Fate Extinguished, Immortals Fell

"Zhang Chen, we're from the same clan! We share the same ancestor, the same blood runs through our veins—you can't just abandon me!" Zhang Xiaohua wailed and begged within the passage, hoping to stir Zhang Chen's compassion.

Zhang Chen's gaze swept over the struggling, howling Zhang Xiaohua, a trace of coldness in his eyes. Hearing Tiger Strength Great Immortal's question from the side, he did not answer directly, merely sighing. "It's a pity I have no means of controlling souls. Otherwise, I could subdue Zhang Xiaohua and gain another helper in the future."

His Six-Word Mantra could only control living beings whose cultivation was lower than his own. Once controlled, they would remain controlled forever. No matter how far their cultivation advanced in the future, they would never escape his grasp.

As for Zhang Xiaohua, he had already entered the Eleventh Order. The gap between their cultivation was too vast, and if Zhang Chen wished to control him, the Six-Word Mantra Calligraphy was useless.

Tiger Strength Great Immortal's tiger eyes sized Zhang Chen up and down. Recalling the soul of his own that Zhang Chen controlled, he secretly muttered, Damn it, I'm fucking unlucky. Of all people, I had to run into this bastard—and I just happened to meet him when I'd been beaten back into a reincarnated state, letting him control me.

Tiger Strength Great Immortal cursed inwardly, but his expression did not reveal the slightest hint of it. "Trying to control a Great Cultivator is practically as difficult as climbing to heaven."

Tiger Strength Great Immortal had no method of controlling Great Cultivators either.

The divine power within Zhang Xiaohua, trapped inside the Crystal Stone, grew increasingly thin. It was beginning to fall short of expenditure, while his flesh was being gnawed away in a bloody mess, stark