Transforming into a Venerable

He sensed the fluctuations of the Soul Banner.

He could sense that the Soul Banner had merely sent out a Yin God, then fallen silent again. The Yin God's strength was not great, so there was no need for him to undergo Liberation by Violence and return.

Now, all he needed to do was wait.

Wait for Third Sister to raise her cultivation, granting him the mana needed to unleash spells and divine abilities.

At the center of the giant hall's ruins, flesh and blood intertwined over the black jade skeleton.

The moment it emerged, it was devoured by thunderfire.

Even after the flesh had burned away completely, the flames did not extinguish. Instead, they clung to the skeletal frame and blazed fiercely. The Dharma robe on its body had long since burned away, while the scales had turned to charred remnants hanging at its waist.

As the thunderfire seeped in, the agony made Tu Shan Jun, the Main Soul who often walked among severed limbs and mangled corpses, feel the brilliant might of Heaven and Earth. It truly was like a prison.

His Hell Transformation was an auxiliary art derived from his understanding of the Dao, one more suited to supporting spells and divine abilities. Naturally, it could not compare to the prison of heavenly might.

The cultivation scrolls said that between life and death lay great terror.

Therefore, many who attained immortality had been gravely ill, beyond the aid of medicine or stone, only then grasping the true meaning of the immortal path between life and death.

Cultivators refined leakless bodies, forging themselves into glass vajras. Without illness, they would never suffer serious sickness. Unable to seek inwardly, they could only seek outwardly.

Thus were born countless tribulations summarized by cultivators.

Such as human tribulations, emotional tribulations, demonic