"Caw caw caw caw..." The voice was immensely pleased with itself, its laughter echoing through heaven and earth as it shouted, "My Daoist sect is a lineage that seizes the creation of heaven and earth—how could Confucian cultivators and the Buddhist sect compare? Though my Daoist sect was exterminated by them, our divine abilities and methods shall forever remain beyond their knowledge! Back then, this old man was suppressed only because of a moment's carelessness, yet that misfortune became a blessing in disguise. I was given the chance to use my Daoist sect's supreme secret art to entrust my Primordial Spirit to the Yin Yang Illustrated Manual. Now, this old man possesses an undying, indestructible body. Who in this world can still be my foe?"
"Prim... Primordial Spirit Entrustment Technique???" Fantian's Nascent Soul had slowly sunk back into his fleshly body. He gradually opened his eyes and murmured to himself in confusion, clearly having no idea what a Primordial Spirit Entrustment Technique was.
"The Primordial Spirit Entrustment Technique is a secret art left behind in the lower realm by the Immortal Realm! How could a mere Nascent Soul cultivator like you possibly know of it? Hmph, have you seen this old man's methods?" The voice gave a cold shout, and the great hand suddenly spread open, instantly expanding severalfold. Without caring that it had already destroyed forty percent of the ice pillar, it covered all four great mountains and said, "Come with this old man. If you accomplish great deeds under me, once my Daoist sect rises to greatness again, this old man shall certainly help you become an immortal! I can also impart these secret arts of the Immortal Realm to you without holding anything back!"
As he spoke, a fiery red medicinal pellet the size of a thumb