Transcending two realms to become an earth immortal

"My fellow Daoists, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore. Why not sever your old selves and join my path?"

The two old demonic monsters' expressions changed drastically. They felt the strange object in their lower abdomen growing wildly, greedily devouring their flesh, blood, and soul, as if it wanted to completely devour and replace them!

"No...no!"

"Why resist, fellow Daoist?" The newly reborn Jade Bone True Man stepped forward with steady steps, his smile as warm as the spring sun. "Only by severing the old self can one be reborn. The physical body is merely a raft for traversing the world, used and discarded. In our Daoist sect, there is also the saying of severing the three corpses to achieve sainthood. Why let this decaying shell imprison the true spirit, preventing it from seeing the light of day?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the human-faced tumors on the chests of the two old demonic monsters swelled up again, gradually revealing the rudiments of hideous heads, with flesh twisting and writhing.

"Don't even think about it!" The old monster Youxuan let out a shrill roar, and suddenly plunged his hand into his chest, his ten fingers like hooks, trying to peel the tumor out alive!

Blood splattered everywhere, but he paid no heed, acting like a madman.

"Fellow Daoist, why do you do this to yourself..."

Before Jade Bone Immortal could finish speaking, a cold shout suddenly rang out from the void:

"cut."

In an instant, the surrounding scenery cracked open like glass, and then exploded with a deafening roar!

Everything returned to darkness, only to reappear once more.

Once their vision cleared, the two old monsters, Youxuan and Lianxing, realized with shock that they had never escaped at all and were still trapped in the Zhengyang Dojo. All their previous escape attempts were nothing but illusions. That figure had always stood before them.

Even more terrifying was that the various sects, rogue cultivators, and demons who had been watching from the shadows all walked out with expressions of despair.

One by one, they twisted off their own heads, letting the blood gush out like streams, forming a crimson lake. They then discarded their original heads, replacing them with the human-faced tumors that had grown on their chests, their faces displaying a strange, uniform smile.

This bizarre change spread like a plague, emanating from the Zhengyang Dojo. Countless mortals, low-level cultivators, and even weak demons grew human-faced tumors on their bodies, their faces filled with despair, as if drawn by an invisible force, staggering towards the Dojo.

This is no longer a battle of magic, but a terrifying catastrophe that is erupting!

"Hey you two old devils, what are you standing there for!"

A sharp shout came from mid-air. It was he who had activated the sword gourd and shattered the illusion that had enveloped the two of them.

But that was all. Perhaps because the Dao Lord still harbored some lingering resentment, the monster did not actively attack him and Daoist Mingjun. The people of Zhengyang Dao were temporarily unharmed thanks to the protection of the spirit lamp's light.

But Fang Chen knew in his heart that this was not a long-term solution.

If everyone in the arena is completely transformed, that thing will show no mercy just because they are disciples of Zhengyang.

To break this deadlock, the only way is to unite all available forces... even the demonic path we just fought to the death with!

Seeing that the old monster Youxuan was still frantically digging into his chest, and that the Jade Bone True Man was closing in step by step, the old monster Lianxing's last bit of luck finally vanished.

He gritted his teeth, a resolute madness flashing in his eyes.

"Hehehe... What a fine way to sever the old self!" The old monster of the Form Refining Realm laughed maniacally, his voice like that of a night owl. "Jade Bone! True Yang! And you monsters who are neither human nor ghost! You think you can devour me as food? Wishful thinking!"

"I am the Master of the Animal Creation Sect! I control the transformations of all animals and understand the fundamental mechanisms of creation for all living beings! Today, I will show you what true—the Transformation of Heaven and Man—is!"

Before he finished speaking, he abruptly reversed his cultivation technique. His already weakened Yin spirit suddenly burst into flames, and his soul fire soared into the sky. He was actually forcibly activating that supreme evil technique, which only existed in his imagination and had never been perfected, at the cost of burning his own Yin spirit origin!

