Gou Zai Sect Beast Taming Longevity

"shake!!"

The silver light dissipated, the sacrificial mirror was blasted away, and the dazzling rainbow sword slashed through, finally striking Huangfu Yuanji hard.

Huangpu Yuanji's expression was one of astonishment and confusion, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes, until the sword light pierced through his waist, and blood dripped down little by little. He looked down in disbelief, a sword mark appearing, the power of annihilation erupting within his body, rapidly destroying his internal organs, and his life force was rapidly slipping away.

"How could this be...?"

Huangpu Yuan was extremely surprised, disbelief lingering on his aged face. He looked up at the panting Yu Changsheng and smiled bitterly.

Having expended a great deal of his life force to use the Sacrifice Mirror, he was already at his wit's end and powerless to resist Yu Changsheng's all-out sword strike. This strike completely extinguished his life force, leaving him already on the verge of collapse.

What was also slain was his invincible Dao heart.

"call……"

With a single sword strike, Yu Changsheng's face instantly turned pale, and he was almost completely exhausted. The Myriad Spirits Technique circulated wildly, replenishing the mana within his body. The three Purple Mansion Gates closed, absorbing the power of heaven and earth to restore his condition.

Yu Changsheng let out a long breath, took out two fourth-grade pills from his storage bag, and swallowed them without hesitation. A rich vitality immediately exploded in his body, turning into healing power that enveloped Yu Changsheng's limbs and bones.

Immediately, the flesh and blood of the legs that had been erased began to wriggle, and soon granulation tissue grew back.

Once one's cultivation reaches the Purple Mansion level, limb regeneration is a very common occurrence, unless a vital organ is injured. It's just that the effect of the Body-Sacrificing Mirror previously prevented limb regeneration.

Now that the Sacrifice Mirror was no longer effective, and with the help of two fourth-tier pills, Yu Changsheng's injuries recovered quickly.

As for Huangpu Yuanji, his life force had been completely exhausted. In addition, Yu Changsheng's sword had almost destroyed half of his physical body, and his internal organs had also been shattered. His injuries were so severe that there was no hope of recovery.

Huangpu Yuanji himself was aware of this, and he could only smile bitterly. Looking at Yu Changsheng, his eyes were full of resentment, his pale face quickly turned ashen, and the light in his eyes was rapidly dimming.

Finally, when the sword energy within his body raged and completely extinguished the last vestige of life, Huangpu Yuanji seemed to find peace and gave Yu Changsheng a deep look.

"Yu Changsheng, I will remember you. We will meet again in the future, so please don't die..."

As Huangpu Yuanji spoke, his voice grew softer and softer. When he finished speaking, the light in his eyes went out completely, his life force vanished, and he never reacted again.

"Ang ang ang!!"

The imperial dragon appeared, coiling around Huangfu Yuanji's body. With a mournful cry, it was no longer vigorous, but aged in an instant. Its head drooped, and its eyes were filled with sorrow and grayness. Finally, it turned into golden light spots and slowly dissipated between heaven and earth.

The imperial fortune dissipated, life vanished, and Huangpu Yuanji perished!

Or rather, partially perished.

"We'll meet again someday..."

Yu Changsheng, supporting himself with one hand on the Purple Spirit Emperor Sword, frowned slightly upon hearing this, seemingly lost in thought.

"The cause and effect on this body is not right. Although he has clearly perished, the main thread has not been broken. It seems that Huangpu Yuanji has not truly perished. This body is just a Dao body."

The voice of the Xuan Turtle rang in Yu Changsheng's mind at just the right moment, revealing a hint of weakness and surprise in its tone, answering Yu Changsheng's doubts.

"This guy is no ordinary person. But to cultivate his Dao body to this level, with flesh and blood, it seems he paid a heavy price."

"Although his physical body is gone, the fall of his Dao body will surely make you suffer. The backlash will be enough to give him a hard time."

Yu Changsheng remained silent, nodded, took a deep breath, and then spoke softly:

"It's alright. The result will be the same next time we encounter him. If we can kill his Dao body, then we can also sever his physical body. It's just a matter of when."

"Hehe." The black tortoise chuckled and nodded in satisfaction.

"He bears the shadow of the Holy Land; his true form must be within the Holy Land."

"A holy site?"

Yu Changsheng looked up, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through the abyss and see the outside world clearly. Finally, he grinned, a hint of contempt in his eyes.

"Are people actually looking forward to it?"

