The Long Journey to Immortality

Chapter 493 Facing the Enemy

"What should we do?" Having never seen such a situation before, Linglu was thrown into disarray and subconsciously sought advice from Han Lu, a True Spirit whose cultivation was inferior to hers.

However, Han Lu was indeed a shrewd strategist. After assessing the changing situation, she immediately devised a general plan of action.

"Fellow Daoist Lu," Han Lu said quickly, "do you know how to use illusions or other techniques that attack the soul and mind?"

Upon hearing this, Linglu roughly guessed Han Lu's plan. "I have learned a rather powerful illusion technique, which could be used to cooperate with Fellow Daoist Feng once."

"Alright!" Han Lu quickly transformed into her true form as a three-winged phoenix, speaking in human language as she continued, "Let's use illusion magic to control the mind of this purple monster as much as possible."

"I don't seek to completely control it, I only hope to quell its anger and restore it to its previous quiet state."

Han Lu didn't think that she and the spirit deer alone could subdue the purple monster; taking a step back would be more practical.

As the two channeled their spiritual energy to create an illusion, the arrays and restrictions that Han Lu had previously set up around the pit were naturally triggered.

The battle flags emitted a buzzing sound, and a faint blue light surged from all directions toward the purple monster still lying in the pit.

In just two breaths, these rays of light formed a chain-like phantom, binding the monster in the pit tightly.

Affected by the chains, the purple monster's wails subsided considerably, and its unstable body, which seemed on the verge of exploding, became more stable.

However, since it was only a binding spell cast by an array of flags, its power was insufficient. It could only barely suppress the purple monster for a few breaths, but it did buy Han Lu and the spirit deer some time.

As the chains on the purple monster teetered on the brink of collapse and were about to break, Han Lu, in her three-winged phoenix form, emitted a five-colored light and unleashed her long-prepared illusionary magic.

Because she wanted to calm the purple monster down, Han Lu used a different kind of illusion magic, not the kind she usually used in battles.

The principle behind this illusion technique is to immerse the victim in a beautiful illusion from which they are unwilling to leave.

The multicolored light was soft, like the afternoon sun on a winter day shining on the purple monster.

Unable to clearly see the purple monster's facial features, and unaware of how it expressed joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, the changing shape of the viscous liquid on its body suggested that Han Lu's illusion had at least some effect.

Lost in its dream, the purple monster seemed to be half asleep, even quieter than when it had been lying half-dead in the pit.

Seeing this, Linglu secretly cheered for Han Lu, "Well done! So Fellow Daoist Feng is Illusionary Phoenix?"

Having no idea about the Three-Winged True Phoenix or the Four-Winged True Phoenix, when Linglu first saw Han Lu's true spirit form, which was predominantly white, she naturally regarded it as an ice phoenix.

Seeing this, Han Lu breathed a sigh of relief, "Fellow Daoist Lu, you can use your illusion magic later."

"If you don't mind the trouble, could you help me reinforce the restrictions and formations here so that I can concentrate on casting spells and maintaining the illusion?"

Upon hearing this, the spirit deer immediately stopped casting its spell to avoid making things worse at this moment.

Without uttering a word, she flew back to the ground and began using her spiritual power to upgrade the several "inferior" restrictions that Han Lu had previously cast, using her status as a Nascent Soul Realm expert.

Although the two had only known each other for an hour, they worked together quite well.

The sudden crisis was resolved, but Han Lu and Linglu dared not let their guard down. While doing their own work, they carefully observed the movements of the purple monster in the deep pit, fearing that something else might happen.

However, Han Lu was not transformed from a "perpetual motion machine"; the spiritual power within her was limited.

Although this illusion was activated by bloodline supernatural power, it did not consume much spiritual energy.

However, Han Lu, who was only in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, couldn't maintain this illusion for too long.

After maintaining her phoenix form for nearly half an hour, Han Lu finally felt a bit exhausted.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, my spiritual power is almost exhausted," Han Lu warned the spirit deer in advance. "Quickly use your best illusion magic to trap this monster."

Linglu quickly got up and began to perform a magic incantation.

As the spell was about to finish, she called out, signaling to Han Lu that she was ready.

Upon hearing the spirit deer's cry, Han Lu did not hesitate and immediately withdrew the spell, reverting to her human form.

Han Lu, who had returned to human form, looked somewhat listless, with a sallow complexion, as if she were seriously ill.

Sensing that her condition was not good, Han Lu quickly took out several pills from her storage bag, put them in her mouth, and sat down to regulate her breathing.

At the same time, Linglu also unleashed her long-prepared illusion technique, taking over the baton passed on by Han Lu.

The purple monster, who had just been in a half-asleep state, has now fallen into another dream from which it does not want to leave.

Because she was not skilled in illusion magic, after casting the illusion, Linglu did not utter a word and focused on maintaining the spell.

She was terrified that a single oversight on her part would lead to a major mistake.

Han Lu, on the other hand, took a multi-pronged approach, trying her best to recover as much spiritual power as possible in the shortest possible time.

With at least five hours to go before reinforcements from the sect arrive, Han Lu knew she had to exert every ounce of effort to keep the situation salvageable.

It's unclear whether the purple monster, whose "level" surpasses Han Lu and Linglu, has adapted to illusion magic, or whether Linglu's illusion magic is inferior to Han Lu's.

In less than half an hour, the purple monster showed signs of waking up.

Faced with this situation, Han Lu had no choice but to drag her body, which had just recovered 50% of its spiritual power, back into her true form and, together with the spirit deer, use magic to hold back the purple monster.

However, this was merely a temporary fix, and their efforts only delayed the awakening of the purple monster by half an hour.

