The Death of Li Muxuan

Yet, more were driven to madness by fear, surging forward wave after wave in a futile attempt to drown this god of slaughter in sheer numbers.

Du Yang moved like a phantom, weaving through the crowd with a speed that transcended the limits of visual perception.

Every flicker of his movement saw a flower of blood bloom.

Every wave of his hand saw a patch of the crowd cleared away.

Sometimes a finger, shattering a brow;

Sometimes a palm, caving in a chest;

Sometimes a fist, exploding a skull.

Even the faint vibration of the white Primordial Qi surrounding his body was enough; those who drew near were struck as if by a heavy blow, their bones shattered as they were sent flying backward.

He was not employing any intricate or complex techniques, merely the simplest and most direct of motions.

Yet, bolstered by the absolute power of the Triple Inverse Life—which allowed him to "utilize Primordial Qi as his own"—these simplest of actions became utterly devastating!

Truly devastating!

The bizarre methods and formidable cultivation that the members of Quanxing usually took such pride in appeared laughable and fragile in the face of this absolute disparity in power.

They fell in swathes like stalks of wheat; blood stained the streams and soaked the earth, while broken corpses piled up like mountains, the thick, pungent scent of gore rising into the sky.

Occasionally, a few elder-level experts would exhaust their strength to unleash their ultimate techniques, their violent Qi capable of splitting mountains and cleaving stone, yet when these attacks struck the white light surrounding Du Yang, they failed to stir even a ripple, instead causing the attackers to vomit blood and suffer broken bones from the backlash.

From beginning to end, Du Yang's expression remained as calm as water, his eyes as clear as ever.

The white robes he wore remained as pristine as new.

With his own strength, he had crushed over a hundred members of Quanxing; those who had besieged him were either dead or maimed.

He stood like a deity descended, single-handedly purging the horde of demons.

When the last member of Quanxing who dared to charge forward had his throat pierced by a finger-strike from the air, the valley fell into a deathly silence, save for the sound of the flowing stream.

Those who remained alive, hiding far in the back and not daring to approach, were already scared out of their wits, collapsing to the ground without even the strength to flee, staring in terror at Du Yang, whose white light was gradually receding, as if looking at a demon god.

It was not just Wu Gensheng; many among the Quanxing ranks gasped in horror.

Not only had they failed to exact their revenge, but they had also lost a massive group of their brothers in the process.

After this back-and-forth, none of the remaining Quanxing members dared to step forward.

On the side of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Zhiwei watched the ethereal, immortal-like Du Yang, and in the end, the corners of his mouth curled upward.

Du Yang cast a cold glance at these people; those who had harbored killing intent toward him and had shown no mercy were all ruthlessly executed.

These individuals accounted for more than half of the Quanxing members who had arrived.

Quanxing had been struck with pain and fear this time.

Quanxing had suffered a blow to its very foundations and would likely take a long time to recover its vitality.

This group of meddlers, these people addicted to slaughter, deserved exactly this.

And so, the members of Quanxing watched helplessly as Du Yang slowly walked away, not daring to let out even a whimper, feeling utterly humiliated.

From this moment on, Du Yang unleashed the full extent of the Triple Inverse Life, transforming into a streak of white brilliance; like lightning in the daylight, he tore through the clouds and soared into the sky, as if riding the wind through the void.

When the Triple Inverse Life was pushed to its limit, it felt as if he were merging into the vast emptiness, the terrifying airflow crackling with every movement.

He traversed a distance of several hundred miles in an incredibly short span of time.

Du Yang descended, arriving precisely at Dawang Mountain, at the entrance of the cave where Li Muxuan was currently hiding within the Gao Huzi Stronghold.

He walked inside until he saw the trembling Li Muxuan.

Du Yang asked in a cold voice:

"Li Muxuan, do you know your wrongs?"

Li Muxuan looked at Du Yang in astonishment, "Who are you? How did you know I was hiding here?"

Du Yang seemed to ignore Li Muxuan, speaking to himself:

"Back then, when you, Li Muxuan, wanted to join the Sanyi Sect, my master simply did not see a connection with you. The bond between master and disciple is a matter of mutual consent; who else can you blame?"

"You, Li Muxuan, did not bow to my father either, choosing instead to spitefully bow to Ghost Hand Wang, and later committed so many evils in the jianghu, until finally, you humiliated Ruantao to the point of suicide. Can you really attribute all of these faults to my master?"

In Du Yang's eyes.

Li Muxuan... the current Li Muxuan, was already no different from a dead man.

No, even worse than a dead man.

At the very least, the dead are already gone, while he was a living man who wanted to die but dared not.

Du Yang said coldly:

"When it comes down to it, the Sanyi Sect owes you nothing, and my master owes you nothing. It was you who brought Wu Gensheng to the mountain."

"My master's death was caused by you, and the blood feud between the Sanyi Sect and Quanxing was also sparked by you. It is like a house that would eventually collapse; it might have fallen on its own, but you were the one who insisted on setting the fire that burned it down."

"In the eyes of my Quanxing brethren, it was you who led the Quanxing leader to the Sanyi Sect, resulting in the death of our sect leader, shattering the goal that generations of Sanyi disciples had pursued, and nearly causing the Sanyi Sect to be wiped out because of you."

Du Yang's heartfelt words brought sudden clarity to the wicked child Li Muxuan, who then clutched his head and wept bitterly, consumed by remorse for all he had done.

Suddenly, the white Qi that had previously retracted into Du Yang's body began to circulate slowly once more.

This time, the halo radiating from him was softer and more ethereal, as if resonating with the surrounding heaven and earth.

Du Yang slowly closed his eyes, perhaps triggered by the activation of the golden finger he had received upon transmigrating.

He saw many versions of Du Yang who had transmigrated into different worlds, and one of them had truly become an immortal.

That immortal Du Yang used the Triple Inverse Life as a bridge, crossing the gaps between countless worlds to overlap a wisp of his aura onto him.

Du Yang's body became crystalline once again, quietly circulating the Triple Inverse Life.

First layer, second layer... until reaching that mysterious and profound third realm.

Li Muxuan suddenly opened his eyes; the boy's figure began to blur, his edges losing clarity as if he were about to merge into that purest white Qi.

His features remained distinct, yet they were veiled in a layer of inhuman, holy radiance, as if he were ascending to immortality—a manifestation of the Dao.

For a fleeting moment, Du Yang felt as though he had broken free from some shackle, transcending the boundaries of the mundane to become one with the vast and invisible Great Dao of heaven and earth.

Sacred, ethereal, lofty, and inhuman.

This was the wisp of aura bestowed upon him by the immortal Du Yang.

Li Muxuan's pupils contracted violently, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

"The Triple Inverse Life... it can truly lead to immortality."

"So that is how it is; I have wronged the Daying Immortal."

He no longer hesitated, walking step by step toward the white light radiating from Du Yang.

Du Yang watched him quietly, neither stopping him nor inviting him in.

Li Muxuan stepped into that expanse of white Qi.

Starting from his fingertips, his skin, muscles, and bones began to turn into particles, scattering like Fire Fly, dissolving completely.

He felt no pain; instead, his face wore an expression of liberation as he continued his steady pace.

In the end, he vanished entirely into the white Qi, leaving no trace behind.