Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 577 - 577 491 Wusheng Palm

Chapter 577: Chapter 491 Wusheng Palm Chapter 577: Chapter 491 Wusheng Palm “`

Si Xuanqing, being such a personage, even in death, would have to die with panache.

For example, he might sacrifice the last of his Hongmeng Purple Qi, which sustained his life force, to contribute to the Sect Master’s Immeasurable Demon Emperor Palace.

And then he would fall, leaving no trace behind, becoming a splendid tale in itself.

But now it seemed the situation had changed; he was somewhat afraid that after his death, the Sect Master would erect a large stele and inscribe upon it a few large characters in a lively, flowing script.

Zhanlong Taoist.

In the years to come, countless disciples would pass by this stele and ask curiously about it, thus passing on the story of the Zhanlong Taoist from mouth to mouth…

Just the thought of it made Xuanqing tense all over, his toes instinctively curling up.

Outside the Ancestral Master Hall.

Shen Yi glanced indifferently at his retreating figure, shook his head, and slowly walked off into the distance.

Knowing that he’s embarrassed is good enough, it shows that he still cares about something, and that means he can continue to endure and live on.

However, Xuanqing’s actions had indeed surprised Shen Yi.

Logically speaking, for him to have made a breakthrough back to Return to Void in such a short time and reached the complete realm should have been considered a commendable performance.

Yet, not only did Senior Xuanqing not feel any hope of avenging a great grudge, but he also planned to end his wretched life directly.

This proved that his story was still not something I was qualified to hear, even with my current performance.

“Tsk.”

Shen Yi made his way toward the Law Storage Pavilion.

He didn’t quite understand; no matter how renowned Xuanqing was, after all, he was once just a Daozi. The extent of the cultivation that the White Jade Capital could provoke, what kind of being could it be?

Even the four great Dragon Palaces of Hongze wouldn’t go so far as to avoid mentioning it, would they?

In any case, never mind whom Senior Xuanqing had provoked.

I now truly have a deadly vendetta with the Southern Dragon Palace.

Shen Yi was no longer the naive little cultivator who had just left Nanyang, knowing nothing.

Su Hongxiu daring to stride so boldly into the palace of the Fleshwing Silkworm, and even until the end, Ke Xuanjian’s father never showed up, it must have been the Heavenly Sword Sect making a move.

They most likely sought out that Prince of the Southern Dragon Palace.

But the matter was confined to the Dragon Descendant’s matrilineal clan and did not involve too much, suggesting that the Dragon Palace Prince was likely still alive.

What’s unclear is whether that old dragon knows it was me who took action.

Such a powerful demon would likely have means to seek out information… If he really knows, then it’s going to be troublesome.

Shen Yi closed his eyes.

In his sea of consciousness, on the Town Stone foot of Wu Jun, there was another blood symbol.

He sighed softly: “…”

It’s not that I’m afraid of anything, such matters should already be customary by now, when debts are high there’s no worry, and when there are too many mosquitoes, one doesn’t feel the itch.

What’s giving Shen Yi a headache is that with the Dragon Palace’s heightened vigilance and deeper understanding of him, taking action in the future would become much riskier.

Creak.

Shen Yi stepped into the Law Storage Pavilion and proceeded to the top floor, slowly pushing open the wooden door.

He returned to that place surrounded by white fog.

“Xuanqing has come, what law do you wish to learn today?”

The same gentle voice as always, the white-haired old man sat cross-legged.

Shen Yi waved his hand as a greeting.

He then took out Ke Shisan’s Town Stone and removed Ke Xuanjian’s corpse from the Finger Ring.

During his recent breakthrough, he had discovered something.

That the two Dragon Descendants could actually be considered as different Town Stones.

One was the Purple Bead Yellow Dragon, the other the Fleshwing Yellow Dragon.

Of course, there was nothing surprising about that, since they came from different matrilineal clans, the bloodlines had indeed changed.

What really surprised Shen Yi was the fact that, even though they were not completely the same bloodline, Ke Shisan’s Town Stone could actually absorb his older brother’s flesh and blood.

“My Master…”

Ke Shisan struggled to contain his excitement; was it finally his turn?

Shen Yi withdrew his gaze. Frankly speaking, considering Ke Xuanjian’s performance, he didn’t really want to condense a separate Town Stone to reconstruct the demon soul for him alone, as he lacked both strength and comprehension and was of advanced age, purely wasting the lifespan of a demon.

