Conquering the Immortals (8,000-word update)

Within the Demonic Sect's grotto-heaven.

In a place where not a single person could be seen.

Zhong Shenxiu and Drought Demon Immortal stood suspended in midair, gazing at each other.

In Zhong Shenxiu's eyes, Drought Demon Immortal's features were as flawless as jade, but her eyebrows and hair were fiery red, as though blazing flames were burning there.

Even a dharma body would be burned upon looking at her true appearance.

And besides this Corpse Release Immortal, at the edge of the battlefield, apart from several dharma bodies, there was also a hidden divine sense spying on everything he did.

The second... Corpse Release Immortal?

Zhong Shenxiu found it somewhat amusing.

He knew that these people from the Demonic Sect surely believed he possessed some heaven-shaking opportunity and supreme treasure.

Otherwise, there was simply no way to explain everything.

A mere descendant of a fallen lineage had suddenly achieved a dharma body, and even reached the absolute peak among dharma bodies—no one would believe it if it were spoken aloud.

Cultivating immortality was not like practicing martial arts. The farther one went, the more difficult the bottlenecks became, and the more time was needed.

But Zhong Shenxiu had already reached the stage where he no longer feared his secrets being exposed.

No matter how much they coveted them, anyone who dared to reach out would simply be beaten to death. Simple and satisfying!

"Please!"

Drought Demon Immortal raised a hand slightly, and endless scarlet radiance rained down from the void.

The radiance seemed to possess a life of its own. It flowed ceaselessly, then transformed into images of nine-headed monster birds, giant pythons, flood dragons, and the like.

Zhong Shenxiu remained in the dharma body of Dragon-Tiger Dao Venerable. Purple qi surged for three thousand miles as he suddenly raised