Slaughtering the Great Grandmasters, Crossing Out One's Lifespan

The bridge did not appear in a vast, divine realm.

Zhang Fusheng was unable to pull someone who also possessed Thousand Year Spirit Refining level into his own Mental Spiritual Realm.

That decaying, lifeless, and dilapidated bridge was manifested directly between heaven and earth.

The bridge wasn't large, yet it strangely enveloped the old woman and eleven of the most powerful figures of the time simultaneously.

It even includes twelve enormous, radiant Dharma images, each over a kilometer long!!

Cui Wendao stared blankly at the strange sight in the sky; it was truly eerie.

Each of the magnificent Dharma forms was far larger than the eerie Ancient Bridge, yet they all existed on the Ancient Bridge at the same time!

This contradiction and conflict made him feel nauseous, and he gagged slightly, the calm and collected expression on his face disappearing for the first time.

"A Supreme Treasure?"

Cui Wendao murmured, a hint of excitement appearing on his face. As a special individual qualified to wield that book,

He had already established a connection with that ancient book in the slightest, but at this moment, gazing at the Ancient Bridge, following the threads of that connection, he had an unsettling feeling of being moved!

This suggests that there is a connection between the Ancient Bridge and the Supreme Treasure of the Qinghe Cui Clan.

Cui Wendao's eyes were bright and piercing as he pondered the three words "Zhang Fusheng," his eyes already half-closed. At the same time...

"Now!"

The old woman stood on the Ancient Bridge, roaring angrily, desperately trying to sense the vanished Nail Head Seven Arrows Book. She knew it was still in her hands, she knew she was still riding the Golden Ancient Chariot.

But once inside the Netherworld, a hazy mist appeared before his eyes, flashing through illusory scenes of his three past lives, and then he could see nothing at all!

The Nail Head Seven Arrows Book were beyond her control; she could only borrow their power. But at this moment, she dared not move and could not turn back.

The old woman couldn't find Zhang Fusheng anywhere, so even with a thousand tricks and ten thousand killing moves, she had nowhere to use them!

The ancient chariots roared.

The faint golden light had barely begun to appear when it was swallowed up by the ethereal mist over the Helplessness Bridge.

One is Great Magic Artifact made to imitate a certain Supreme Treasure, while the other is a genuine Supreme Treasure; the two are completely incomparable.

A sudden warning signal went through my mind.

The old woman suddenly looked up and was shocked to see a brilliant fist imprint landing on her!

'Wow!!'

Her head caved in, and she spat out a mouthful of blood shimmering with a precious light, roaring once more:

"Zhang Fusheng, what kind of skill is it to hide your true colors?"

"Come forth, fight me, and battle me!"

A soft laugh seeped in through the lingering mist, echoing in the ears of the twelve Great Grandmaster, including the old woman.

"There!"

Wang Changhuan roared, and the three faint flames behind his head suddenly surged. The old woman, following the sound, lifted up the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book obscured by the mist but unseen yet undeniably real.

Dharma Image! Borrowing Momentum! Strike!

The eerie tattoos on her skin writhed, communicating with the deity she worshipped, and the image behind her briefly emitted a brilliant light, piercing through the dark mist!

The Dharma Image gathered the power of heaven and earth in its hands, forming a giant spear over a hundred meters long.

The Nail Head Seven Arrows Book swirled around it, and then it was hurled with all its might toward the direction from which the soft laughter had come!

'Tear!!'

A burst of intense golden light shot out.

The dazzling spear, carrying a chilling aura, pierced through a mountain and continued forward, embedding itself into the earth.

After a brief silence.

The pierced mountains began to crumble like mirrors smashed on the ground, the holes that had pierced through them starting to break apart.

The earth where the dazzling spear had pierced was suddenly torn apart and lifted into the air a moment later, as if a super bomb had been detonated underground!

A massive amount of rock fragments shot into the sky, then, like meteors, were enveloped in blazing white light as they plummeted towards the distant earth.

"Heaven and Earth Furnace Fire"

Zhang Fusheng exclaimed softly, "After drawing upon the power of heaven and earth, any means of killing are greatly amplified, making them terrifyingly powerful!"

The twelve great masters on the Helplessness Bridge all heard the source of the voice—behind them.

The young man had been standing at the bridgehead the whole time, right behind them.

But they couldn't turn back.

"Kill!!"

One of the major sects roared and unleashed its killing intent, striking backward without looking back; the other major sects did the same.

