Dual Transmigration: Cultivating Immortality in the Primordial World, Taking on the Desolate Heavenl

The talisman leaves the hand.

There was no flame soaring into the sky.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

The yellowed Taiqing Divine Fire Talisman tumbled once in the void.

then.

It burned silently.

It wasn't set on fire.

Instead, it was the extremely faint Six Ding Divine Fire energy on the talisman that detonated itself after touching the free-floating law particles in the spiritual space of the Void God Realm.

A ball of fire.

It's only the size of a fist.

Six colors intertwine: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, and blue, like a glass bead suspended in mid-air.

It doesn't even have a temperature.

At least none of the three thousand mental projections present felt even a trace of heat from that ball of flame.

Fourth Master frowned slightly.

He has lived for four hundred years and has seen all kinds of spiritual artifacts and soul-killing moves.

But I've never seen a "fire" that doesn't even have heat.

"Making a big fuss!"

Fourth Master snorted coldly and suddenly pointed the Soul-Destroying Shuttle forward with his right hand.

"All troops, attack! Mental net—strangle!"

Three thousand spiritual projections erupted simultaneously.

The overwhelming mental storm, like countless thick chains, converged and strangled Gu Changqing and Shi Hao from all directions.

Wherever that mental storm passed, the spatial structure of the illusory god realm emitted a cracking sound.

The combined spiritual power of three thousand people!

Even if each person only has the mental strength at the limit of the Blood Refining Realm, three thousand of them combined would be enough to shred the mental body of a true Divine Fire Realm giant into dust!

The mental net, carrying an aura of annihilation, coalesced in mid-air into a gigantic, malevolent dragon phantom formed from blue mental energy.

The evil dragon opened its huge mouth and swallowed the fist-sized ball of crystal flame whole.

The fourth master's lips curled into a cold smile.

solved.

No matter what that ball of fire is, it will be crushed before the mental network of three thousand people—

His smile froze.

Because of that evil dragon phantom formed from the spiritual power of three thousand people.

In the instant it swallowed that six-colored flame.

Inside the body, it lit up.

It doesn't emit light.

Instead, it burns.

Start from the belly of the evil dragon.

The six colors of the glazed flames intertwined, like a demonic fire infused with endless fuel, spread wildly within the evil dragon's body at a speed that defied all the laws of physics.

In the blink of an eye.

The phantom of the evil dragon transformed from a blue spiritual behemoth into a hellish dragon engulfed in six-colored evil flames.

The evil dragon was formed from the combined spiritual power of three thousand people.

Its body is a collection of three thousand spiritual energy trajectories.

Flames do not need to find their direction.

It only needs to follow those established mental energy channels and burn its way back.

It's like a spark falling into an interconnected network of gasoline pipelines.

"laugh--"

There was no explosion.

Extremely quiet.

An eerily quiet atmosphere.

The six-colored flames, following the three thousand spiritual energy trajectories, ignited the source of all spiritual channels simultaneously in an instant, defying the laws of optical propagation.

Three thousand spiritual projections.

It caught fire at the same time.

That way of burning was unlike any flame they had ever seen before.

There was no burning sensation.

There is no high temperature.

There wasn't even any smoke.

The Six Ding Divine Fire does not burn matter, nor even the spiritual energy itself.

It burns the cause and effect.

It is karma.

It is the most fundamental link between the soul and the body.

and so.

When the flames spread across the spiritual bodies of three thousand people.

The scene presented is one of eerily quietude.

Each six-colored flame seemed to possess its own will.

They drill into one of the seven orifices of the mental projection and emerge from another.

It travels through the skull, swims in the chest cavity, and leaps through the limbs.

Like a swarm of colorful fireflies enjoying a feast.

elegant.

Calm.

It was cruel to the extreme.

"Ahhhhh—"

The screams finally erupted.

It wasn't just one person shouting.

It was three thousand people shouting at the same time.

The sounds converged, forming a deafening sonic wave powerful enough to crack the heavens of the Void God Realm.

Fourth Grandfather's Soul-Destroying Shuttle was like a candle meeting the sun in front of the Six Ding Flames.

The tip of the spindle began to melt first.

No, it's not melting.

It was directly broken down into the most basic spiritual particles.

