Like a great building collapsing, once it began, it swept through with the force of rotting wood and withered weeds.
What's more, Ling Qing had already severed Xuan Sheng's immortal foundation.
In no time at all, hundreds of thousands of years of bitter cultivation vanished in an instant.
Fortunately, Ling Qing used the Nine-Layer Azure Gate to suppress it and the Immortal-Ending Sword to extinguish the energy unleashed by the collapse of his magic power.
Xuan Sheng was not injured by the thunderous collapse of his own magic power.
Not only that, Ling Qing had stripped away every imprint from all his magical cultivation and fused it into his flesh and blood.
With his origin foundation severed and his cultivation crippled, the demon that had coexisted with him as one naturally could no longer remain.
It transformed into a strand of resentment, which Xuan Sheng ground away with his own strength of will.
Just like the stray thoughts in a person's heart—when such a thought has power behind it, it is hard to shake.
But once it loses all support, it vanishes into smoke in an instant.
Ling Qing swept his horsetail whisk, and the Immortal-Ending Sword flashed back into its sheath. The Nine-Layer Azure Gate, too, drifted into his hand and disappeared.
The Black Python had originally been ten thousand zhang long. Though his cultivation had now been crippled, his body had not shrunk in the slightest.
Once he was freed from the Azure Gate's suppression, he suddenly arched his body, about to return to his original size.
Seeing this, Ling Qing suddenly shouted, "Why aren't you taking human form? What are you waiting for?"
Xuan Sheng, who was continuously expanding, abruptly came to his senses. With a shake of his body, he transformed into human form and landed