Crafting Immortality: Starting by Turning Myself into a Puppet
Chapter 582

Slaughtering Gods

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Ajabao had become Tribulationless Daoist's successor across generations. Naturally, North Water Divine Palace found this hardest to accept. After all, they had practically regarded Tribulationless Daoist's legacy as their own forbidden delicacy. Ever since North Water Divine King Lianga defeated Lei Wuyong, their ambitions had swelled to an extreme.

And now, they were being told that some successor of Tribulationless Daoist had crawled out from who knew where. There was no way this group would acknowledge it. No, it was more than mere refusal. As far as everyone was concerned, there was only one word for such a successor of Tribulationless Daoist: kill.

"Kill! He must be killed!"

"Tribulationless Daoist's successor absolutely cannot be allowed to live! We must destroy this so-called inheritance ritual!"

"All the good things in the Land of Remains should belong to our North Water Divine Palace! How can outsiders be allowed to set foot there!!!"

The Primordial Spirit powers of the four great elders converged as one, running through the entire Seven Seas Kingdoms. Elder Baishen's voice rang out as well.

"Disciples of North Water Divine Palace, heed my command! Gather everyone's strength and unleash the forbidden killing move, Seven Seas Divine Strike, to shatter this so-called loose immortal restriction!"

At his command, all the cultivators within North Water Divine Palace answered in unison.

"We obey the elder's command!"

"Eliminate Tribulationless Daoist's successor!"

"Begin spell input. Grand formation activating..."

Rumble!

Within the sphere of the Seven Seas Kingdoms, countless formations emerged, twisting everyone's power into a single rope. The cultivators poured their strength into the sect-defending supreme treasure, while terrifying energy fluctuations gathered in the void.

Buzz!

The densely packed formations flickered in and out, instantly releasing boundless heatwaves. The countless runes began to dance as well. Sizzle, sizzle—they transformed into streaks of lightning and

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