unless!
" Three-Life Medicine!"
Su Yu stood still, muttering to himself, thinking of another timeline where Shi Hao accidentally entered the Immortal Domain and coincidentally obtained a wooden sword made from the Three-Life Medicine.
This is the only visible way to bring back the deceased immortal.
Thinking of this, Su Yu tore through the Void and stepped inside...
Chapter 834 The Curse at the End of the Source Dao
Only after destruction can the truth be seen...
A moment later, a cluster of golden light illuminated the sky, shimmering with starlight. It condensed into a slender form before the tranquil herb garden, exuding an overwhelming aura of Supreme power that reached far and wide. The observers in the surrounding area stirred with anticipation, preparing to watch the spectacle.
" Little Shi, where is your soul?" An aged voice came from afar, followed by a flash of a figure, and Wang Changsheng appeared.
The audience in the sky were shocked, realizing that what had just descended was merely a battle avatar, yet it possessed an aura of Supreme power that was no different from any other being—truly astonishing.
Wang Changsheng, with his handsome appearance and youthful looks, his black hair casually draped over his shoulders, now looked at the scenery before him with a solemn expression.
With his level of understanding, it wasn't difficult for him to see that the area ahead was filled with the power of the Dao, and that something strange was going on.
"Clang!"
Wang Changsheng initiated a stance, drawing upon the power of the immortal array. His entire body erupted with countless runes, resembling the sun of a great Heavenly Venerable, illuminating the six directions and eight wastelands.
The Longevity War Halberd flew out, carrying Wuliang immortal light and emitting a sound like waves crashing against the shore. Its momentum was so great that even the distant clouds dissipated and the sky cracked.
In an instant, reality and illusion shifted, and the powerful Illusionary Dream Dao Law roared. The Wang Clan around were all startled and retreated, a chill surging into their bodies, as if they were facing numerous gods and demons from the ancient past.
Wang Changsheng remained calm, even relaxing his brows; the situation was under control.
The newcomer must be a Supreme who possesses a celestial artifact.
If it were an illusion created by True Immortal, there wouldn't be such a glaring flaw. He didn't know that this place was merely tainted by a wisp of the intruder's aura; how could it be considered an illusion created by a true immortal?
Wang Changsheng continued to activate the immortal artifact, and soon dispelled the remaining illusory immortal laws.
The next moment, as if a silver bottle had suddenly shattered and water had gushed out, the surrounding Void cracked open, and the original birdsong, fragrant flowers, and lush herbs were completely destroyed, leaving only a barren land, stained red and white together, like a field of blooming peach blossoms, but filled with a bloody smell.
"Father!"
The tenth dragon, lying in a pool of blood, his voice hoarse and his eyes bloodshot, waved towards the sky.
His hair was disheveled, his body was withered, and there was blood on his forehead. He was quite frightening, and his voice sounded mournful, like the cawing of a crow.
Seeing that Wang Shi could still speak, Wang Changsheng remained calm, looking down at the herb garden, completely ignoring his youngest son. He activated an ancient technique, attempting to rewind time, but failed.
The herb garden remained unchanged; the mounds of earth that had been turned over were now simple and unadorned, without the slightest disturbance.
" The Divine Medicine is fine, but it disturbed this place..."
Wang Changsheng frowned and fell into deep thought.
Meanwhile, deep within a secret realm of the Divine Beast Forest, terrifying celestial power erupted.
"When!"
The old man accompanying Cao Yusheng played the huqin, and the long, melodious sound waves rose up, like a song and a lament. As the waves spread, the coffin in front of him roared, and the coffin lid flew off and splashed onto the distant stone peak.
A corpse appeared and fell from the center, its body covered in red, gold, black, green, and white hair, looking terrifying and eerie, standing there imposingly.
Its aura was icy, and its true appearance was hidden by long, thin hairs the length of a finger, but its eerie nature was evident. In a daze, the ancient corpse's eyes seemed to open, revealing a cold glint.
"A ghost!"
Cao Yusheng, who was hiding behind a rock, screamed. He was so scared that he almost jumped out of his skin and ran away, his Hua Hua, fat body trembling wildly.
Psychic warning!
The thing Master dug up this time is absolutely terrifying. In the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, only that invincible Sword Immortal immortal could subdue it. No one else, not even Supreme, could do it.
This thing has absolutely transcended the Human Dao Domain; in its previous life, it was undoubtedly True Immortal, and not just any ordinary immortal.
Cao Yusheng had sensed the aura of the Peacock Ghost Immortal, but it was definitely inferior to this corpse.
If the Immortal Corpse were to become sentient, it would be a catastrophe...
It took Cao Yusheng a while to calm down, mainly because the body hadn't moved, and also because he couldn't let go of the old man.
