Interesting, but it's like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

Luo Chuan stood with one hand behind his back, his expression cold and stern. As he drifted backward, he raised a hand and pressed it against his storage bag. A Soul Banner answered the summons and emerged.

Luo Chuan thrust his right hand into the banner and made a grasping motion. Two Illusory Yin Realm souls were drawn into his palm, and without hesitation, he swallowed them.

True essence surged through his body at high speed. His gaze, sharp as icy blades, locked onto the golden core spinning before Yao Changdong, a glimmer of coldness surfacing in his eyes.

That chain of calculations just now had indeed seized the initiative, forcing Yao Changdong into a position where he could not counterattack even for an instant. Layer upon layer of schemes had nearly woven a dead-end trap.

Yet in the end, it had failed to achieve its purpose.

Yao Changdong now felt the chasm between the early and middle stages of Spirit Severing to the fullest. If that set of killing moves had been used against any other Spirit Severing cultivator, he would have been absolutely certain of taking their life.

But against Luo Chuan, he had failed to leave even the slightest wound.

The golden core had certainly played a crucial role, but even without it to protect him, Yao Changdong surely possessed other life-preserving divine abilities.

"An ancient great clan descended from the Immortal Realm—how could the immortal arts and secret techniques passed down through its generations possibly be few?"

A savage gleam burst from Yao Changdong's eyes. The hand seals of his right hand shifted rapidly, and the golden core hovering at his side suddenly sped up as it circled him. At the same time, he raised his left arm and pointed through the air, shouting, "Immortal art,