From Paper Craftsman to World-Suppressing Immortal

The paper fairy, possessed by a demon, unleashed a terrifying demonic aura that swept across the entire area. With every gesture, it slayed corpse puppets and destroyed Gu worms. Even the high priest of witchcraft was sent flying by a violent punch from the demonized paper fairy, coughing up blood.

At this moment, the demonic paper immortal grasped the air and a giant white paper sword materialized in his hand. Then, he unleashed a fierce and powerful sword strike towards the high priest of witchcraft, slashing down on him!

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The high priest of witchcraft felt an unprecedented threat of death, screamed in terror, and desperately tried to resist using all means possible.

However, all these methods yielded little result.

Finally, the greatsword slashed down to the top of his head, breaking through the high priest's last defense. In the blink of an eye, the blade had already penetrated three-tenths of an inch into his flesh. If it continued to strike downwards, the high priest would surely be cleaved in two on the spot!

Just then, the giant white paper sword suddenly turned into ashes that scattered and fell to the ground. At the same time, the massive body of the demonized paper fairy began to disintegrate rapidly. The white paper body was burned by flames, and its raging eyes regained a sliver of clarity. Looking at the great enemy before it, it felt unwilling, helpless, and angry. With its last glance, the paper fairy looked at Zhang Zhixuan.

"Your time has come. Go now." Zhang Zhixuan sighed helplessly. As soon as he finished speaking, the paper fairy turned into ashes and vanished completely.

The Paper Fairy's possession of demonic energy had also greatly depleted Zhang Zhixuan's vital energy. After persevering to the very last second, a strong sense of exhaustion overwhelmed him. Zhang Zhixuan felt swaying and could barely stand.

The high priest of witchcraft, who had narrowly escaped death, was still shaken. He lay sprawled on the ground, not even bothering to wipe the blood streaming down his head, panting as he looked at the ashes of the paper fairy floating in the air.

After a few seconds, the High Priest of Sorcery finally came to his senses, his smugness overflowing. Looking at Zhang Zhixuan's nearly exhausted state, he couldn't help but laugh arrogantly, "Very good, very good, Zhang Zhixuan, to have pushed me to this point, I have to admit, your talent is extraordinary, and your innate supernatural abilities are indeed powerful. It's just a pity that this is the end of it. Now that you've used up all your tricks, nothing can threaten me anymore!"

Having said that, the high priest glanced at the stone gate, smiled smugly, and strode towards Zhang Zhixuan: "The timing, location, and people are all in place. Zhang Zhixuan, may you depart in peace!"

As they spoke, the high priest of witchcraft gave the order, and the few remaining corpse puppets walked up to Zhang Zhixuan, roughly lifted him up, and quickly walked towards the center of the altar.

"Damn it, dead legs and dead hands! Move now..." Zhang Zhixuan cursed inwardly, feeling dizzy and weak all over. He couldn't even move and could only let himself be manipulated.

Soon, he was placed by the corpse puppet in the altar made of black stones, his hands and feet locked in shackles.

The high priest of witchcraft now held a sharp bone blade about the length of a forearm. He walked up to Zhang Zhixuan and slashed his wrist, causing blood to gush into the depression of the altar. The surrounding incantations, which resembled ghostly scribbles, began to glow with an eerie red light.

"Haha, my commander has awakened!"

With Zhang Zhixuan's crucial key now in place, the entire sacrificial ceremony has been completed. With all the right conditions in place, the Great Black Heaven Wheel Technique can finally be activated!

The high priest wiped the blood from his head, his expression filled with piety and fanaticism.

He planted his skull staff in the ground, formed a mudra with his hands, and his lips moved, uttering obscure syllables: "Dhamma Samanta, Madhanam, Om, Mahakala..."

Then, two eerie blood-red lights shone from the two empty eye sockets of the skull staff, and at the same time, ghostly green flames ignited in the surrounding altars and cauldrons, and dense witchcraft appeared, like worms wriggling.

"Banza, Chakra, Sambala, Hum, Ati, Ati, Susiddhi..."