When he tiptoed back, he belatedly realized that what he had just seen was not a real scene, but rather an evil aura.
But this was equally chilling. He was already at the peak of the Void Dao, with the Third Killing Array engraved within his body, yet he was terrified and lost his composure by a single evil aura.
Before the coffin and the corpse, the old man sighed, his eyes dim and his face filled with sorrow. Divination patterns rippled across his decaying body, a manifestation of the most refined essence of his blood.
To summon back the ancient coffin, he refined his Immortal Blood, but his body was already overwhelmed. Even with his powerful primordial spirit, aging was unstoppable, sweeping over his entire body and touching his soul.
"Master, what's wrong?" Seeing the old man's appearance, Cao Yusheng burst into tears and knelt down on the ground.
His eyes blurred, filled with tears, and he felt an urge to cry. The young Daoist knew that his master had ignited the last vestige of his Life.
This old man forcefully refined his essence and energy, restoring himself to his best condition, before venturing into the forbidden zone of the Immortal Ancient to leave behind his final legacy.
The result of doing this is that, perhaps in an hour, perhaps half an hour, perhaps a quarter of an hour, he will turn directly into dust, his body and soul annihilated, never to exist again.
Already aged, he refined his blood essence and stimulated his immortal runes for this moment, all for that fleeting glimmer of immortal light!
"My path has come to an end; I will now bestow upon you the title of Fate Immortal!"
The old man spoke, his voice calm, devoid of joy or sorrow, only serene, his face radiating an astonishing light.
"No, I don't want this position of divine authority! Give me time, and I will become the number one diviner of this era!" Cao Yusheng roared, unwilling to accept such a gift.
He wanted to rush over and stop the process, but he simply couldn't.
"Boom!"
The old man straightened up, his back, which had been hunched over all his life, was straighter than ever before. Heavenly runes roared around him, and the light emanating from his body became even more dazzling. In the process, his withered body made a sound as it cracked, and the essence was refined to the center of his brow, making it shine like Immortal Platform, crystal clear.
All great power returns to the primordial spirit!
In the end, the old woman's body decayed, and she Yuhua away in broad daylight. Under a shower of light, her flesh and bones completely dissolved, like a cicada shedding its shell, leaving only a withered, lifeless human skin that floated lightly to the ground, as thin as a veil.
Conversely, in mid-air, a point of Dao light surged like a rolling river, or a raging ocean tearing the sky apart. The pressure of Xian Dao spread, and the light obscured the body. In its place was a wisp of pure immortal primordial spirit. This was an old man, but very refined. He had long hair that reached his shoulders. He was not very tall, and his hair was snow-white. His eyes were bright and red. He was extraordinary in silence. His Daoist charm and demeanor were transcendent. He had the air of a sage of the immortal Immortal Gate.
"Back then, he divined the past, present, and future, but the heavenly secrets backfired, preventing him from ever advancing even half a step into the Immortal King Realm... Later, he was caught up in the interdimensional war, Undying a hundred battles and rekindling the flame of advancement, but in the end, it was all just a flower in a mirror, a moon in the water, untouchable..."
The Snow-Haired Daoist spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it caused all the great Daos in the heavens to prostrate themselves, like stars surrounding the moon, protecting the Beichen, and the heavens trembled with a thunderous roar.
This titled Fate Immortal of the Immortal Ancient Era had reached the end of his True Immortal Realm realm. His primordial spirit was comparable to half of an Immortal King, making him Supreme Peak expert among Quasi-Immortal King, Quasi-Burial King, and Quasi-Immortal King of the Foreign Realm.
In the Immortal King Realm, building a physical body is easy, but cultivating the primordial spirit is difficult!
Since ancient times, 99% of living beings have started with the physical body, gradually tempering their bodies to become extraordinary, advancing to the Immortal King Realm, and then cleansing their primordial spirit, refining their soul bit by bit, achieving unity of spirit and flesh, and attaining the True King.
Quasi -Quasi-Immortal King like the Old Man Black Tortoise, whose primordial spirit is stronger than their physical body, are extremely rare throughout history. Only in this way can one become a guest of the Immortal King as True Immortal ( Quasi-Immortal King = Peak True Immortal) and receive extremely high honors.
"Master... could this be...?"
Cao Yusheng's voice trembled as he saw the supreme and holy Xian Dao spirit in mid-air and the lifeless and evil five-colored red-haired corpse on the ground. A terrible thought arose in his mind and lingered.
Very likely.
This horrific corpse!
Perhaps it is the true form of the Master.
The Daoist nodded, understanding his disciple's thoughts, and said, "When you were at your wit's end and encountered the king, although you tried your best to avoid him, you were still tainted by a trace of the curse. You didn't realize it at the time, Heavenly Empress escaping, the curse erupted..."
