Spirit Devouring

"Damn it! Sooner or later, I'll drag you out. Weren't you going to make your move tonight? Just watch me kill you!"

Ling Yun swore fiercely to himself.

Looking at Ling Guang's corpse in the distance, he formed a "Spirit Fire Talisman" and burned it to ashes.

Once he had done all that, Ling Yun returned to the summit of the royal mausoleum.

When his emotions had been running high, he had struck in anger and thought nothing of it. Now that he had calmed down, Ling Yun's face went blank for a moment, and he stood in a daze.

Those who kill will be killed in turn. That rule didn't apply in my previous life, but here, it's an iron law of blood!

If I want to live, I have to cast aside my old notions!

At that moment, Ling Yun finally became one with the original owner of the body, fully accepting his identity as a transmigrator.

When he opened his eyes again, Ling Yun's gaze was resolute, burning with ambition and the desire to soar into the clouds.

What will you do next?

Ling Yun gazed into the distance, his eyes heavy.

The full moon, formed entirely from Spiritual Yuan, had descended. Its boundless holy light shone down, held at bay by the combined efforts of five Primordial Spirit Realm cultivators.

For a time, neither side could claim victory, and neither could decisively overpower the other.

Meanwhile, a figure strolled through the manor, his pace speeding up and slowing down as though the great battle in the sky had nothing to do with him.

In the moonlight, his features looked especially pale, and his lips were devoid of color. Not to mention his pair of strange eyes, which made him look particularly unusual.

There were no whites in those eyes. A green light flickered deep within his pupils, brimming with sinister Qi, utterly unlike the eyes of a normal person.

"A single Heavenly Soul Flower let this envoy break straight through to Primordial Spirit Realm Perfection. What a wonderful feeling!"

His lips curved into a satisfied smile, and his voice was filled with delight.

"Go on and fight. Once this battle is over, the Spirit King will be dead, and the 'Forbidden Heart' will be mine. Then my mission will be complete, and it will be time to report the fruits of my labor to my great master. Hahahaha..."

As he walked, he suddenly stopped, the smile on his face fading slightly.

"Dead?"

The light in his eyes flared up like ghostly flames flickering in the depths of the netherworld.

After a long while, he shook his head. "Oh well, your task is already complete. At least your deaths were not in vain."

"Like my daughter, you all rendered meritorious service. The master will have mercy on your sacrifice. Once our great undertaking is accomplished, I imagine you'll be happy in the underworld too."

He dwelled on it no longer. His expression tightened, then relaxed, and he headed for the rear of the manor. His pace was no longer leisurely; a single stride could carry him a hundred zhang.

"Tonight is the best opportunity. Let me personally bring this scheme, years in the making, to a perfect conclusion."

Out in the open, the Spirit King was fending off a threat capable of destroying the entire manor, while Ling Yun waited in the royal mausoleum for a formidable enemy to arrive.

Before long, Ling Yun detected movement.

This time, he no longer concealed his Qi. The talisman mark appeared on his forehead, its crimson light blazing as his spiritual sense enveloped the entire royal mausoleum.

Through his senses, he perceived a tall, thin, pale-faced man who had arrived at the royal mausoleum.

The man took a step and rose into the air. In an instant, he crossed the entire mountain range and arrived before Ling Yun!

"Was it you who killed them?"

The man raised an eyebrow and looked at the black-robed Ling Yun, asking in a calm voice.

"Who are you?"

Ling Yun did not answer. Instead, he asked in a hoarse voice.

"King Chen?"

Then he answered his own question.

At last, a trace of surprise flashed across the man's face. He looked Ling Yun, who was wrapped up from head to toe, up and down before saying, "How did you guess?"

As far as King Chen was concerned, there was no point in unmasking him now. In his view, he had reached Primordial Spirit Realm Perfection, so who in the Ling Kingdom could stop him?

Ling Yun's suspicions were finally confirmed, making him even more wary of King Chen.

Without exception, the vassal kings are all at Core Formation Realm Perfection. Yet this King Chen is so terrifying, already a formidable Primordial Spirit Realm cultivator.

With cultivation like his, he's willing to be a mere border king, and he even made a move against my Spirit King's Manor. What exactly is he after?

What good would the destruction of the Spirit King's Manor do him?!

Questions weighed on Ling Yun's mind. This was what he had never understood. Compared with uncovering the person behind it all, that person's purpose was clearly more important.

"No, you're just a fellow at the Late Core Formation Realm."

While Ling Yun was thinking, King Chen suddenly laughed.

"In that case, I won't waste any more words. I have important business tonight, so go down to hell and stay out of the way for now."

He spoke calmly, looking completely at ease.