The ultimate spiritual artifact that he had spent four hundred years forging and refining couldn't even withstand three breaths under the Six Ding Flames, turning into a pool of blue spiritual liquid that dripped from between his fingers.

"No--"

Fourth Master let out a hoarse, off-key roar.

His mental body began to twist violently and uncontrollably.

His arms were twisted into a pretzel shape, his torso was folded into an impossible angle, and even the features of his face were horribly displaced under the scorching of the six-colored flames.

That's not pain.

It's not just about pain.

That is the ultimate torture that occurs when the soul is being torn from the body.

The Six Ding Divine Fire was burning away the causal bond between his soul and body.

The Six Ding Divine Fire was burning away the causal bond between his soul and body.

Once this bond is completely severed, his soul will never be able to return to his body.

His physical body will also die completely the moment he loses his soul.

Fourth Grandfather has gone mad.

He frantically scratched at his face with his twisted, deformed hands.

The fingernails dug into the spirit's skin, forcefully gouging out two eyeballs.

Blue fragments of spirit gushed from the empty eye sockets.

Even after self-harming to this extent, the flames still did not stop.

It continued to burn steadily.

It felt as if I were savoring a dish that had been slowly simmered over a low flame.

"I'm leaving... I want to leave the Realm of the Gods!"

Fourth Grandfather roared hoarsely, desperately urging the remaining consciousness within his spiritual body to try and open the exit passage to the illusory god realm.

But he was horrified to discover.

The exit route is blocked.

The laws of the Six Ding Divine Fire had burned all the causal channels connecting his spiritual body to the outside world to ashes.

He can't get out.

He was imprisoned in the virtual god realm, a mental prison.

It was locked up with this six-colored evil fire that would never be extinguished.

"No!! My soul is being assimilated!"

Fourth Master let out his last roar, a roar imbued with complete logic.

He finally understood.

That fire burned more than just the spiritual projections in the illusory realm.

It is burning towards his physical essence in the real world, following the causal line!

"You're not burning the virtual god realm! You're burning my very essence in the real world, following the law of cause and effect!!"

On Fourth Master's distorted face, the last vestiges of his reason completely collapsed in despair.

"What kind of monster are you?!"

No one answered him.

Because Gu Changqing had already closed his eyes again.

Leaning against the ruins of the stone tablet, he looked like an old monk in deep meditation.

He didn't even watch these people die.

so boring.

It's not worth wasting your time.

……

The real world.

Wu Wangfu.

A group of underground secret chambers.

It was the dead of night, and thousands of high-ranking members of the Wu Wang Mansion and the remaining members of the Yu Clan were scattered in various secret chambers, meditating in seclusion.

Their spiritual projections are currently besieging Shi Hao and that mysterious Daoist Venerable in the Realm of Illusions.

Each person's physical body maintains the standard meditation posture of sitting cross-legged with hands forming a mudra.

Extremely quiet.

Extremely peaceful.

then.

There was no warning whatsoever.

Inside the secret chamber, two six-colored flames suddenly shot out from the nostrils of a clan elder who was in seclusion.

In the secret chamber B, a strange, glassy light suddenly shot out from the eye sockets of one of the worshippers.

Secret chamber C, secret chamber D, secret chamber E...

All the secret rooms lit up at the same time.

Six-colored flames simultaneously erupted from the seven orifices of these hermits.

Their mouths were wide open, but no sound came out of their throats.

Because the vocal cords have been burned from the inside.

Their bodies remained seated cross-legged, completely still.

However, the internal organs, meridians, bones, and even the soul and spirit within the body were all reduced to ashes at an extremely rapid speed under the six-colored evil fire.

Three breaths.

In just three breaths.

Thousands of bodies, while remaining in a meditative posture, simultaneously transformed from the inside out into human-shaped white ashes.

The ash is extremely fine.

It's like grinding flesh and bones ten thousand times with the most precise grinder.

A night breeze blew in through the cracks in the secret room.

Those white, humanoid ashes that had been sitting cross-legged collapsed and scattered silently like sand sculptures in the wind.

It turned into a sky full of white powder, which covered the entire underground secret chamber complex.

Wu Wangfu.

The backbone of the team.

In the dead of night, when no one knows what's happening.

It has been discontinued.