His tone was calm; he didn't even flinch when talking about the tragedy, and even had a slight smile on his face, displaying remarkable composure.
"In the end of the ancient realm, Immortal King either perished, surrendered to the enemy, or fled. Even Quasi-King like myself are few and far between, and the ancients have withered one after another. The Boundary Sea erupted in turmoil, and terrifying beings landed. I foresaw an opportunity and emerged from seclusion to seize the moment, but my luck was extremely bad. I encountered a descending king, and my physical body was corrupted by a curse... To preserve my true spirit, I imprisoned myself here, locking my body in the Immortal-Sealing Coffin. Part of my primordial spirit departed in order to save myself, leaving behind a portion of my divine soul, hoping that one day it can be restored."
Five-colored immortal light flashed, and the primordial spirit imprint shook its head, saying, "Unfortunately, this plan failed. The physical body went out of control, and the pure primordial spirit will suffer calamity in the next era..."
Below, Cao Yusheng was shocked; he roughly understood what the situation was.
This answer brought tears to Cao Yusheng's eyes, and he felt a profound sense of sorrow for no apparent reason.
The once mighty Black Tortoise Immortal, the number one in the Heavenly Immortal Ancient Era, sat and discussed the Dao with the Immortal King Wuzhong and the Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King. He fought a great battle in the Foreign Realm, and his life was filled with bloodshed. Even the giants of that Foreign Realm recognized his shed tortoise shell and used it as the immortal dice for the duel between the two realms... In the end, his physical body became like this. He should have been Shenwu and looked down on the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, but now he can only be covered with five-colored red hair, which terrifies the world.
"Master, which Immortal King of the Foreign Realm is it? I will avenge you!" Cao Yusheng swore, his eyes reddening, his blood boiling. He deeply hated his own weakness at this moment.
Daoist Black Tortoise shook his head and merged his primordial spirit into the Immortal Corpse.
The body's blood has cooled, its spiritual apertures have dried up, and its sea of consciousness no longer exists.
However, as the old man merged with it, his entire body glowed, and then rumbled, the sound of the flowing Immortal Blood like thunder. A peerless True Immortal was reviving, as if he were about to awaken from his slumber.
"Boom!"
The corpse of Fusu, a quasi- Quasi-Immortal King, exuded an aura that reached the Ninth Heaven, its laws shaking the ancient calamities. The body shone brightly, and the sound of the blood surging within it was like the roar of the sea, deafeningly loud.
As the crimson hair pierced the sky, the immortal eyes of the deceased Immortal Ancient flashed with lightning, his aura surging, swallowing and exhaling the essence of the Sun-Moon, and stars, turning this area into a vortex.
At this moment, Cao Yusheng felt like a broken leaf in a raging storm, his life and death out of his control, his body about to shatter, unable to withstand such pressure...
Su Yu, who was traversing the Heaven Beyond Heaven, was startled awake. His eyes were deep as he looked towards a distant corner, sensing a trace of overflowing immortal Xian Dao, which was too conspicuous within his spiritual perception range.
" Quasi-King!"
The next moment, a wisp of immortal light shot out from between his brows, transforming into his Dharma body, which, wrapped in Sword Wing and palms, charged forward...
In the Immortal Ancient and mysterious land, Cao Yusheng had a splitting headache, as if he had been in a long dream that lasted for millions of years. All of this happened in the blink of an eye, leaving him almost no time to react.
"Where's Master...?"
He rubbed his head and got up, feeling sore all over.
Suddenly, the Little Fatty noticed a special aura emanating from a piece of octagonal material in his hand. It was snow-white, like lustrous jade, and exuded an aura of age, appearing very weathered.
"This is..."
Cao Yusheng muttered to himself, then suddenly his expression changed drastically as he remembered everything that had just happened. "The Heavenly Secrets Master!"
"Hurry... go..."
A weak voice came from afar; it was Daoist Black Tortoise. His primordial spirit was brilliant, but it was fading at a visible speed. He hovered above the red-haired corpse, suppressing his physical body and barely managing to get it close to the stone coffin.
In fact, this dark Immortal Corpse showed signs of resistance. Its multicolored red fur glowed, and it stood there like a demon god from Hell, with a unique aura that pressed down on the heavens and an overwhelming deathly aura.
"Buzz!"
A pair of crimson eyes opened, and the dark Immortal Corpse emitted bursts of cold light, unleashing an earth-shattering aura that made people feel as if they were in the Netherworld Underworld, where countless ghost soldiers were rushing around, causing their eardrums to ache, their bones to soften, and their muscles to go numb, making them tremble uncontrollably.