True Lord Teaches the Art, Primordial Human Soul
True Person Qing Niu was renowned throughout the Chiqing Realm.
He had already made a name for himself ten thousand years ago.
He was a strong contender for the position of the Chiqing Realm's number-one cultivator and was acknowledged as the strongest expert on Daoyuan Continent.
Even Su Hao had heard of him long ago.
Especially since, not long ago, this man had inexplicably fallen into demonic possession and slaughtered every last member of his own sect, Xuan Yi Sect—not sparing even the chickens or dogs.
True Person Gan Zi was already an Eleventh Tribulation Loose Immortal, and the helpers around him numbered far more than Granny Golden Flower and the other two Loose Immortals.
The Taihao Sacred Dynasty had already subdued quite a few experts during this period.
Thirteen Loose Immortals and five early-stage Mahayana cultivators.
Only by joining forces could the eighteen of them barely suppress the maddened True Person Qing Niu.
After the time it took an incense stick to burn, True Person Gan Zi and the others gradually fell into a disadvantage again.
The sight left Su Hao both amused and exasperated.
Of course, one major benefit of falling into demonic possession was a great surge in strength, along with fearlessness and a lack of restraint.
Moreover, True Person Qing Niu himself was a Mahayana Perfection cultivator who could undergo tribulation and ascend at any moment.
Just as True Person Gan Zi was about to suffer a loss,
over ten thousand golden, dazzling Heavenly Dragons flew out of Phoenix Perch Mountain. Their dragon roars were majestic, while Buddhist chants filled heaven and earth.
The Buddhist light was like a blazing sun.
True Person Qing Niu instinctively turned his head.
The next second, his body was submerged by the