Lu Wenyuan gazed at that ghostly head and suddenly felt somewhat suffocated.
Although he was a Spirit Transformation cultivator, the aura emanating from that ghostly head was even more unfathomable, as if it were the lofty... heavens!
"We cultivators forge our own fate. Our destiny lies with us, not the heavens!"
Under the crisis of life and death, Lu Wenyuan erupted with all his potential. He reached into the void and seized a dilapidated blade that nonetheless shimmered with spiritual light.
This was an incomplete Immortal Artifact, its power long since surpassing the limits of the mortal world.
He continuously chanted a Magic Incantation. One rune after another lit up on the blade, bursting with astonishing spiritual energy.
The void faintly trembled. A red-and-white radiance flashed across the broken blade and spread outward, transforming into a gigantic saber more than ten zhang long. A ferocious tiger head roared atop the saber's tip.
"Immortal Artifact Mysterious Tiger, Seven Kill Slash!"
Lu Wenyuan gripped the Mysterious Tiger Saber and swung it fiercely!
Roar, roar!
Amid the tiger's roar, the enormous red-and-white saber light seemed to transform into a gigantic tiger, pouncing toward the azure ghost face.
The next moment!
That ghostly head opened its pitch-black maw, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs. Each fang seemed to imprison the soul of at least one Spirit Transformation cultivator, all howling in agony...
A scarlet tongue shot out and pierced straight through the saber light. Lu Wenyuan felt excruciating pain in both hands, and the Immortal Artifact Mysterious Tiger had already vanished without a trace!
"That ghost is definitely beyond the Spirit Transformation Realm. Why did I encounter it the moment I ascended?"
Lu Wenyuan raised his hand and released countless talismans flashing with spiritual light, which gathered into a torrent of magic.
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