Shock! Could it be a True Immortal Descending to the Mortal Realm

"Is he going all out?"

Lin Xiaoyao saw it clearly, yet he remained utterly uninterested.

Even though his opponent had exhausted every trick and played all his cards, in his eyes, it still boiled down to one word... weak!

Feeling a sense of listlessness, he decided it was better to resolve this trouble quickly; returning to sign in would be far more interesting.

He raised his right hand, his movements neither hurried nor slow, and pointed forward with a casual, airy grace.

"Freeze!"

Before the words had even faded.

The entire valley.

The flowers, trees, birds, beasts, insects, and fish, as well as the surging, roaring demonic energy, including Old Demon Jia's physical body, instantly froze in place, unable to move, as if time itself had stopped at that very moment.

"This... is this an Immobilization Spell?"

Old Demon Jia could still barely speak, though his voice was extremely hoarse. He widened his eyes, as if witnessing a scene that was completely beyond belief.

It felt as if his entire worldview had collapsed in this instant.

What was before him seemed like a massive joke.

An Immobilization Spell?

That was merely a basic Five Elements technique.

Moreover, it was incredibly useless, not even comparable to minor spells like Fireballs or Wind Blades, capable only of affecting small creatures like snakes, insects, rats, or ants.

Even a mortal with vigorous blood and energy could struggle free from it; how could it be considered an immortal art?

Yet, his opponent had used this very move to deal with him.

And the key was, it had actually succeeded!

Aside from being able to barely speak, he couldn't move a single finger on his entire body.

Terror gripped his heart.

Even a Great Vehicle stage cultivator likely couldn't achieve this!

No, they definitely couldn't!

Could it be...

A bolder guess surfaced in his mind, yet it was too incredible to believe.

Unfortunately, there was no time left for him to slowly investigate.

Lin Xiaoyao waved his hand.

The movement was gentle, as if he were shooing away a fly.

However, Old Demon Jia discovered with horror.

His body, as if it were a rock that had endured a thousand years of wind, frost, rain, and snow, began to weather into sand the moment it touched the sunlight, drifting away with the wind...

His expression was one of extreme terror, but trapped by the Immobilization Spell, he could not struggle, and gradually, he could no longer speak.

Then, his eyes lost their luster.

He vanished from the world completely.

This time, it was a true destruction of both body and soul.

Before he died, only one thought kept lingering in his mind.

"Could this person actually be a True Immortal?"

Regrettably, he received no answer.

Seeing the other party fall, Qin Yan also turned and left.

Several days later.

Treasure Pill Valley.

A young man passed by, his head slightly lowered.

Seeing that the surroundings were deserted, he silently chanted in his heart.

"System, sign in for me."

"Congratulations to the host for a successful sign-in. You have obtained 'Mystic Heaven Green Spirit Powder'."

Mystic Heaven Green Spirit Powder?

Lin Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow and tossed the item into his system storage.

His face, however, could not hide his disappointment. Why was it another useless item? Was it really that hard to just give him a few hundred or a thousand years of cultivation?

He had absolutely no use for this kind of trash!

He sighed and continued walking forward.

More than half a month had passed since the crisis brought about by Old Demon Jia.

The Feathering Sect had returned to its former tranquility.

Well, at least on the surface.

Ordinary disciples might have sensed that the sect had encountered some trouble a few days ago, but they could never have imagined that it was actually a catastrophe.

The sect had been on the verge of annihilation, and they would have had their souls scattered under the enemy's demonic might.

Everyone had already had one foot inside the gates of hell.

The young disciples might have been oblivious, but the older generation of cultivators in the sect knew exactly what had happened.

However, for fear of causing chaos, they kept their lips sealed.

Yet in secret, the various elders and peak masters had already discussed this matter several times.

Today, they gathered once again in a secluded courtyard.

"Junior Brother Zhang, are you certain that Old Demon Jia has truly perished?"

Master Green Feather glanced at the man standing below him, his expression extremely grave.

Although they had witnessed Old Demon Jia's demise with their own eyes that day, hadn't the same been true five hundred years ago?

The cultivation technique that old monster practiced was extremely bizarre.

Perhaps he had some sort of substitute-death technique to pull off a deception once again.

Having made that mistake once, they could not afford to repeat it.

"It should be so."

"Should?"

Master Green Feather's expression turned strange as he looked up. "What do you mean by that, Junior Brother?"

"Senior Brother, please look."

The Peak Master of Sword-Flying Peak placed a black storage bag in front of everyone.

"Is this Old Demon Jia's?"

An elder with white hair and beard widened his eyes, released his divine sense, and then clicked his tongue in wonder.

"The items stored inside are all still here, and they are extremely rare, even including the cultivation manuals Old Demon Jia practiced. This storage bag is genuine. If that old monster hadn't perished, he would never have left this behind. Where was it found?"

"In a valley over a thousand miles away from our sect's headquarters."

The Peak Master of Sword-Flying Peak spoke the truth.

"So, that day, Old Demon Jia truly hadn't perished right in front of us."

"Correct."

The Peak Master of Sword-Flying Peak nodded. "I flipped through the manuals he practiced and discovered that the old monster's technique was extremely bizarre; his primordial spirit could freely switch between his avatar and his true body."

"I see. Were there any signs of a struggle in that valley?"

"None, only this storage bag."

All the elders fell silent. If the opponent hadn't perished, even if he wanted to shed his skin like a cicada, he would never have left this item behind.

This meant that the old monster had truly returned his soul to the underworld.

"Was it that senior who helped us resolve this?"

Someone couldn't help but ask the question weighing on their mind.

Master Green Feather didn't know how to answer that question either.

Thinking back on the events of that day still felt like a dream!

The sect-protecting formation had been destroyed, he himself had been ambushed by the enemy's sneak attack, and Old Demon Jia had actually reached the late stage of Profound Mastery.

None of his fellow disciples were a match for him; they had been wounded by his demonic might in a single exchange.

Just when they thought they were at the end of their rope, the situation took a turn, and a senior expert had actually killed that fellow with a single fireball.

Everyone who witnessed that scene was struck with terror.

Fireball Technique, the most basic of the Five Elements!

They never dreamed that the arrogant Old Demon Jia would be instantly killed by such a simple divine ability.

Yet, the facts were right before their eyes.

Even with the news that followed, that Old Demon Jia had prepared a substitute-death method.

Even if his true body had been hidden a thousand miles away, he still hadn't been able to escape in the end.

How had that senior found him?

Moreover, there were no signs of a struggle in the valley.

Clearly, the gap in strength between the two parties was beyond measure.

Otherwise, it would not have ended in such a crushing, one-sided slaughter.

Could it be that a Mahayana ancestor truly stepped in to suppress this demon?

But did his sect really still possess a Mahayana ancestor?

Regarding this point, even though Master Green Feather was the sect leader, he dared not be certain.

The Feathering Sect had a long and ancient heritage; although it currently suffered from a lack of promising successors, its foundation remained incomparably deep. Perhaps there was some senior ancestor who had long since ceased to concern themselves with worldly affairs and had no desire to reveal their presence to the world.