Qian Daoliu VS Zhou Tai, Zhou Yi Appears!

Although she and Qian Daoliu had political disagreements, when facing an external enemy like the Renegade Immortal World, she hoped Qian Daoliu could hold on and bring back useful intelligence for Spirit Hall.

On the streets of the Heaven Dou Empire, the commoners also cheered.

"A Titled Douluo is indeed a Titled Douluo!"

"Those youngsters earlier couldn't defeat the cultivators because their cultivation was insufficient. Now that we have the continent's top experts, they will surely be able to hold the fort!"

However, the cheers on the Douluo Continent did not last for half an incense stick's time.

The scene in the Sky Screen suddenly changed.

The Angel Domain that Qian Daoliu opened, its dazzling golden light was like a giant beacon in this dim basin.

On a cliff dozens of miles away from him.

A dense black mist was flying rapidly in mid-air.

Within the black mist sat an old man wearing a loose black robe.

The old man had sparse hair, his face was covered with brown age spots, and his eyes were somewhat cloudy, but the occasional flash of sharpness made one dare not look directly at him.

He was playing with two beads polished from human skulls, and beneath him sat a Black Wood Coffin emitting a strong corpse aura.

This old man was Sun Tai, an Elder in the Infant Transformation Stage of the Corpse Yin Sect!

Sun Tai was merely passing through this basin on his way to handle some personal matters.

Suddenly, his cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned his head to look towards the depths of the basin.

"Hmm?"

Sun Tai stopped the Black Wood Coffin beneath him, and a hoarse "yi" sound came from his throat.

"What a pure aura of light."

"When did this Vermilion Bird Planet get such a rare thing?"

In the cultivation world, most cultivators absorbed spiritual energy from heaven and earth; few had such an extremely pure single attribute.

Especially the light attribute, which, in the eyes of sects like the Corpse Yin Sect that specialized in dealing with corpses and Yin energy, was an extremely rare mutated material.

A hint of interest curved Sun Tai's lips.

He gently patted the lid of the coffin beneath him.

The Black Wood Coffin turned in mid-air, transforming into a black long rainbow, and sped directly towards the location where Qian Daoliu was emitting golden light.

Qian Daoliu was suspended in mid-air, vigilantly observing his surroundings.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp jolt in his heart, and an unprecedented sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body.

He looked up at the sky ahead.

He saw that the edge of the area, originally illuminated by angelic light, was now churning with black mist.

Immediately after, a giant Black Wood Coffin broke through the mist and slowly floated before him.

Sun Tai sat on the coffin, looking down at Qian Daoliu.

He did not look at the nine differently colored spirit rings on Qian Daoliu, nor did he pay attention to the six golden wings behind Qian Daoliu.

In the eyes of an old monster in the Infant Transformation Stage, the weak energy fluctuations on Qian Daoliu were not even as good as a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Sun Tai's gaze swept back and forth over Qian Daoliu's physical body.

"No spiritual energy, not a cultivator."

"A mortal body, yet it can contain such pure light power without collapsing, and even cause the physical body to mutate, growing bird-like wings."

Sun Tai stroked the sparse beard on his chin, nodding with satisfaction like an old farmer picking out a fine cabbage at the market.

"Not bad, truly not bad."

Sun Tai's voice spread through the air, carrying an undeniable dominance.

"This old man is currently researching a new corpse refining technique."

"Ordinary cultivator corpses have too much Yin energy, and the Golden Armored Corpses refined from them are prone to bottlenecks."

"If I were to use this mortal body full of light attribute as a base, and slowly refine it with Netherworld Fire, I might be able to refine an unprecedented Light Corpse Puppet."

As these words were spoken.

Qian Daoliu's expression instantly turned grim, his eyes filled with rage.

He, the Great Enshrined Elder of Spirit Hall, the spokesperson of the Angel God.

To be scrutinized like an unrefined corpse!

"Boastful madman!"

Qian Daoliu roared, pointing the Angel Holy Sword in his hand directly at Sun Tai.

"I don't care who you are. If you want to refine me into a corpse, you'll have to show me if you have the ability!"

As soon as his voice fell, the red hundred-thousand-year spirit ring on Qian Daoliu's body shone brightly.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his strongest offensive spirit ability.

A massive phantom of an angel emerged behind him, and a golden sword aura, brilliant to the extreme, tore through the air with a shrill whistle as it slashed directly toward Sun Tai, who sat atop his coffin.

The spectators across the Douluo Continent held their collective breath.