Human voices, sheep bleating, cows mooing, ghostly wails, wolf howls… all the sounds of nature mingled and merged in that instant, gradually converging into a strange wailing that was neither human nor beast, neither alive nor dead, yet seemed to encompass all living beings in the world, echoing deeply through the void:

"Having trained one's physique to resemble that of an animal, one can send two lines of scripture flying as the heavens collapse and the world crumbles!"

In an instant, the Yin spirit of the old monster who had been burning rapidly expanded and twisted, merging into the origin of the corpse monster that was falling from the sky, and emitting an infinitely chaotic and mixed aura of life.

Pigs, cattle, sheep, horses, dogs, chickens, foxes, rabbits, human-faced monkeys, centipedes... countless phantoms of living beings surged wildly from his Yin spirit, only to collapse and merge in an instant!

He suddenly raised his arm, pointing at the body of the Righteous Yang Dao Master:

"The Method of Creating Animals—The Transformation of Heaven and Man!"

The next instant, the figure trembled violently, the fleshy tumor on its back emitted a silent shriek, and its entire body began to twist, collapse, and change rapidly!

The original outline of the lake quickly became clear and solid, the Taoist robe reappeared, the hair was neatly tied, and the figure was upright... In just a few breaths, it transformed into a "person" with clear features, a Taoist demeanor, and no different from the Zhengyang Dao Master in his memory!

He slowly turned around, his face peaceful, his eyes clear, and there was no trace of evil about him. Instead, he exuded a sense of vicissitude and gentleness, like a Taoist elder who had been in seclusion for many years.

However, just as everyone's minds began to relax—

Countless dark red bumps suddenly swelled under the skin of the "Taoist Master's" scalp, forehead, cheeks, neck... and even other parts of his body covered by the Taoist robe.

These bulges expanded rapidly, their surface skin stretched almost transparent, revealing distorted, frantically screaming, and venomous faces inside!

Every face was struggling and screaming, a silent wail. There was the despair of the jade-boned skeleton, the terror of the mysterious and handsome, the madness of the Lianxing grin, and countless strange, twisted, and unrecognizable ghost faces... Hundreds and thousands, densely packed, writhing wildly all over his body, trying to break free!

The Zhengyang Dao Master's face remained gentle and smiling, his eyes were crystal clear, and he seemed oblivious to the terrifying changes in himself. He even raised his hand to tidy his sideburns, his movements natural and fluid.

This sight was more chilling than any blatant evil.

At this moment, the old monster's Yin spirit had become as illusory as a candle flickering in the wind.

However, as he gazed at the Daoist Master of Zhengyang, whose body was covered in fleshy growths resembling human faces, a morbidly manic and satisfied smile appeared on his face:

"The transformation of heaven and man... the ultimate creation of animals is the creation of man! I... have created him!"

With his last ounce of strength, he abruptly turned his head, gazing at Fang Chen, whose expression was grave in the distance. His voice was mournful, like the wailing of a ghost.

"You brat! What are you waiting for?! Kill him!"

This monster has been bound within a human body, possessing all the weaknesses of humans. Its bizarre abilities, such as flesh regeneration and escaping by taking someone else's place, have all been sealed, making it an ideal...

The moment of execution!

Fang Chen's gaze was as cold as an ancient, icy pool as he stared intently at the Dao Lord, whose body was covered in writhing human faces yet whose expression remained calm. His gaze then swept over the corpses scattered on the ground, the newly formed tumors on the skulls, and the remnants of the refining soul that were about to dissipate.

Without further hesitation.

He slowly raised the dark blue blood-patterned sword gourd in his hand, the mouth of the gourd steadily pointing at the Zhengyang Dao Master.

His lips parted slightly, uttering a single word, cold and resolute:

"cut."

In an instant, the world lost its color, and all sounds fell silent.

Only—

A flying sword streaks across the sky!