taking a deep breath, he took a step forward, and an aura that surpassed the Golden Core stage and was comparable to the Purple Mansion stage instantly rose into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds!

sizzle...

Gong Yuansi frowned, his body suddenly swelled, and his form underwent a stunning reversal. In an instant, his hair and hair were concealed, and all his energy and spirit were mobilized. Three strange flower phantoms faintly appeared above his head, with thousands of threads hanging down, connecting Gong Yuansi's entire body. (End of this chapter)