Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 576 - 576 490 I am Zhanlong Taoist_3

Chapter 576: Chapter 490: I am Zhanlong Taoist_3 Chapter 576: Chapter 490: I am Zhanlong Taoist_3 Even the face carved from wood showed a visible agony.

“You’re serious?!”

Li Qingfeng’s pupils shrank abruptly, and he pounced forward, knocking Li Xuanqing to the ground.

As a native of Nanyang who had followed Shen Yi the most, he was the clearest about who had helped the Sect Master to have so much time to grow.

Based on his understanding of Shen Yi, if Shen Yi knew about this, he would definitely never accept this thing.

But the moment he pinned Xuan Qing down, Li Qingfeng’s fingertips began to tremble.

For a Divinity Transformation Realm Cultivator to hold down a cultivator from the Return to Void Realm was bizarre to the extreme.

The purple aura seeped through Li Qingfeng’s body and spread behind him.

Just then, it was as if a gentle breeze had swept in from the horizon.

Carrying the purple aura with it, the breeze re-infused it back into Li Xuanqing’s wooden body.

The two of them heard a familiar, indifferent voice by their ears.

“I appreciate the sentiment.”

“…”

Li Xuanqing lay on the ground, silent for a long time, until he finally showed a hint of irritability, a demeanor he hadn’t exhibited since his reappearance in Nanyang.

He always seemed gentle and calm, as if he didn’t have the slightest temper, even if Li Qingfeng nagged him every day, he never spoke a harsh word.

Perhaps everyone had forgotten just how arrogant Li Xuanqing’s own personality was.

He took a deep breath and whispered, “I’ve seen all that I needed to see, I really have lived enough.”

The things he had been looking forward to had happened, and there was no point in continuing to live on, other than to torment himself.

The breeze from the horizon also fell silent for a moment.

Then, in a soft voice, it said, “I haven’t heard your story yet, hang in there.”

Upon hearing this.

Li Qingfeng suddenly felt the wooden body beneath him tremble violently, its wooden eyes then filled with complexity and fear.

Xuan Qing’s breathing became suddenly labored.

He realized something.

Shen Yi didn’t seem to be a gift of sympathy from the heavens to Nanyang Sect, giving them another Xuan Qing, a Sect Master with a steady heart and unrivaled talent, to lead Nanyang Sect steadfastly onward.

The person wasn’t a second Xuan Qing; he was Shen Yi, the one and only Shen Yi.

A young man in the midstage of Return to Void who dared to slay a major general from the Dragon Palace, even more arrogant than himself in his younger years.

Atop the inner peak of the Nanyang Sect.

Shen Yi retracted his Divine Soul. He was rather greedy, and what he coveted most was life; he didn’t wish to die.

But not wishing to die didn’t mean he was afraid of dying.

He also hoped that, on the premise of ensuring his own survival, he could help those who had shown kindness to him survive as best as they could.

This thing was burning hot to handle.

Shen Yi shook his head and turned his gaze back to the sky… His clear eyes flickering with a touch of helplessness.

It was probably because the last time the heavens were bestowing purple aura, he had intercepted it before the process was complete.

This time, the heavens clearly intended to make up for the lost face from the last time.

The celestial music had been playing until now and still hadn’t stopped, as if the heavens were petty-minded. Fortunate that it wasn’t a breakthrough in the midst of a battle, otherwise, he would have had to embarrass them again.

These six Dao Pillars were made using the generals from the previous turtle army, all at the twelfth layer of Return to Void.

Beyond that, at Old Seven Ke’s maternal family, he had obtained three Great Demons that could be refined into top-grade first-class Town Stones.

“This should be enough.”

Shen Yi looked toward the Dao Palace again. If he counted Wu Jun and the Fleshwing Silkworm, he was quite certain he could create the Boundary of Return to Void’s tenth layer in one fell swoop, and it was likely to be of the kind from the heavens.

But he wasn’t in a hurry.

Compared to making a direct breakthrough, these two Great Demons could still play an even greater role for the time being.

With this thought, Shen Yi summoned Wu Jun.

He then took out three corpses: two Return to Void full-stage golden-patterned turtle generals, and that ancient terrapin comparable to the Baiyu Capital.

With a slight motion of his will.

The three formidable demon corpses quickly transformed into a sea of blood and poured into Wu Jun’s body, the intense bloodline power within them awe-inspiring.

One could see from the earlier clash between the Daozi of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Aquatic Race.

Even within the Baiyu Capital, the disparity was quite significant.

If Su Hongxiu managed to successfully open the second Immortal City, it would be likely that even without him, she could easily slay all the demons present.

Perhaps after consuming these demon corpses, Wu Jun too could reach a similar level?

While Wu Jun was absorbing the demon corpses.

Shen Yi also summoned the Fleshwing Silkworm, along with the countless corpses of its brethren.

Although the quality was much inferior, the sheer quantity was overwhelming.