With a slight movement of his mind…

The collapsed chest of Old Seven Ke had transformed into a sea of blood that surged into Ke Shisan’s body.

Unlike before, after about sixty percent of the flesh and blood converged into the Town Stone, the remaining blood plasma simply hung in the air.

Shen Yi slightly startled, then summoned the Fleshwing Silkworm Town Stone and poured the other forty percent into its body.

Not a single drop was wasted.

After the two Town Stones thoroughly divided Old Seven Ke.

Shen Yi observed Ke Shisan’s gradually burgeoning aura, and since it was capable of growth, he considered feeding it some Demon Origin.

The stronger the Demon Soul, the longer it could endure during deduction.

[Remaining demon lifespan: Twenty-two million three hundred thousand years]

“…”

Ke Shisan hadn’t yet recovered from the substantial boost in his Boundary, his face still lit with joy, when he was abruptly force-fed the Demon Origin.

Its eyes widened, as if it had guessed something, “My lord… I…”

There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Oh no, going to be imprisoned!

The Demon Origin, in essence, is but ten thousand years of spiritual trials; the intrinsic aptitude and comprehension of the Demonic Beasts also affect how much benefit these ten thousand years can actually yield.

With just nineteen Demon Origins consumed.

In the panel, the suffix behind Ke Shisan’s name had been promoted all the way to the Spiritual level.

Even if it were to break through to the White Jade Capital in the future, it would be sufficient.

Shen Yi glanced sideways, casually retrieved it into the panel, and then the vast demon lifespan was decisively poured into the Tianyan Forty-Nine.

[In the first year, you began to attempt deduction of this spiritual technique with Ke Xuanjian again. Your comprehension of Tianyan Forty-Nine was near perfect, but reaching the true endpoint seemed elusive.]

Surrounded by white mist.

Shen Yi’s figure seemed to transform into a seated statue, his clear eyes gradually overtaken by an encroaching darkness akin to nightfall.

To deduce a spiritual technique to the Complete Realm.

It wasn’t merely about piling up efforts; more often, it was about waiting for that divine spark of Spiritual Light to appear.

That is what’s called enlightenment.

But Shen Yi didn’t care, if the Spiritual Light did not appear, then he would just wait, stubbornly wait!

The drain of demon lifespan became increasingly exaggerated, from the initial decades passing in a snap to using ten thousand years as a measure.

Shen Yi had only sat for a while.

But the withered and weary expression made it seem as though he had been sitting here for hundreds of thousands of years, his vitality progressively withering away.

Only his eyes grew gradually brighter.

In the pupils as dark as the night sky, stars seemed to twinkle.

[In the three hundred and twenty thousandth year, under your diligent supervision, Ke Xuanjian, as if mad, frantically devoured every hard-earned sliver of insight, sharing every thread with you, turning them into a sky full of morning stars.]

[In the three hundred and ninety thousandth year, the two of you sitting motionless burst into wild laughter. You finally filled the firmament, the great Tao counts to fifty, Tianyan Forty-Nine to forty-nine. You used the vast stars to cloak that elusive one, Tianyan Forty-Nine was finally complete, but it wasn’t enough. You looked at each other and an outrageous thought emerged simultaneously in your minds.]

[Return to Void (Spiritual). Tianyan Forty-Nine: Complete]

[In the five hundred and seventieth thousandth year, Ke Xuanjian leapt up, confronting the terrifying expanse of the sky, spear in hand. It swept aside star after star, finally finding the elusive one, lunging towards that sole vitality. In an instant, the purple star dispersed, leaving only the ink robe fluttering slightly. You glanced back with a subtle turn of your head, covering it with your palm, and within the pale flesh of your palm lay another expanse of sky.]

[Return to Void (Spiritual). Wusheng Palm]

In the instant the panel deduction ceased, Shen Yi’s eyes sparkled with a sudden brilliance.

His rigid body trembled slightly, and he lifted his palm.

Resting in the palm still lay the blood rune, its design clear, appearing unchanged from before.

But only Shen Yi, who had accompanied Ke Shisan through so many years, knew what this hand truly signified.

Xuan Qing the elder was right.

Tianyan Forty-Nine indeed was a foolish Cultivation Technique, only serving to enumerate variations to confuse one’s opponent, even at the Complete Realm.

Yet, under their sudden spark of Spiritual Light.

A realization dawned on them.

If the elusive one could never be eliminated.

Instead of increasing the complexity to hide it, why not replace it with oneself?

Wusheng Palm.

To enforce the heavens’ decree, the way of slaying.