From Paper Craftsman to World-Suppressing Immortal

The underground altar fell into an abrupt silence as the blurry figure sat up inside the stone coffin. Everyone felt the terror emanating from that blurry figure.

Master Lingxu looked at the blurry figure, his face instantly turning deathly pale. He stood there, stunned, muttering to himself, "In the end, I still couldn't stop her from breaking the seal..."

"Master, who exactly is that shadow?" Yunmo also clearly felt the terror brought by the blurry shadow and asked with a solemn expression.

Master Lingyun sighed, seemingly unwilling to mention the person's identity, but after a moment of silence, he explained to his youngest disciple, "Speaking of which, she has quite a connection with our Longhu Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion..."

"More than two hundred years ago, during the Ming Dynasty, the Taoist sect produced three exceptionally talented young disciples."

"These three top geniuses cultivated supernatural powers at a young age and were called the 'Three Talents of Heaven, Earth and Man' by the cultivators of the time. Among the Three Talents, two of them were a pair of senior and junior brothers and sisters, who came from our Longhu Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion. The senior brother was named Zhang Daoyan and the junior sister was named Lu Lingsu."

"Zhang Daoyan! Isn't that the name of our Grandmaster?" Yunmo exclaimed in surprise.

Master Lingxu nodded and continued, "That's right. Of the two siblings, the senior brother was none other than the renowned Zhang Daoyan, the previous Grand Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain. But back then, everyone thought that junior sister Lu Lingsu would become the next Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain. However, Lu Lingsu was not satisfied with that. What she wanted was not the position of Celestial Master, but immortality and eternal existence—the 'Dao'!"

"For her 'Dao,' Lu Lingsu not only secretly read the forbidden Daoist book 'Taiyin Lianxing Jing,' but also practiced esoteric Buddhist evil arts and witchcraft. She even colluded with demons to learn their demonic cultivation methods. Such obsession ultimately led her to the immortal, demonic path of eternal life—the indestructible soul body!"

"In order to cultivate the immortal soul body, Lu Lingsu did not hesitate to refine and sacrifice living souls, slaughter innocent people, and commit many killing deeds. After the matter was exposed, she was expelled from her sect and was hunted down by the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain and the entire Imperial Law Realm at that time."

"But by then, Lu Lingsu's immortal soul body had already been cultivated. Even the Grand Celestial Master Zhang Daoyan could not completely kill her. He could only seal her in that specially made stone coffin."

"A century has passed in the blink of an eye, and unexpectedly, she has reappeared in the world."

As soon as Master Lingxu finished speaking, the blurry shadow in the stone coffin suddenly moved.

She slowly raised her head. Her face, formed from black mist, had no features, only two bottomless black holes.

"My lord! On the altar lies a pure Yang body, a rare find, prepared just for you! If you obtain this pure Yang body, your immortal soul body will be fully perfected!"

"At that time, you will be the only true god in this world who is truly immortal and eternally existent!" The high priest of witchcraft shouted, unable to contain his ecstatic joy.

Upon hearing this, the blurry figure turned its attention directly to Zhang Zhixuan on the altar.

At this moment, she was like a person who had been starving for a long time, suddenly smelling a sumptuous feast. Her dark eyes revealed greed and desire, and she immediately leaped up from the stone coffin and pounced on Zhang Zhixuan.

"Not good!" Master Lingxu, Pei Shouzhen, Chu Qinghe and others exclaimed, and almost simultaneously tried to stop them, but they were all stopped as soon as they made a move.

Almost instantly, the blurry figure was upon Zhang Zhixuan. She reached out and stroked his face and body, and a voice originating from his very soul rang out: "Truly a fragile yet perfect body! I accept it!"

Then, Lu Lingsu transformed into a wisp of black smoke and drilled into Zhang Zhixuan's core consciousness.

Lu Lingsu's immortal soul entered Zhang Zhixuan's consciousness space, and he thought it would be an easy devouring and possession.

But the next moment, she froze.

Before them stood a colossal and solid soul figure, towering to the heavens and the earth, in this realm of consciousness.

Before this enormous soul shadow, Lu Lingsu felt as insignificant as an insignificant ant.

"How could this be? What kind of powerful soul force is this? Is he really a 'person'?"

Before Lu Lingsu could finish speaking, the enormous and solid soul shadow slowly lowered its head to look at her.

In an instant, Lu Lingsu felt completely paralyzed. A tremor and fear, originating from her very soul, rose within her, and an unprecedented sense of crisis constantly warned her: "Run! Run!"

But, in the next second, the huge soul shadow reached out to her, and its giant hand grabbed Lu Lingsu's immortal soul body.