As he spoke, Yu Changsheng flicked his finger, and a ball of flame shot out, thoroughly cleaning up Huangpu Yuanji's corpse. Then, he reached out and grabbed Huangpu Yuanji's storage bag and the sacrificial mirror that had been knocked away.

The sacrificial mirror, now calm again after the fall of Huangfu Yuanji, is covered with the marks of time. The surface of the ancient bronze mirror is riddled with cracks, which are shocking to behold. Only the faint shimmering light reveals that this mirror is not simple.

"It's a great tool, but unfortunately it won't be used many times."

Yu Changsheng held the sacrificial mirror in his hand and examined it carefully. A glint flashed in his eyes as he gently touched the mirror, marveling at it.

This battle was a testament to Yu Changsheng's comprehensive abilities. If it were solely a matter of cultivation level, Yu Changsheng would not have won with such difficulty. After breaking through to the Purple Mansion realm, his strength had undergone a dramatic transformation. Yu Changsheng was confident that he could easily overpower Huangpu Yuanji, who had also just begun his Purple Mansion advancement.

This battle was not just about victory or defeat, but also about life and death. Huangpu Yuanji fought desperately, unleashing his full power, which is why he brought so many obstacles to Yu Changsheng.

On the other hand, the opponent's magical treasures were truly extraordinary. Whether it was the azure Nine Nether Pearl or the Sacrifice Mirror, each one was a sharp weapon and extremely difficult to deal with.

Yu Changsheng had to admit that among his peers, Huangpu Yuanji was the most formidable prodigy he had ever encountered.

"This battle, however, has also brought me many gains. I have consolidated the realm I just broke through."

Yu Changsheng stretched out his palm, looked at it, and after a long while said softly, "This battle was not easy for me at all. It was dangerous, and every step could have led to my death."

It was in no way inferior to his battle with Huang Suyu when he was cultivating Qi, and his battle with Yang Chengxu when he was establishing his foundation. As for the Golden Core stage...

Yu Changsheng thought back and realized that he had spent the shortest time at the Golden Core realm and had been virtually invincible among his peers. If there was any opponent who truly posed such a great threat to him, there really wasn't one.

Fortunately, the final result of this battle was still acceptable to Yu Changsheng.

"Perfect timing, it's almost over. This trip to the Abyss has been quite enjoyable."

After carefully putting away the sacrificial mirror, Yu Changsheng smiled slightly, exhaled another breath of turbid air, and felt the fluctuations around him, as if he had been transported to another world.

In the abyss, if you don't count the three months in the Enlightenment Tower, it's only about a month at most, but for Yu Changsheng, this month was full of experiences.

His cultivation level has advanced rapidly from the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm to the Purple Mansion realm. Without such an opportunity, he doesn't know how long it would take him to reach that level if he continued to cultivate step by step.

"However, it's all thanks to my advancement to the Purple Mansion realm. Otherwise, if I had encountered Huangfu Yuanji, I would be the one who perished today."

"Cultivation, cultivation, it really does depend on fate."

Yu Changsheng was filled with mixed emotions, all of which ultimately turned into familial affection. He lowered his head and looked at the people in the abyss.

In the distance, Li Minghan and the others waved excitedly at Yu Changsheng, while Qiu Xing and the others remained silent with complicated expressions.

As for the cultivators from Qingzhou, their faces were ashen. Yu Changsheng ignored them, instead sensing the repulsive force around him and silently waiting.

The battle between the two exceeded the power of the Golden Core and Purple Mansion realms, reaching the limit of the Abyss Array. Therefore, it accelerated the closure of the array, and the repulsive force became stronger and stronger.

Gradually, the space became blurry and distorted. In the abyss, the light of the array flickered, and runes glowed faintly, connecting together. The dazzling light connected with the sky, and in all directions, the light enveloped the cultivators, including Yu Changsheng.

Teleportation beams began to connect to the abyss, sending everyone out.

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Meanwhile, Huangpu Yuanji fell from grace.

Somewhere in the sacred land of Mengyao, far from the two states.

At the summit of the sacred mountain, a place filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, where spiritual energy swirls into mist, and the sky is a dreamlike pink. Beneath the flowing clouds, cranes soar through the air, their calls echoing, soothing the soul.

Rare flowers and exotic plants are everywhere, like a fairyland. At the mountain peak, a figure sits cross-legged with his eyes closed. With each breath, the surrounding spiritual energy surges and swirls, flowing into his nose and mouth, gently swirling around his long black hair, revealing his handsome face.

This face belonged to a young man, exactly like Huangpu Yuanji, or rather, he was Huangpu Yuanji's true form, but just as Huangpu Yuanji's Dao body perished.