Before Han Lu and Ling Lu could even exhaust themselves, the purple monster was already eager to wake up from the dream.

Clearly, the successive illusions had made the purple monster resistant to the illusions cast by Han Lu and Ling Lu, much like a virus developing resistance to medication.

Seeing that the illusion was no longer effective against the purple monster, Han Lu and Ling Lu tacitly stopped casting spells, each restoring their spiritual power and preparing for battle.

Linglu, who had previously been pessimistic about fighting the purple monster, spoke up at this moment to reassure the troops, "Fellow Daoist Feng, this monster probably has less than one-tenth of its original strength left. If we work together, we may still have a chance to subdue it."

Han Lu said, "Fellow Daoist Lu is right, but once we start fighting, let's not worry about polluting the environment."

"If this purple monster is allowed to escape, it may cause a plague throughout the Central Plains."

"If we can solve the problem here, let's solve it here."

Chapter 494 Miracle

The two suddenly became incredibly confident not because they were exhausted or because their blood was rushing to their heads.

Rather, it was because their battle with the purple monster's illusion magic earlier had given them a rough idea of ​​the purple monster's current state.

This unseen, accurate reassessment of the enemy's strength led the two to conclude that they were capable of keeping the purple monster here.

Not to mention, in Han Lu and Ling Lu's opinion, it's not certain whether the purple monster will actually awaken and regain consciousness at this point.

If, as Han Lu previously stated, the purple monster intends to self-destruct, then it would actually save them a lot of trouble.

In the eyes of Han Lu and Ling Lu, keeping this monster here forever at the cost of polluting the desolate outskirts of Changxi City and possibly Qujiang River is an absolutely acceptable choice.

However, thinking about it is one thing, doing it is another. They wouldn't dare to actually write a guarantee promising to keep the purple monster here.

None of them had such exaggerated confidence.

The situation of the weak fighting against the strong is inherently unpredictable. All the two can do is try their best to turn what might have been a 30% chance of success into a 50% chance.

Just as the two were on high alert, the purple monster in the pit suddenly completed its self-destruction.

The body, which originally seemed to be composed entirely of viscous purple liquid, blossomed from its center.

With only a muffled thud, Han Lu and Ling Lu saw the purple monster that had been lying paralyzed in the pit explode into dust.

The viscous purple liquid was everywhere in the pit.

The impact of the self-destruction even sent some of the purple liquid flying seven or eight meters high.

Fortunately, the two flying at low altitude had been using defensive spells and light barriers to protect themselves; otherwise, they would have been splashed with this unknown "toxic substance."

This sudden change was beyond Han Lu's expectations.

She had thought the purple monster's explosion would be as exaggerated as a Golden Core cultivator detonating their Golden Core in a desperate gamble.

The explosion created a crater at least 30 to 40 meters deep, destroyed all vegetation within a 300-meter radius, and the sound could be heard by villagers more than ten kilometers away.

But the truth is, the purple monster's self-destruction was utterly lackluster.

"This..." Looking at the deep pit that had been stained purple by the purple slime and the purple liquid flowing on the surrounding snow, Linglu was slightly displeased and said, "Is that all?"

"do not know."

The purple monster was unpredictable, and Han Lu couldn't figure out what this extraterrestrial visitor was doing, or if it had some special purpose or opportunity to act this way.

“But I have a feeling,” Han Lu predicted, relying on her fairly accurate sixth sense, “that this monster is definitely not dead.”

As soon as Han Lu finished speaking, new changes occurred on the ground.

The slime that seemed to be completely embedded in the soil suddenly came to life, pulsating rhythmically in individual particles.

"He's not dead after all!" The spirit deer held its hands in front of it, wary of the purple monster's next move.

Han Lu was also on high alert, but she felt that the purple monster's current actions were not intended to unleash any extraordinary large-scale destructive moves.

Ten breaths later, using this rhythm, the purple liquid completely separated from everything it was attached to, and the purple monster, which had "died from self-destruction," began its next move.

Numerous viscous purple liquids rose into the air, converging at two points in the sky, slowly condensing into the purple monster's mud-like body.

Upon seeing this, Han Lu and Ling Lu suddenly realized and exclaimed in unison, "He's going to split and regenerate?"

They didn't know if the regenerated purple monster would be half-dead again, but Han Lu and Ling Lu were unwilling to gamble.

The two women acted simultaneously, trying to stop the purple monster, which they considered extremely dangerous, from being reborn.

As Linglu raised her hand, waves of white ripples spread outward from her palm.

These white rays did have some effect.

All the purple liquids illuminated by the white light felt heavier, and the entire process of rebirth and condensation slowed down by five points.

But that's not enough.

Han Lu went even further, intending to destroy all the scattered purple liquid. That way, even if the purple monster were to revive, it would definitely be severely weakened.

A purplish-red flame shot out from the mouth of the Three-Feathered Phoenix, which was the only Fire Phoenix Divine Power that Han Lu had mastered.

The Phoenix Flame generated by this bloodline talent is indeed powerful.

When these purplish-red flames come into contact with the viscous purple liquid, a sound that can be clearly heard is like dry wood meeting a raging fire.

The flames, burning at an unknown temperature and fueled by spiritual energy, were perfectly effective against the scattered purple slime, which was also filled with spiritual energy.

Slightly twisting her body and flapping her wings, Han Lu tried to ignite all the purple slime in the air with the True Flame of the Fire Phoenix that she spewed from her mouth.

Initially, everything went smoothly; at least one-tenth of the purple slime was burned away by Han Lu's fire.

But soon, Han Lu unexpectedly discovered that the purple slime had developed a certain resistance to the flames in her mouth.