This was the full-force strike of a ninety-nine-level peerless Douluo!

However.

Facing this magnificent golden sword aura, Sun Tai did not even lift an eyelid.

He did not employ any magical treasures, nor did he weave any incantations.

He merely raised his right hand casually and gave a light flick of his wide, black-robed sleeve toward the incoming sword aura.

"Dissipate."

A feather-light word escaped Sun Tai's lips.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Qian Daoliu's hundred-thousand-year soul skill, capable of cleaving mountains, collided with the breeze stirred up by Sun Tai's sleeve.

It was as if it had struck an invisible iron wall, instantly shattering into a sky full of golden light motes, failing to even sever a single hair on Sun Tai's head.

"This..."

Qian Daoliu's eyes widened, his pride shattered into pieces in that very instant.

Before he could make another move, Sun Tai had already lowered his arm.

The immense pressure of the Infant Transformation Stage descended upon Qian Daoliu without reservation, heavy as a hundred thousand mountains.

"Bang!"

The Angel Domain surrounding Qian Daoliu collapsed instantly.

The six golden wings behind his back emitted a crisp sound of snapping bones as they were forcibly broken by the sheer weight of the pressure.

Qian Daoliu's massive frame plummeted from mid-air like a meteor, slamming heavily into the dark brown earth and creating a deep crater.

He tried to scramble up, only to find that the space around him had seemingly solidified.

Pinned firmly into the mud, unable to move even a single finger, he could only watch Sun Tai in the sky above.

The gap was too vast.

So vast that he did not even qualify to trade blows.

Sun Tai patted the Black Wood Coffin beneath him.

With a "click," the coffin lid slid slowly backward, and a thick, pungent black corpse aura surged out from within.

Sun Tai looked down at the immobilized Qian Daoliu in the pit, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

"Get in."

"Once this old man finishes his business and returns to the sect, I shall fire up the furnace and refine you."

As Sun Tai's words fell, a powerful suction erupted from the Black Wood Coffin, locking directly onto Qian Daoliu in the pit.

Qian Daoliu watched helplessly as he drew closer and closer to that pitch-black coffin.

A generation's peerless Douluo was being treated like a mere material, about to be stuffed into a foul-smelling coffin and carried away.

The image on the Sky Screen paused abruptly the moment half of Qian Daoliu's body was sucked into the coffin.

As the lid of the Black Wood Coffin slowly closed, Qian Daoliu's vision plunged into total darkness.

The hearts of the spectators on the Douluo Continent sank to the bottom of the abyss.

The dignified Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, a ninety-nine-level peerless powerhouse, hadn't even had the chance to fight back before being stuffed into a coffin like a piece of salted fish.

The perspective of the light screen now split into two parts: inside and outside.

One part of the screen displayed the suffocating, claustrophobic space inside the coffin.

Qian Daoliu lay on the narrow wooden planks, surrounded by thick, impenetrable black corpse aura.

These corpse auras were like cold, venomous snakes, desperately burrowing into his body through his nose, mouth, and pores.

His soul power, the Angel power he took such pride in, was tightly sealed within his dantian by Sun Tai's immense Infant Transformation Stage pressure, unable to release even a sliver of golden light.

Qian Daoliu gasped for air, his chest heaving violently.

In the darkness, he could smell the stench of decay left by bodies soaked into the wood for years, a scent so pungent it made him nauseous.

He had lived for over a hundred years, always held in high regard and worshipped by thousands.

When had he ever suffered such a humiliating insult?

Yet, in the face of absolute power, dignity was worth less than nothing.

He could only grit his teeth and endure the bone-chilling cold in the darkness.

The other half of the light screen's view followed Sun Tai, who was sitting on the coffin.

Sun Tai sat cross-legged on the lid of the black wood coffin, his dry fingers gently tapping the wooden board, his mood clearly very good.

"I came out this time to find a place of extreme yin to nurture my Golden Armored Corpse, which suffered a minor injury."

A hint of smugness flashed in Sun Tai's cloudy eyes.

"I didn't expect to stumble upon such a superior flesh vessel full of light."

"When I find a place of extreme yin, I'll use the ultimate yin energy of heaven and earth to neutralize this light flesh vessel and forge it into a 'Yin-Yang Corpse Puppet' intertwined with light and dark. My status in the sect will at least rise a notch."

As Sun Tai pondered the beautiful future, he controlled the coffin, which turned into a black long rainbow in the sky, speeding towards the deepest part of this vast basin.

