Arrival in the Spirit Realm, Spirit Pet on the Verge of Death

As those words fell one after another, the red-robed female cultivator was soon driven into near silence by Wei Tu's "verbal assault."

Wei Tu was happy to see it. If a True Spirit descendant could not be controlled by him and submit to him, he would rather pretend it did not exist.

Besides, his ascension was imminent, and he could not be bothered to keep tangling with this red-robed female cultivator.

By now, he was no longer the "three-nothings cultivator" of years past—without resources, knowledge, or cultivation techniques. There was no need for him to "make peace" with prisoners like Red Dragon Ancestor and Nethergod's divided soul in exchange for a bit of assistance.

Success would please him; failure would not leave him resentful.

Thus, after forming a hand seal and forcibly making the woman revert to her true form, the Blood-Winged Mo, he stuffed her into his sleeve. Then he raised his eyes toward the spatial rift protected by the inner formation of the Nine-Capital Profound Spirit Array.

Taking a deep breath, he retrieved the array flags placed nearby. Holding a talisman in hand, he raised a talisman-force barrier and activated his Yang-Soul Immortal Garment, then stepped into the spatial rift without hesitation.

Cross-realm teleportation was no easy matter.

Not long after entering the spatial rift, the talisman-force barrier protecting Wei Tu's body was effortlessly torn apart by a sudden spatial storm. Fortunately, he was himself a body cultivator. After enduring a brief burst of spatial tearing force and suffering a few internal injuries, he swiftly activated the Yang-Soul Immortal Garment and was finally able to breathe a little easier.

Unfortunately, that composure was a capability unique to him. For the Sky-Rending Eagle and Blood-Winged Mo, his two spirit pets, things were vastly different.

The Sky-Rending Eagle fared