Ma Tuo

Zhuge Yuan's successful cultivation gave Li Huowang a sliver of inspiration. Since Zhuge Yuan could do it, perhaps others could try as well.

In his experience, there were not many who were weaker than Zhuge Yuan, yet not too much weaker.

Though he did not know whether it would work, in this situation, he could only treat a dead horse as if it were alive.

Even delaying things for a while would be good. Reinforcements would surely come later.

Li Huowang took a deep breath, trembling as he closed his eyes and desperately recalled the moment Danyangzi had once possessed his body.

It was a memory he had always wanted to bury, but at this moment, Li Huowang dug that sensation back out.

As Li Huowang's head swayed continuously with afterimages trailing behind it, his charred skin began to regrow. Yet it did not grow back into his original flesh. Instead, a layer of wrinkled skin grew forth.

The next instant, something like feathers coated in tar pierced through his skin and burrowed out. At the same time, Li Huowang's head instantly split into three utterly different heads—old, middle-aged, and young—belonging to Danyangzi. A white strand of Immortal Floss swiftly spread from left to right.

The three nested mouths opened at once. "Hahaha! This Daoist master isn't dead! This Daoist master shall live as long as Heaven and Earth! What did I tell you? There never was any Li Huowang! Li Huowang is merely one of this Daoist master's three corpses!!"

Accompanied by that shout, Danyangzi's body, its internal organs turned inside out, rapidly floated upward. Ignoring everything around him, he drifted toward Beyond the Heavens.

Yet the instant Danyangzi appeared, he immediately drew that thing's attention. The aura of a half-immortal was simply too distinctive.

It charged at Danyangzi