txolops Chapter 29 The Appearance of a True Immortal
Chapter 29 The Appearance of a True Immortal
Within the Taoist's palm, the black shadow transformed from the Qianlong dragon struggled and twisted wildly, emitting a silent roar. The black mist churned violently, attempting to break free from the invisible restraints.
"Outrageous! How dare you insult me like this!" Qianlong was furious. "[Huanlong Yutian] · [Jianglong]"
The shadow suddenly expanded, and a jet-black dragon-shaped column of smoke, condensed to its extreme and seemingly capable of piercing through the vast world, shot into the sky from the shadow and surged into the depths of the endless void.
At the same time, the flesh and blood of the dragon-like beast below seemed to be summoned, writhing wildly and turning into a viscous torrent of flesh and blood that climbed and spread upwards along the black smoke column. The black and red intertwined, and it was faintly about to condense into a blurry humanoid outline wearing a crown and a dragon robe.
A terrifying pressure, more than a hundred times stronger than before, began to spread, as if an ancient emperor was about to cross over. The mere leakage of his aura caused the real world outside the sea of blood to tremble slightly, the light of the sun and moon to dim, and the primordial energy of heaven and earth to groan.
"Haha, he's getting impatient, this old mudfish is really getting impatient." Chi Mingzi was recording the notes with great interest, "He actually wants to burn this divine source to forcibly bring his true body over. If his true body were here, the power of heaven and earth he could draw upon with his cultivation would be overwhelming, but now they are separated by countless miles of mountains and rivers, and there is this strange killing ritual in between... Hehe, I think you've tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead."
Sure enough, the Blood Sword Daoist seemed to raise his head slightly, his face still blurry.
There was no speech or movement.
However, immeasurable killing intent from heaven and earth, the resentment of all living beings, and the aura of calamity converged and transformed into four ancient and enormous Daoist characters around the Daoist.
"Killing to refine the world."
The Taoist priest lowered his head and looked at his palm again. His face remained expressionless, but everyone could sense a slight joy in him.
Then, the Taoist opened his mouth slightly and gently inhaled into his palm.
The black shadow that Qianlong had transformed into twisted and turned into a wisp of chaotic energy that entered the Daoist's mouth.
"No!"
Qianlong let out a heart-wrenching roar, filled with endless humiliation and horror, which shook the void.
"I am the Qianlong, bearing the legacy of the Great Yin Dynasty and holding the Huanlong Palace in my hands! How could a mere celestial ritual possibly devour me?! I refuse to believe it!"
"Crack... snap..."
The sound of something hard being bitten and chewed resonated clearly in the minds of every viewer.
Then, all was silent.
In the center of the sea of blood, the figure of the Taoist priest in a magnificent crown and wide belt, holding a blood sword, had vanished without a trace, as if he had never existed.
The boundless sea of blood shrank and sank into the pill at the bottom of the pit, revealing the devastated ruins of Black Wind Mountain below.
When the light returned, all was still and clear, as if it were a dream. Only the faintly pulsating flesh and blood elixir testified that it was all real.
At this moment, the talisman scroll in Chimingzi's hand dimmed rapidly, and the scene engraved on it became blurry and fragmented. Finally, with a soft "poof," it turned into specks of light and dissipated.
"Hiss," Chi Mingzi gasped, looking at his empty palm, then his gaze suddenly fell on the pill in the center of the pit. His cloudy old eyes were filled with a kind of wild joy, as if he had found a treasure. "What an overbearing ritual of heaven and earth! Even the existence of that Daoist is difficult for the world to record?"
He rubbed his hands together, a wisp of sharp, incomparable killing intent still lingering on his fingertips.
This wisp of killing energy was pure and domineering, carrying a terrifying power that could annihilate everything and reshape the universe, making even someone of his cultivation level feel a slight tremor in his heart.
"My future disciple... just which terrifying lineage did he inherit?" Chi Mingzi scratched his messy hair, his face a mixture of confusion and excitement. "This old man has traveled all over the country, stealing... cough cough, I've seen my fair share of ancient secrets and lost inheritances, but how come I've never heard of such a domineering method called 'killing to refine the world'? Humans, demons, gods, monsters, ghosts, corpses, Buddhas, spirits, strange beings, Taoists, immortals, emperors, Confucians... almost all the beings in the world can be killed and refined. This isn't cultivation, this is clearly..."