As the incantation deepened, the high priest's voice began to go off-key, his eyes rolled back, his pupils turned upward, and fine, eerie black lines covered his entire body like a spider web. The next second, the high priest's body began to tremble.

"Moo, Ho, Ka, Ru, Siddhi Hum, Jiro Dhara!"

Thick, black liquid began to seep from the dozen or so stone pillars surrounding the altar. The liquid flowed down the pillars and gathered into small puddles at the bottom.

The dried corpses bound to the stone pillars, which were originally as withered as mummies, suddenly began to writhe. Their mouths opened to their fullest extent, emitting silent roars. Strands of grayish-white souls were drawn from their bodies and drifted like smoke toward the spot where Zhang Zhixuan lay in the center of the blood pool.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the underground palace, and the stone gate shattered completely. Master Lingxu, Pei Shouzhen, Chu Qinghe, and Yun Mo rushed out from behind the broken stone gate, looking disheveled.

The group of people were all horrified when they saw what was happening before them.

"Layman Zhang!"

Pei Shouzhen and Chu Qinghe roared in fury, unleashing their innate divine abilities and charging toward the altar.

"Stop them!" The high priest of witchcraft gave the order, and in an instant, all the corpse puppets and Gu worms inside the underground palace altar rushed towards Pei Shouzhen and the others like madmen.

"Go and rescue Layman Zhang. I'll deal with these troublesome matters and head over immediately!"

Master Lingxu frowned deeply and shouted loudly. He then performed a series of ritualistic steps, formed hand seals, and used the Golden Light Incantation to activate the Five Thunder Talisman in his hand: "Heavenly thunder rumbles, earthly thunder roars, the five thunders descend, annihilate the evil spirits! Command!"

The Five Thunder Talisman flew out of his hand, and wherever it went, lightning flashed and thunder roared, its terrifying power instantly killing a large number of corpse puppets and Gu worms.

On the other side, Pei Shouzhen and Chu Qinghe activated their innate divine powers and joined forces to attack the high priest of witchcraft who was performing a ritual.

On the blood pool stone coffin, the originally withered blood-red flowers suddenly began to sway and dance, transforming into a sky full of thorny whip shadows that struck towards the two. Pei Shouzhen and Chu Qinghe had no choice but to stop and raise their weapons to defend themselves.

In an instant, the entire underground palace altar descended into chaos and confusion.

Zhang Zhixuan lay on the altar, feeling his mind filled with disturbing murmurs. As the murmurs grew faster and louder, a powerful suction force seemed to pull his soul out of his body.

As the high priest chanted the incantations faster and faster, the foul-smelling blood in the blood pool completely turned into a blackish-red viscous substance. Countless wronged souls twisted and wailed, trying to break free from the blood pool, but they were firmly held back and could not escape. In the end, they were all refined into streams of black energy that surged toward Zhang Zhixuan's body on the altar.

Zhang Zhixuan's consciousness began to blur, and scenes from his past and present lives floated before his eyes, including his former relatives and friends, and his love, hate, and grudges, all passing by like a revolving lantern.

Inside the altar, the stone coffin bound by heavy iron chains emitted deafening roars. The iron chains, as thick as an arm, snapped inch by inch, and the yellow talismans pasted on the stone coffin began to rattle. Finally, one by one, the yellow talismans burned automatically and turned into ashes.

As the power sealing the stone coffin gradually weakened, a terrifying feeling that made everyone's hearts tremble began to gush out from the stone coffin.

At this moment, the Mahakala Wheel-Turning Technique had reached its most crucial stage. The high priest of witchcraft chanted obscure incantations loudly while gesturing wildly, shaking his head, and his body moving involuntarily, beginning the final esoteric witchcraft ritual.

"I take refuge in Mahakala, the Chakravartin, may you swiftly attain enlightenment!"

"We humbly beseech our Lord to awaken!"

As the last iron chain and yellow talisman were completely destroyed, with a loud "bang," the heavy lid of the stone coffin was blown off by an invisible force and crashed heavily to the ground.

Then, a blurry figure slowly sat up from the stone coffin.