The brilliant killing techniques intertwined into a river of light, heading against the dark mist, only to miss again, evaporating a patch of land!

"My turn."

A calm sound lingered in everyone's ears.

The next second.

Hundreds and thousands of brilliant fist imprints, carrying immense Qi and Blood capable of overturning mountains, struck at every Grandmaster!

There was no way to avoid it, and no way to intercept it.

Before the fist was thrown, it had already landed.

The four Grandmasters who had only lit two furnace flames were instantly destroyed. Under the suppression of the ancient, imposing Ancient Bridge, the furnace flames were extinguished in an instant, leaving them no time to even Regeneration from a Drop of Blood!

The others were also in bad shape, covered in bruises, especially the old woman, who received "special attention," with numerous bright fist marks landing on her back.

Forced by circumstances, she involuntarily took two steps forward, getting closer to the end of the Ancient Bridge!

A great sense of terror arose in the old woman's heart. She didn't know what would happen if she stepped across the Ancient Bridge, but...

It's definitely not a good thing.

"You scoundrel!"

"Do you dare to fight me head-on?"

The old woman spoke in shock and anger, her roar like thunder. The four furnace flames burned to their limit, and the tattoos on her body twisted violently as she communicated with the gods!

She experienced a brief period of rejuvenation, transforming from an aged and faded woman back to her youthful appearance.

With skin as smooth as jade and long hair reaching her waist, she resembled an unparalleled beauty.

I sensed it.

A sharp glint flashed in the eyes of the stunningly beautiful woman; in that brief instant, she sensed Zhang Fusheng's presence.

Her delicate hands, covered in flowing tattoos that converged in her palms, pressed down.

It's clearly descending.

But that jade-like hand, strangely displaced by space, appeared above Zhang Fusheng's head and crushed down.

At the same time, a giant palm with a three-thousand-meter-long Dharma image also crushed down!

Is it locked?

Zhang Fusheng's expression remained unchanged. If this had happened ten days ago, and he had been caught in a spatial lock-on attack, he would have had nowhere to escape and would have been destined to be annihilated.

But things are not the same as they were ten days ago.

You should have done this a long time ago.

He spoke calmly, closed his eyes, and his flesh and blood peeled away, coalescing behind him into a Great Tomb of flesh and blood. The skeletal coffin inside the tomb was opened, and his Dharma form surged forth.

The Dharma Image of the Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate.

The delicate hand and the giant palm of the Dharma image that were crushed down suddenly decayed and disappeared. The peerless beauty could not see what had happened, but a very bad premonition arose in her heart!

"Let's attack together and kill him!"

She shouted, and then raised the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book high!

The next instant.

The image of the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal opens its eyes.

The flowing wind and clouds suddenly stopped, as if a pause button had been pressed. After the Dharma form, formed by the unity of essence, Essence, Qi, and Spirit, was created, the three furnace fires burned fiercely.

"Definitely dead."

Zhang Fusheng murmured softly, and the Dharma image of the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal raised both palms and gently pushed.

Without any hindrance.

The stunningly beautiful woman was forcibly pushed forward, and in a daze, she found herself standing on the edge of the Ancient Bridge. Stumbling, she fell over.

The Helplessness Bridge, where the living cross, sighing in despair life after life, only to enter the cycle of reincarnation once more.

"What's this?"

The peerless beauty walked across the Helplessness Bridge and was able to turn back.

She stared blankly at the image of the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal who had risen from the ground, unsure whether she was asking about the Helplessness Bridge or about the image itself.

She began to die.

Forced to wither away in an unstoppable manner, her skin and flesh peeled away, and her soul also peeled away, transforming her from a peerless beauty into a pink skeleton.

"Supreme Treasure."

She faced the remaining eight Grand Masters and sighed softly.

The pink skull stood still, motionless.

The eight major merchants felt a chill run down their spines.

Dead?

An old woman who had one foot in the Innate Great Realm, practically a being treated as an Innate Realm expert, died after communicating with the gods and reversing her youth?

A chill ran through them, and then they all looked up in fear.

I don't know when.

The Dharma form of the Nine Nether Sin-Removing Heavenly Venerate was already standing behind them, head bowed, gazing at them.

Eight pairs of eyes met the gaze of the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal.

Zhang Fusheng's figure disappeared on the Helplessness Bridge and reappeared beside Cui Wendao.

The latter stared at the Ancient Bridge in the distance, frozen in time, his eyelids twitching, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Why didn't you kill them?"