He muttered to himself, his gaze once again fixed on the flesh and blood pill in the deep pit, his eyes burning with even more fervor.
"Forget it, why bother thinking about it? Such a killer is born to join my Pure Yang Path."
Chimingzi suddenly grinned, tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of wine, his expression revealing a hint of schadenfreude.
"Hehe, the divine sense cultivated from the 'Huanlong Yutian Yinhuang Scripture' is deeply connected to the original body, and it also carries a portion of the Great Yin Dragon Qi and the Great Dao comprehension. This time, being refined and devoured alive will make that old guy feel the pinch for quite a while. He might even have to go into seclusion to stabilize his soul. It's exhilarating, truly exhilarating."
He dusted off his Taoist robe, tidied his appearance, and swayed toward the edge of the pit, humming a tuneless little tune as he pondered how to greet his disciple later.
"This kid has real guts. He puts himself in a do-or-die situation, using this ritual to shatter and rebuild himself. Now that the ritual is complete, the most crucial moment is about to begin."
Chi Mingzi could clearly feel that the life force inside the flesh and blood pill was getting stronger and stronger, like the movement of an embryo, and at the same time, a killing aura was flowing through it.
He sat down cross-legged on a high cliff, drinking wine while observing with great interest the intricate runes flowing across the surface of the elixir.
Within the elixir body, countless strands of flesh and blood intertwined and reconstructed, while the dragon of wicked energy coiled within, absorbing its essence and gradually solidifying. Meanwhile, Xu Changqing's soul had already sunk into an unknowable realm.
There, the sea was vast and boundless, churning with calamity.
Xu Changqing was like a lone boat, bobbing up and down in the turbulent waves.
Suddenly, a crimson carriage and a green palanquin appeared, with feathered canopies and jade wheels, dragon banners and phoenix pavilions, jade ornaments hovering in the air, purple canopies casting high shadows, flowing with radiant jade light, a vast and expansive spirit, illuminating the entire sky. The sun and moon displayed their celestial signs, the stars changed their positions, their movements shifting and changing, unlike anything ever before.
A figure, seemingly existing since the beginning of time, sat there.
"The Jade Emperor, the Heavenly Venerable Who Kills and Saves the World from Calamity in the Sea." This name inexplicably surfaced in Xu Changqing's mind.
"Oh..."
A soft sigh, yet also a soft laugh. The sea of calamity surged, and the void trembled.
Xu Changqing was churning in the sea of calamity, nearly drowning, when suddenly the sky brightened and all the strange phenomena disappeared.
Thus, the soul returned to the flesh and blood, the bones and muscles regenerated, the bloodline was formed, and the evil dragon coiled around the body.
The pill at the bottom of the pit had silently expanded to a size of about ten feet, its entire body round and dark, suspended three feet in the air, slowly rotating.
Suddenly, the surface of the shell trembled slightly.
A crack as thin as a hair quietly appeared, initially no more than an inch long, but in an instant it spread all over the body, like a dense spider web.
"It's done." Akamiko perked up, sat up straight, squinted, and stared intently.
"Click...click..."
A series of crisp sounds rang out, particularly clear in the silent ruins. The dark, dull shell transformed into a cloud of golden dust, collapsing inward and being completely absorbed.
Amidst the dust and light, a human figure gradually became clear.
He was eight feet eight inches tall, with well-proportioned muscles and a balanced physique. His black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, the ends of which moved without wind.
A fire-avoiding robe draped naturally over her shoulders, a white bone and jade hairpin tucked diagonally into her hair, revealing a hidden majesty amidst her simple elegance.
Chi Mingzi stared wide-eyed, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily. He murmured, "Good heavens, incredible! His body is eight feet eight inches long... This is the legendary appearance of a true immortal, capable of subduing dragons and tigers."
As the dust settled, the person opened their eyes.
His eyes were clear and bright, black and white, yet they exuded a powerful aura that made people afraid to look directly at him. When he spoke, his voice was like a thunderclap.
"Throughout the Three Realms, I alone am supreme."
Before he finished speaking, a dragon of malevolent energy, its body covered in black scales, coiled up and lowered its head, protecting him from behind.