Ling Yun instantly felt immense pressure descend upon him, causing him great discomfort.

This is... even stronger than that woman in red...

Ling Yun resisted the pressure, stunned.

"Primordial Spirit Realm Perfection."

He spoke with certainty.

"That's right. It was thanks to your Spirit King's Manor's Heavenly Soul Flower that I was able to reach this point."

"For such great kindness, I can only repay you by killing you all."

King Chen spoke mockingly. He remained standing where he was, but a terrifying surge of Spiritual Yuan blasted straight toward Ling Yun.

Ling Yun's expression grew grave. His feet moved swiftly, his steps elusive and shadowless. At the end, he tore through the air and teleported, narrowly avoiding the terrifying blow.

"Boom-"

The Spiritual Yuan of a Primordial Spirit Realm Perfection cultivator slammed into the ground, instantly forming a huge crater a hundred zhang across.

"Hm?"

King Chen's gaze sharpened, and he exclaimed in surprise.

"You actually dodged it?"

He swept the surroundings with his spiritual sense, then abruptly turned around, just as Ling Yun appeared behind him!

"Die."

King Chen chuckled and formed an immensely terrifying palm imprint in his hand, immediately blasting it at Ling Yun.

Ling Yun had only just steadied himself and had nowhere to dodge!

"Divine Wood Spell!"

Ling Yun immediately unleashed two talismans.

In an instant, the talismans drew upon the boundless pure wood primal Qi between heaven and earth, forming a terrifying divine wood trap that imprisoned King Chen within.

"Talismans?"

Caught off guard, King Chen felt somewhat annoyed.

"Measly low-grade fifth-tier talismans. What can they do to me?" His lips moved slightly, and a layer of emerald-green flames suddenly flickered around him, burning the divine wood trap to nothing.

Seeing that his talismans were about to be broken, Ling Yun kept his hands moving and unleashed two more.

"Wind Blade Talisman!"

Although these talismans were also low-grade fifth-tier, they were slightly more powerful than the Divine Wood Spell.

Ling Yun unleashed two at once. In an instant, tens of thousands of wind blades swept toward King Chen, who had just broken out of the divine wood trap, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.

"Annoying rat!"

King Chen's expression did not change. His Qi erupted in full, and his Spiritual Yuan formed a vortex that shredded every wind blade.

Just as I thought, the gap is too great. Low-grade fifth-tier talismans can only match the divine abilities of the Middle Primordial Spirit Realm at best. But King Chen has already reached Primordial Spirit Realm Perfection. Low-grade fifth-tier talismans are completely useless against him.

Ling Yun's heart sank.

King Chen gave a sinister laugh and formed a palm imprint in his hand, its Qi terrifying, then blasted it toward Ling Yun.

Watching the palm imprint rush toward him, Ling Yun's pupils shrank to pinpoints. With no time to think, he produced a flash of blood-red light in his hand and unleashed it instantly!

Spirit Devouring Spell!

The vivid yellow talisman paper was marked with deep blood-red, and its runes blazed with light. A searing beam of blood-red light shot toward King Chen!

The change happened too quickly. In an instant, the red light entered the space between King Chen's brows.

"Aah-"

All of a sudden-

King Chen let out a piercing scream. The palm imprint condensed in his palm dissipated, but its remaining force still struck in front of Ling Yun.

Ling Yun dodged in a panic, but he was still hit by the terrifying explosion, which sent him flying back several hundred zhang.

"Pfft-"

Unable to hold back the metallic sweetness in his throat, Ling Yun spat out blood and fell to his knees.

King Chen was in an even more miserable state.

The Spirit Devouring Spell was a supreme-grade fifth-tier talisman, known as the foremost talisman for killing Primordial Spirits. It was designed to attack and kill the newly formed Primordial Spirits of Primordial Spirit Realm cultivators. Once it latched on, it was like ten thousand ghosts devouring the soul, terrifying beyond measure.

Without a powerful means of protecting one's Primordial Spirit, the only end was for it to be torn apart while one was still alive.

Within King Chen's sea of consciousness, the Spirit Devouring Spell had latched onto his Primordial Spirit. Tens of thousands of terrifying scarlet ghost faces tore at its body. Almost upon contact, more than half of his Primordial Spirit had been destroyed, its soul body dimming as though it might disperse at any moment.

He could no longer spare any attention to fight Ling Yun, and his body convulsed uncontrollably. The pain of having one's soul devoured was more than anyone could endure.

What did it matter that he had reached Primordial Spirit Realm Perfection? King Chen had underestimated Ling Yun after all. After plotting for years, he had fallen into a hopeless deathtrap on the eve of victory.