Zhang Fusheng glanced at him, then turned his gaze to the Helplessness Bridge, looking at the eight great masters who were facing off against the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal.

He spoke calmly:

"All has returned to dust, ashes to ashes."

The words had barely left his mouth.

On the Ancient Bridge, one by one the fires in the furnaces went out, and the great masters stood in place, their life force beginning to dissipate, dissipating until they were gone.

At the same level of the three furnace fires, and suppressed by the Helplessness Bridge, they relied on the power of the Heavenly Venerate of Sin Removal's Dharma form...

He could even decide life and death with a single word.

The eight great masters vanished into thin air, dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

The Ancient Bridge vanished, disappearing into who knows where. The Golden Ancient Chariot landed beside Zhang Fusheng, and the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book flew into his hand.

He carefully examined the thin, twenty-one-page book, scrutinizing the blood-stained straw figure on the cover.

He casually said:

"Tell me about your Book of Life and Death?"

As he spoke, Zhang Fusheng looked towards the distant land.

Vast stretches of land are being swallowed by a vortex—and it's not just the land.

He saw that even the 'sky' was being pulled towards the vortex by the unknown force.

It is that so-called Land of Exotic Treasures.

More accurately,

It is a place where the Tianli Faction's Celestial Person hide and recuperate, and it is now devouring this small world.

Cui Wendao sideways, staring intently at the young man named Zhang Fusheng, and calmly said:

"You want to kill me?"

"Yes."

Cui Wendao, "Oh," and shook his head.

"But you shouldn't have let me know your name, the Book of Life and Death. Since you know it's the Book of Life and Death, you should know that as long as you pay the price, you can have your name written in it."

"To add a million years to someone's lifespan."

"Or, let someone die of old age."

Behind Cui Wendao, three furnace flames also rose and fell—he was a [Grandmaster] who lit three furnace flames.

At this moment.

The Spiritual Furnace Fire has quietly died out.

Zhang Fusheng looked at his wrinkled hands. The old man glanced sideways, stared intently at Cui Wendao, and asked in surprise:

"How could you possibly write on the Book of Book of Life and Death? And what price did you pay?"

Cui Wendao stood with his hands behind his back, gazing indifferently at the man whose lifespan had ended and who was rapidly aging and dying.

He said calmly:

"Our Cui clan's ancestor has been in charge of the Book of Life and Death for over a thousand years, and special talents are always born among his descendants."

"Those of us with special talents, who were also candidates to hold the book, were able to communicate with the Book of Life and Death and Death enshrined in my Cui family ancestral hall across a great distance and alter the Book of Life and Death three times."

Is it possible to tamper with the Book of Life and Death three times?

Zhang Fusheng coughed as he thought about how he was growing increasingly old.

After a short while,

Cui Wendao at Zhang Fusheng with pity:

"You're only eighteen? Eighteen years old, yet you kill such a powerful figure as easily as slaughtering chickens and dogs. What a pity. As for the price I paid?"

He sighed softly:

"The first stroke: seal off the spirit."

Zhang Fusheng was now old and frail, his back hunched, his clothes filthy, his headdress worn out, sweat dripping from his armpits, and his body stinking.

This is a celestial sign that appears when a person who has achieved spiritual progress reaches the end of their lifespan; it is also known as the sign of the Five Decays in the Celestial Person.

Once it reaches this point, there is absolutely no way to save it.

He has passed away.

Zhang Fusheng gave a strained smile:

"What would be the cost of making a second or third stroke?"

Facing the first person whose lifespan he had taken from them, Cui Wendao displayed extreme patience:

"The second stroke seals off [qi], and the third stroke seals off [essence]."

Zhang Fusheng suddenly realized:

"Only by using Essence, Qi, and Spirit, and spirit as 'fuel' can one make a mark on the Book of Life and Death and change one's lifespan."

No wonder Du Mingsheng was unable to break through to the Innate Realm after adding a million years to his lifespan.

His spirit has been stripped away, cutting off any possibility of advancement, and making it impossible for him to attain the position of Thousand Year Spirit Refining.

Zhang Fusheng finally asked:

"Is there no going back once the price is paid?"

Cui Wendao calmly and replied:

"The Heavenly Elixir can make up for it."

He reached out and gently patted the old Zhang Fusheng, who was unable to move.

Go in peace.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.

Zhang Fusheng managed a weak smile.

Then his hunched back straightened, the wrinkles on his body smoothed out, and under Cui Wendao's frozen, stiff gaze,

He went from being a frail old man to a spirited young man.