His originally rosy complexion suddenly turned pale, his eyes snapped open and closed abruptly, and he coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood!

"puff!!"

Blood splattered, covering the surrounding grass in crimson. But that wasn't all. The next moment, Huangfu Yuanji's body swayed unsteadily. He braced himself with one hand on the ground, grabbed a handful of soil, and drops of blood suddenly flowed from his mouth, nose, eyes, and seven orifices, blurring the world in his eyes.

The previously calm atmosphere suddenly swept across the area like a whirlwind, and a roar filled with hatred and anger erupted from its mouth, shaking the heavens and the earth!

"I! Long! Life!"

Boom!

Suddenly, the once peaceful sky was covered by dark clouds, and muffled thunder ripped through the sky, booming loudly.

The terrifying aura belonging to Huangpu Yuan swept across all directions without restraint. As his emotions fluctuated, thick, illusory chains appeared in the air, shattering the void. Their power and might reverberated, and the vast power stretched endlessly. Within a radius of a hundred miles, all was silent except for the echoing thunder and the unpredictable storm.

Such commotion immediately came from within the sacred land. Pairs of eyes looked in astonishment toward Huangpu Yuanji, sensing the storm brewing there. Their bewilderment deepened their awe and uncertainty.

That area... is in the direction of the Holy Mountain where the Holy Son of Yuanji resides. What's wrong with him? Why is he suddenly so angry?

"Could it be that within the Holy Land, who dares to provoke the Holy Son Yuanji?"

"Who is this Yu Changsheng? Does he even exist? Why have I never heard of him before..."

As countless disciples of the Holy Land were shocked and filled with various thoughts and uncertainties, Huangpu Yuanji, who was on the summit of the Holy Mountain, suddenly trembled violently. His hair was disheveled, and his breathing was disordered. He spat out mouthfuls of blood from his mouth and nose.

Waves of excruciating pain erupted from the depths of his soul, engulfing his entire body. His internal organs felt as if they were being torn apart. Under the intense pain, his body swayed, his hands gripping the ground tightly, his face contorted in pain, weak and ashen.

"Your Dao Body has perished... Yu Changsheng, is it? I, Huangfu Yuanji, will remember you!"

After a long while, when the pain subsided somewhat, Huangpu Yuan breathed weakly, his whole body drenched in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water, and he spoke softly with his head down.

His Dao body was unlike any ordinary clone; it was the result of countless efforts and rare treasures. Furthermore, it was created using an ancient cultivation technique as a guide, making its value immeasurable and crucial to his future cultivation path.

Among them, the Dao Body not only carries a part of his bloodline and the dynasty's fortune, but even a part of his soul is separated into the Dao Body. To some extent, this Dao Body is also an independent self with different thoughts.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have risked overdrawing his life force and lifespan for Yu Changsheng; in his own eyes, this was completely not worth it.

Therefore, the fall of his Dao body had a tremendous backlash on him. Not only did his cultivation level plummet and he was severely injured in an instant, but the feeling of death from his Dao body also erupted simultaneously on his physical body.

The pain was so intense that Huangpu Yuanji almost lost consciousness.

"I originally planned to wait until my Dao Body merged with me in the future, at which point the two would become one... thereby breaking through the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage."

"Now that your Dao body has perished and your path to enlightenment is fraught with difficulties... Yu Changsheng, this is an act of obstruction to your path, an irreconcilable enmity! You'd better live, live and wait for me to come and take your dog's life myself!"

Huangpu Yuan roared in a low voice, his words suppressing an extreme killing intent. His tone was weak, but his words sent chills down one's spine.

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Back to Yu Changsheng's side, in the abyss, the formation shook, and beams of guiding light enveloped everyone in the abyss, guiding them to soar into the sky, break through the restrictions, and fly upwards.

After the light faded and the world spun around him, Yu Changsheng opened his eyes again. The concentration of spiritual energy around him had greatly decreased, and he had returned from inside the abyss to the rainbow spanning the two sides of the abyss.

One by one, figures emerged from the rainbow, including Meng Wu'an, Li Minghan, Qiu Xing, and other cultivators from the six sects. Their gazes were complex, and they looked at Yu Changsheng with awe. In the end, they remained silent and bowed deeply with clasped hands.

"Um."

Yu Changsheng nodded calmly, his gaze sweeping over everyone, pausing briefly on the members of the Myriad Manifestations Sect. Seeing that everything was safe and sound, he smiled slightly. (End of Chapter)