From Paper Craftsman to World-Suppressing Immortal

With a deafening roar, the heavy stone gate slammed down with tremendous force, completely sealing off the narrow underground palace passage. In doing so, the stone gate also completely separated Zhang Zhixuan from Daoist Lingxu and the others.

Zhang Zhixuan was forced to be alone.

"Damn it!" Zhang Zhixuan cursed under his breath, placing his hand on the cold, hard stone surface. The stone gate had a faint dark sheen, with faint witchcraft symbols flowing around it. This stone was clearly a product of special refining.

"Layman Zhang, how are you?" Pei Shouzhen's anxious voice came from the other side of the stone gate.

"I'm fine. How are things over there?" Zhang Zhixuan asked.

"We're alright too. Step back a bit, I'll break open this stone gate..."

As soon as Pei Shouzhen finished speaking, a dull thud echoed as the iron rod struck the stone surface. With each heavy blow from the iron rod in his hand, dust and gravel fell from the stone wall, yet the stone gate remained completely still, without a single crack.

"This thing is getting in the way." Zhang Zhixuan frowned as he looked at the hard stone gate in front of him, but what worried him most was not the trouble in front of him, but what was behind him.

Sure enough, a sinister laugh came from the direction of the Blood Pool, followed by his hoarse and unpleasant voice: "Zhang Zhixuan, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

What's meant to happen, you can't escape.

Zhang Zhixuan muttered to himself, took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. At this moment, his mind calmed down. He casually summoned all the paper puppets around him to line up for battle, and stepped out of the dark passage of the underground palace, facing the high priest of witchcraft in the blood pool of the altar alone.

Zhang Zhixuan stood at the edge of the huge altar, guarded by numerous paper puppets. His gaze swept over the gruesome, withered corpses tied to the altar's stone pillars, then over the huge stone coffin and decaying blood flowers in the blood pool, before finally looking at the high priest of witchcraft sitting cross-legged in the center of the blood pool.

"Enjoy this beautiful scenery, Zhang Zhixuan. Before long, you will be one of them, the final key to unlock the sacrifice..."

The high priest of witchcraft slowly rose from the altar in the center of the blood pool, and as he spoke, he lifted the green robe hood covering his face, revealing an unusually young face.

Zhang Zhixuan stared intently at the face of the high priest of witchcraft, his brows furrowed, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He had seen this face before; it was none other than Little Tiger, who had served as an accomplice to those bandits.

"So it was you. You're quite well-preserved for your age. Not only can you play the role of a young person, but you're also quite a good actor," Zhang Zhixuan said with a smirk.

The witchcraft marks on the high priest's face glowed with an eerie red light under the blood-red glow. He chuckled and said, "I've been waiting on the road for a long time. I'm just having some fun with a few dead ghosts. If it weren't for you that day, everyone would have been sacrificed to refine their souls."

"Wait? What are you waiting for? Me?"

"Of course, the Goddess of Flowers told me that you are the pure Yang body that the master craves, a rare find in a hundred years. This is not something to be taken lightly, and I need to confirm it myself."

Zhang Zhixuan was not surprised by the other party's answer, which also confirmed his own thoughts. That day, the Goddess of Flowers possessed the paper woman he made and had indeed set her sights on this physical body. From that moment on, he had already been targeted.

"Oh? With your strength, why didn't you make a move back then? Why did you go to all this trouble to lure me here?"

The high priest of witchcraft stroked the skull at the top of the bone staff in his hand and said, "This grand sacrifice requires the right time, place, and people. We have already spent a hundred years preparing, so waiting a little longer is no problem. However, you have surprised us. In just over ten days, you have grown so much. Hmm, a pure yang body that is rare in a hundred years. You will not disappoint us."

"Haha, I'm really strong now! You bunch of inhuman bastards actually dare to mess with me?" Zhang Zhixuan said this without any confidence in his heart, relying entirely on his bravado.

The high priest of witchcraft let out a disdainful laugh: "Your growth has indeed surprised us, but it is even more wonderful. The Lord needs your pure yang body. It is a good thing that you can activate your innate spiritual light on your own!" As he spoke, the high priest of witchcraft stepped down from the stone platform. His feet touched the surface of the blood pool, but he did not sink. The foul-smelling blood water rippled under his feet, and countless tiny Gu worms swam and moved in the ripples.

Zhang Zhixuan carefully observed the other party's every move, gripped his magic sword tightly, and asked, "So, who exactly is your master?"

"My master! A peerless genius, unparalleled in a thousand years, has cultivated an indestructible soul body. When she awakens, the entire world will kneel in submission!"

"If she was so arrogant, and her soul wasn't destroyed, then how did she die?" Zhang Zhixuan looked at the huge stone coffin in the blood pool, covered with yellow talismans and tightly bound by heavy iron chains.

"Death? What a joke! My lord is merely sealed within a stone coffin; she attained immortality a hundred years ago!"

The high priest spoke slowly, his voice deep: "In the sixteenth year of Emperor Wuzong of Ming, Zhou Huaiyuan's family of thirty-seven people died overnight in Panlong Mountain Villa. It was the work of my lord. She took a fancy to Panlong Mountain, a natural place for nourishing Yin, and used it to cultivate the supernatural power of the immortal soul. The souls of those thirty-seven people became her first batch of nourishment."

"From then on, my lord lay dormant here, using the Yin-Nourishing Land to refine and sacrifice a large number of living souls. Over several years, she consumed countless living souls and essence blood to cultivate, finally achieving an indestructible soul body and attaining great supernatural powers!"

"Unfortunately, the matter was taken too far, attracting attention from many sides and leading to a siege by the Wu Ming court and the entire Imperial Law Realm. In the end, the current Grand Celestial Master of the Longhu Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion personally intervened, joining forces with several of the greatest supernatural beings of the time. Even then, they could only seal their master inside this stone coffin. No one can destroy her indestructible soul!"

The high priest of witchcraft walked to the stone coffin, a pious expression on his face: "The Goddess of Flowers and I have followed our lord for a hundred years and have never given up the idea of ​​unsealing him. We have traveled all over the country, searching for all kinds of ancient books and secret manuals. Finally, we learned about the Great Black Heaven Reincarnation Technique from a esoteric master of the Qingman Dynasty."

"This secret technique requires the refining and sacrificing of 9,999 living souls into a human spirit pill, then finding 16 pure Yin bodies to serve as the corners of the grand formation, and finally a pure Yang body as the key. With the unity of heaven, earth, and man, it can not only help the master break free from the seal, but also achieve ultimate immortality and eternal existence!"

He whirled around, pointing at Zhang Zhixuan, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism: "And you, Zhang Zhixuan! You are the key to the once-in-a-century Pure Yang Body!"

"As long as you cooperate obediently, you can become an immortal part of the Lord!"

"How about it, Zhang Zhixuan? Such an extraordinary opportunity is rare in this world! With your mere physical body, you will become a truly immortal god! At that time, everything in the world will have to look up to your divine countenance! What an honor, what a greatness!"

Zhang Zhixuan scoffed, "You're really talking about the greatness of cryptocurrency! It's a shame you're not giving speeches."

After saying that, Zhang Zhixuan spat at the high priest of witchcraft and cursed, "Go to hell! I won't agree to this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Zhixuan used the four talismans of wind, fire, thunder, and lightning. At the same time, the paper fairy, the six paper puppet soldiers, and the four symbol puppets moved together and launched a fierce attack on the high priest of witchcraft!