An immense force pressed in from all directions, and the pain in her soul caused Lu Lingsu to let out an extremely shrill scream.

"what!"

At the same time, a point of golden light suddenly shone above the giant soul shadow.

The golden light grew brighter and larger until it transformed into an ancient book, which floated in the center of Zhang Zhixuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

The pages of the book slowly turned, and a blinding golden light suddenly shone, instantly filling every corner of this world of consciousness.

Lu Lingsu's immortal soul body emitted a sizzling sound under the golden light, as if it were being roasted by the sun.

The pain was a hundred times worse than being sealed in a stone coffin for a hundred years. Coupled with the crushing force of the giant soul shadow's palm, her immortal soul body was constantly melting and shattering.

"I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!"

Lu Lingsu screamed in terror. Her proud, indestructible soul body was reduced to a tiny, weak remnant. Taking advantage of the moment when the golden light faded and the giant shadow's hand loosened, she fled Zhang Zhixuan's sea of ​​consciousness without looking back.

In the real world, all that could be seen was the dark shadow that had previously entered Zhang Zhixuan's body fleeing in a sorry state, now reduced to a pitiful little wisp.

The dark shadow disappeared back into the stone coffin without looking back, and the coffin lid, which had flown out, flew back and closed heavily in its original position.

In the center of the altar, Zhang Zhixuan, who was chained to the altar, suddenly opened his eyes.

A dazzling golden light flashed before his eyes, and then Zhang Zhixuan's muddled consciousness completely cleared.

"call!"

Zhang Zhixuan exhaled a breath of stale air, as if he had just had a good sleep, and his previously depleted energy and spirit were miraculously restored.

He looked at the shackles binding his hands and feet, took a deep breath, and suddenly shouted towards Pei Shouzhen, who was not far away, "Master Pei! Help me quickly!"

Before he finished speaking, Pei Shouzhen had already rushed forward, swinging his spear to cut through the shackles. Then, with a flick of his large, fan-like hand, he immediately led Zhang Zhixuan away from the blood pool altar.

"No! Impossible!"

The high priest of sorcery let out a desperate roar, his eyes filled with unbelievable madness.

He couldn't believe that his omnipotent master had failed to seize Zhang Zhixuan's body, and instead was beaten down to a mere remnant soul, fleeing in a sorry state.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" The mountain in the High Priest's heart completely collapsed.

At that moment, a terrifying backlash struck.

Once the Mahakala Wheel Technique is activated, it cannot be stopped. Without Zhang Zhixuan's pure Yang body as a key, the power of the formation will backfire on the caster.

The high priest's body suddenly convulsed violently. Countless worms wriggled wildly beneath his skin, as if about to burst out of his body. Black blood vessels bulged, like ferocious venomous snakes coiling around his body.

"Ah! Save me! Lord, save me!"

The high priest let out a heart-wrenching scream, frantically scratching his body with his hands, tearing off pieces of flesh to reveal the stark white bones beneath.

However, the worms residing in his body continued to gnaw at his internal organs, and his body shrank at a visible rate.

Countless black threads emerged from the sorcery patterns on the altar and coiled around his body. These threads, like bloodsucking leeches, frantically devoured the high priest's essence and soul.

His body grew smaller and smaller until only a withered human skin remained, covering a skeleton.

With a "thud," the skeleton scattered on the ground, turning into a pile of disgusting and unbearable remains.

At the same time, the altar of the Mahakala Wheel of Reincarnation instantly went out of control. The corpse puppets and vengeful spirits that were originally bound lost control and began to tear at and devour each other.

The foul-smelling blood in the pool surged wildly, creating towering waves that crashed in all directions.

The Goddess of Flowers, who was in the midst of a fierce battle with Chu Qinghe, Daoist Lingyun, and others, saw that the High Priest of Witchcraft had been tragically killed by the backlash of the Great Black Heaven Reincarnation Technique, and that her own master had failed to possess her body for unknown reasons and fled in defeat. She immediately knew that the situation was hopeless.

A resolute glint flashed in her eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, she shook off her opponent and used the remaining magic power in her body to drag the stone coffin out of the blood pool.

"My lord, we should leave now!"

The Goddess of Flowers dragged the stone coffin, transformed into a streak of red light, and flew towards the exit of the underground palace.

"You fiend, you think you can leave? You'll be reduced to ashes along with your master!"

Zhang Zhixuan snorted coldly, reached into his robes and pulled out the Shangqing Thunder Sword Formation Talisman, then threw it straight at the fleeing Wan Huashen!