Thirty Million Merit Points! Changsheng Wuji
The headless evil spirit howled, and these golden rays, like a rain of pear blossoms, rained down from the sky, each one causing him unbearable pain.
Combined, that would be even more terrifying; it could make him suffer terribly in an instant.
"Ah! I will never let you go! I have memorized your scent. As long as you remain on the Mythic Battlefield, you will suffer endless pursuit!"
Finally, the headless evil spirit roared in resentment, uttered a harsh threat, turned and fled, transforming into a streak of light that traversed billions of light-years and disappeared into the depths of the void.
"Where do you think you're going!"
Ling Xiao moved and gave chase, but gave up after a short while. The evil spirit, at the seventh level of the Great Dao, was focused on escaping, and there was no way to catch up without countermeasures.
"What a pity! Millions of merit points have just slipped away!" Ling Xiao stamped his foot in regret. The seventh-rank evil spirit was worth 7.4 million merit points. If he could have killed it, he would have had more than 30 million merit points.
However, on second thought, if he hadn't been so lucky to have obtained the Immortal Soul, he would have died at the hands of the Headless Evil Spirit long ago, his ashes scattered to the winds.
How could they possibly turn the tide and win?
"Awesome! Absolutely awesome! Ling Xiao, from now on you're my idol, and my Uncle Boya's only designated partner!"
When Uncle Boya saw that the evil spirit had been driven away, he immediately flew over, clapping his hands enthusiastically, his face beaming with a smile even happier than when his wife gave birth.
A narrow escape!
He had already decided where to be buried after he died, but unexpectedly Ling Xiao suddenly took off and beat the headless evil spirit so badly that it howled like a ghost.
I'd never dared to do that, not even in my wildest dreams.
"Master! My wise and mighty, handsome and elegant master..."
Golden Horn Dao Lord quickly realized what was happening and began to fawn over him with a fawning expression, afraid that Uncle Boya would steal his thunder.
Everyone in the Snow Heaven Clan, regardless of who they were, looked at Ling Xiao with reverence, as if he were a god.
Even a demonic spirit at the seventh level of the Great Dao Realm was no match for Ling Xiao!
Such a record is simply unbelievable.
Especially Tianxue Ji, whose Big Eye were practically sparkling with pink stars; no one had witnessed Ling Xiao's growth more clearly than her.
When they first met Ling Xiao, he was at a cultivation level "roughly at the Primordial Origin Great Luo level". Now, he has been able to force back an evil spirit that is half a step away from the seventh level of the Great Dao.
In a short period of time, he crossed almost two major realms and leaped through a dozen or twenty minor realms.
Outrageous!
The score is on the plain!
This speed of cultivation can only be described in two words.
Myth!
Legends alone are no longer enough to demonstrate Ling Xiao's awesomeness.
"Ling Xiao, what just happened? Why did you suddenly become so powerful, beating the headless evil spirit into running away with its head in its hands!"
Uncle Boya asked tirelessly, full of curiosity and a thirst for knowledge; he desperately wanted to know.
Ling Xiao glanced at him and said indifferently, "You wouldn't understand even if I told you."
He was too lazy to explain; those in the know could see it at a glance, and there was no point in explaining it to those who didn't.
"Tch, fine, don't talk about it then, what's the big deal?"
Uncle Boya scoffed dismissively and arrogantly walked to the side, secretly observing Ling Xiao's reaction as if waiting for him to change his mind.
However, that didn't happen.
"Ling Xiao, now that the crisis is over, why don't we go back now? I'm afraid that headless evil spirit will come back with reinforcements."
Tianxue Yaoyue said with a solemn expression, feeling increasingly that Ling Xiao's situation was very dangerous.
Now they've even offended evil spirits, they're remembered and need to be closely watched.
Thinking about it this way, the outside world is safer, at least it's not like the Mythic Battlefield where enemies are everywhere.
"And I'm worried about my sister and the others..."
Fearing that Ling Xiao might disagree, Tianxue Yaoyue added quietly.
After hearing her words, Ling Xiao smiled slightly, a wicked aura emanating from him. "I understand. I'll leave here once I've earned enough merit."
"Where's the treasure? Aren't you coming with me to find treasure?" Uncle Boya rushed over anxiously when he heard that Ling Xiao was leaving. He had finally found such a capable partner.
The key point is that they are very particular and their word is their bond.
If Ling Xiao leaves here, where will he find such a powerful henchman?
"Treasure, all you ever think about is treasure. Be careful, or one day you'll be ruined by it."
Ling Xiao reprimanded loudly.
"Tch! As if you don't like treasures," Uncle Boya said dismissively.
Ling Xiao ignored them, mounted the Netherworld Heavenly Horse, and continued hunting evil spirits. The group marched off to the next location in a grand procession.
Not long after, they wiped out yet another evil spirit's den. Ling Xiao immediately unleashed a torrential rain of pear blossom needles, and a shower of golden spiritual light rained down from the sky.
Even a demonic spirit at the fifth level of the Great Dao was no match for him.
Before this, Ling Xiao needed to go through some trouble and put in some effort to kill a fifth-level evil spirit.
Nowadays, it's almost an instant kill.
Before the Snow Heaven Clan could even make a move, all the evil spirits were instantly killed by Ling Xiao in one strike.
At this point, his achievements successfully surpassed the 30 million mark.
"That's it, wrap it up!"
Ling Xiao withdrew his supernatural powers and looked at his merit points, which had already exceeded 30 million, feeling a great sense of satisfaction despite his obsessive-compulsive tendencies.
"Let's head back to the Origin True Realm now!"
Ling Xiao said loudly that his initial goal had been achieved: the 30 million merits, plus the series of things he had done, were enough to stir up a storm.
He needs to return to the Origin True Realm first; perhaps Di Jun and Tai Yi are looking for him outside.
Everyone except Uncle Boya showed excitement. Netherworld Heavenly Horse felt that the chances of being rescued would be much greater once they got out.
He doesn't want to be someone's mount for life, even if that person is incredibly powerful.
Just as Ling Xiao and his group were about to set off, they hadn't flown far when the void in front of them suddenly collapsed, as if torn open, and a group of imposing beings emerged.
There were men and women, all of them young people, but the one leading them, who looked like a teenager, exuded an air of premature maturity.
He spotted Ling Xiao and the others at a glance, locked his gaze on them, whispered a few words to the person beside him, and then slowly spoke.
"Are you Ling Xiao, the one who killed Zhan Tianyan?"
"Exactly."
Ling Xiao remained calm. Hearing the man's question, he roughly guessed the man's identity.
"My name is Changsheng Wuji, and I have come to take your life on the orders of the Ancestor of War."
The young boy spoke coldly, wearing an ancient Daoist robe. Although he looked young, he had a profound aura, and every word he spoke exuded an unyielding will.
"Take my life? With your strength?"
Ling Xiao laughed. He was ready to leave and let these blind fools go, but he didn't expect them to come knocking on his door at this time.
"Insolence! Do you know who we are? We murdered the descendant of the Ancestor of War! Our crime is unforgivable! You all must die, not one of you will be spared!"
A thunderous sound erupted, and a man beside Changsheng Wuji suddenly attacked, raising his hand to unleash a palm strike that seemed to swallow the heavens and earth, continuously expanding as it reached out to grab Ling Xiao.