The viewers of Douluo Continent watched Sun Tai's leisurely demeanor, their teeth itching with hatred, yet they were helpless.

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong watched the screen, her brows tightly furrowed, and remained silent.

The Second Consecrated, Golden Crocodile Douluo, was so anxious that he paced back and forth in the hall, his fists clenched so tightly they creaked.

"Is the First Consecrated really finished just like this?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes were red, and his voice carried a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Where is that old monster going to find a place of extreme yin? Once he gets there, won't the First Consecrated be refined alive into that kind of neither human nor ghost dried corpse?"

Everyone knew in their hearts that entering a cultivator's corpse refining furnace would result in a fate far more tragic than being directly annihilated.

However, no one could save him.

They could only watch as the black wood coffin flew further and further away on the horizon.

Sun Tai drove the coffin for a full half hour.

The terrain ahead began to change.

The original dark brown soil disappeared, replaced by a world of white ice and snow.

The temperature here was outrageously low, and large swathes of blue ice crystals floated in the air.

These ice crystals were not ordinary condensed water vapor, but extremely dense yin and cold spiritual energy that had solidified under the extreme cold.

Crystal-clear ice mountains rose from the ground, like blue swords piercing the clouds.

Sun Tai felt the pure yin and cold energy around him, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed.

"What a great place!"

He took a deep breath and let out a comfortable sigh.

"The extreme cold yin energy in this valley is even more concentrated than I imagined. It's perfect for refining that light flesh vessel."

Sun Tai urged his magic power, causing the coffin to descend slowly, flying towards a deep valley between two giant ice mountains.

As the coffin descended, the light screen's view also followed into this blue ice and snow valley.

The valley was very quiet, not even the sound of wind could be heard.

The ground was covered with Xuan Ice that had not melted for ten thousand years.

However, when Sun Tai flew the coffin to the very bottom of the valley.

His cloudy eyes, which had held a hint of smugness, suddenly widened.

Not only him, but all the viewers of Douluo Continent watching the Sky Screen also involuntarily held their breath at this moment.

In the very center of the valley.

There was a huge ice bed carved from a single piece of ten-thousand-year-old Cold Jade.

The ice bed emitted a soft blue light, continuously drawing in the surrounding yin and cold energy.

And on that Cold Jade ice bed, a woman lay quietly.

A woman so beautiful that one could not look away after a single glance.

She wore a plain white long dress, and her black hair cascaded like a waterfall on the ice bed.

Her skin was as fair as snow, without a trace of blood, yet it exuded a heartbreakingly delicate beauty.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her eyelids. Her hands were crossed over her chest, and a faint, almost imperceptible serene smile seemed to linger on her lips.

She looked like a sleeping peerless fairy.

But this was only an illusion.

As an elder of the Corpse Yin Sect, Sun Tai saw through the essence at a glance.

This was a dead person.

A perfect female corpse that had died an unknown number of years ago, yet her physical body showed no signs of decay!

Within this female corpse, a vast power of yin and cold, which made Sun Tai, an old monster at the Nascent Transformation stage, feel a pounding heart, was contained.

"This... this is..."

Sun Tai stood up from the black wood coffin, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

He swallowed, his voice becoming sharp and hoarse from excessive excitement.

"A top-grade pure Yin body nurtured by Ten Thousand Year Cold Ice Marrow!"

"The physical body is incorruptible, Yin energy condensed into a core..."

Sun Tai's eyeballs nearly bulged out of his head, a flame of greed instantly consuming all his reason.

"Heaven has opened its eyes! Heaven has opened its eyes!"

"If this old man can bring this female corpse back to the sect and refine it into my Natal Heavenly Corpse, even if I can't reach the Ascending Peak, I can walk sideways across the entire Vermilion Bird Planet!"

The immense greed blinded Sun Tai's vigilance.

He didn't even consider why a cold jade bed would appear out of nowhere in such a hidden, extremely cold mountain valley, and why such a precious female corpse would be lying on it.

All he saw now was the material that could let him ascend to heaven in one step.

Sun Tai slapped the black wood coffin beneath him, transforming into a black smoke, and eagerly lunged towards the cold jade ice bed.

Just as he was less than thirty feet away from the ice bed.

The image on the Sky Screen suddenly zoomed in for a close-up.

The audience on Douluo Continent then discovered that on the other side of the cold jade ice bed.

On the side where the female corpse lay.

On the cold snowy ground, someone was actually sitting.