This was the true essence of utilizing the full force of an entire clan to nurture a peerless prodigy.

Two Guardian Stones, one on the left and one on the right, were seated beside Shen Yi.

Both were seated cross-legged, absorbing the vast power of their bloodlines.

The days and nights took turns.

As the sun rose in the east, Wu Jun finally opened his eyes, followed closely by the Fleshwing Silkworm. Even as Guardian Stones, a subtle demon aura still faintly emanated from them.

Their strengths were comparable.

Such dreadful demon energy was something Shen Yi had never seen before.

“If the Daozi of the Heavenly Sword Sect were to open two immortal cities, could you defeat her?” asked Shen Yi, glancing over with a hint of curiosity.

Somewhat to his surprise, even after such a significant enhancement, the two demons remained composed. After pondering for a moment, they replied somewhat hesitantly, “Reporting to our lord, if we join forces, we might have a twenty percent chance of victory.”

“That much of a gap?” Shen Yi was somewhat surprised.

Wu Jun closed his mouth, slightly embarrassed. It was the Fleshwing Silkworm, more worldly than the others, who humbly said, “My lord may not be aware, although from the same city, the Dao weaponry obtained can be worlds apart.”

“Take Su Hongxiu for example. When she returned to void, she forged a seven-layered heavenly palace, hence she was able to draw Hongmeng Heavenly Soldiers from Longhan Great City. As for what she took from Chiming City, that’s unknown, but at the very least, it would be a Green Luan Immortal Soldier.”

“This is not something other Baiyu Capital Cultivators can compare with.”

“If it were an ordinary Baiyu Capital Cultivator who has opened two cities, the kind wielding spirit weapons, I alone could take them on.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Yi gazed at his resplendent Immeasurable Demon Emperor Palace.

A feeling of relief suddenly rose from the depths of his heart.

It was fortunate he hadn’t rushed into breaking through his cultivation level as he had done in the past.

So Baiyu Capital had all these nuances.

“How many cities are there in total?” Shen Yi asked once more, turning his attention back to the two demons, but he received two entirely different answers.

“Three.”

“Four.”

Wu Jun and the Fleshwing Silkworm exchanged glances, their brows slightly furrowed, both evidently believing themselves to be correct.

At that moment, a faint voice transmitted from between Shen Yi’s brows.

“Reporting to our lord, there are five immortal cities, also known as the Five Ordeals, representing birth, aging, sickness, death, and suffering. Only those cultivators who have passed through the heavenly tribulations can shed their mortality to become immortals and reach the Union Dao Realm Stage.”

“However, not every cultivator has the chance of traversing the Five Ordeals. Most cultivators, due to their weak foundation upon returning to void, cannot even perceive the subsequent cities.”

“Even if one is lucky enough to break through to the Union Dao Realm Stage, they can only be considered as quasi-immortals at best.”

Although Ke Shisan had a lower cultivation level, his knowledge was clearly far superior to that of the two demons.

He spoke with urgency, “If one needs evidence, in Nan Hong, there was once a cultivator who saw the fifth city, Yankang Immortal City, although he ultimately failed to open it. By chance, he was also from your Nanyang Sect, known as Xuan Qing, the Zhanlong Taoist.”

Heavenly tribulations.

Such things as calamities, when mentioned by this Dragon Descendant, seemed almost like a fortunate event.

It even depended on innate talent and foundation, otherwise one wasn’t even qualified to face the ordeals?

Simply preposterous.

Shen Yi stood up and looked in the direction of the Ancestral Master Hall.

Speaking of which, rumors about this predecessor Daozi of the Nanyang Sect were truly ubiquitous.

The title “Zhanlong Taoist” might sound unrefined and earthy,

But don’t forget… this is Hongze.

With four major Dragon Palaces and their influence extending over land and sea, even possessing the power to overshadow heaven itself, this is Hongze.

That a cultivator daring to carry such a title and even surviving to this day, the level of terror involved was simply indescribable.

“Sigh.”

At that thought, Shen Yi withdrew the Guardian Stones and swept towards the direction of the Ancestral Master Hall.

He landed at the entrance.

With his gaze, he signaled the panic-stricken Li Qingfeng to leave first.

After tidying up his clothes, Shen Yi squatted down in front of the prone wooden figure, Xuan Qing, who lay with closed eyes as if cut off from senses, or perhaps, as if he had ceased to live.

“…”

Clearing his throat, Shen Yi extended his hand towards the figure, calmly saying, “Hello, Zhanlong Taoist.”‘

Before his words were finished, Xuan Qing’s body suddenly trembled violently, and the lifeless body finally moved, twisting his head like an ostrich to bury it in the ground.

“What’s wrong, Zhanlong—” Shen Yi’s expression remained unchanged.

Xuan Qing placed his palm on Shen Yi’s arm, interrupting his words, then quickly stood up and walked into the hall without saying a word.

His pace quickened as if he was eager to escape from this place.

It turns out there are things in this world even more dreadful than death.

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