This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 482 Today is the first and the last time.

Rumble————

At the moment of impact, heaven and earth fell silent, and all things were still.

The Buddha statue faded, retreating into the distance as the three-headed, six-armed form receded, bowing its head and spitting out large amounts of blood.

A black crack burst open from the point of impact, instantly stretching for thousands of miles, rapidly expanding across the sky and the earth.

Crashed!

The world of the Demon Ruins could not withstand the pressure. Under this powerful blow, mountains collapsed, rivers flowed backward, and the stable world structure was forcibly torn in two.

The sky and the earth, like a fragile eggshell, split in two, revealing the chaotic and churning nothingness behind them.

The Demon Ruins Realm has cracked open!
At the same time, the strongest defense that Xiang Yuan had picked up from the wasteland—the black sword sheath—also cracked open.

The origin of the sword sheath is unknown. It contained a deep red universe filled with boundless demonic energy. For unknown reasons, the deep red universe lost its brilliance, and the demonic energy inside became desolate and barren.

The Crimson Universe is dead, but the scabbard is still clinging to life. The divine object has a spirit and does not want its own decay to lead to the destruction of the Crimson Universe. So it passed it on to the Rouge Sword, degenerated into a mortal, and left behind the corpse of the scabbard.

Despite its death, its defenses are impeccable. To this day, no one has been able to penetrate its defenses, let alone shatter them in a direct confrontation.

Today is the first and the last time!
The moment the scabbard shattered, countless tiny fragments scattered like dust, swirling black snowflakes carrying the afterglow of a deathly universe, all of which entered Xiang Yuan's body, penetrating his flesh and bones, and burying deep within his internal organs.

Tiny crystal clusters covered Xiang Yuan's entire body, turning his fair face into a dark one, and made a metallic creaking sound at his joints, making his limbs stiff as if they were rusty.

Xiang Yuan's primordial spirit was almost torn apart by the impact. He subconsciously took out Palu to absorb all the damage, and then sacrificed Leng Xue to avoid fainting on the spot.

Cold-blooded: (Valley)
Paru: (ω)
Even so, due to the severity of his injuries, his spirit was in a daze and he still could not stay awake.

Just as the Bull Demon King had the instinct to fight ingrained in his bones, Xiang Yuan had already engraved the Formless Seal Technique into every corner of his body. Without the guidance of his primordial spirit, his body would move on its own the moment he was injured.

Unfortunately, his entire body was covered with black crystal clusters, his blood vessels were blocked and his meridians were obscured, making his body seem rusty. His energy circulation efficiency was so low that it was outrageous, and he was unable to strengthen his inner spirit or his outer divine power.

Even the 'immortality' that comes with the fusion period is greatly reduced in terms of self-healing due to the rusting of the body.

In a daze, Xiang Yuan saw the sky collapse and the earth split open, the Demon Ruins Realm split in two, he was on one side and the Bull Demon King was on the other side, he could not get across and the bull could not get across either.

Well, he definitely can't get across now, and it's hard to say whether the cow can get across.

Shatter the sword sheath, smash the demon realm...

This minotaur is as strong as a war god, standing at the pinnacle of the minotaur family, reaching the literal meaning of world-destroying power. No matter what outrageous things he does next, Xiang Yuan will not be surprised.

Here's a burst of Chaos Light for you!
A vertical line split open between Xiang Yuan's brows, like a third eye glaring angrily. A hazy, chaotic light transformed into a blade, instantly piercing through the void.

There's no need to aim; the massive, mountain-like head of the Demon Bull is the perfect target. You could hit it with your eyes closed.

Xiang Yuan was hit by a Minotaur's charge, losing his sword sheath and sustaining serious injuries. The Minotaur who launched the attack was also in trouble; even a broken ship has three thousand nails, and besides, the sword sheath had indeed been glorious. The Minotaur charged forward, and a crack appeared in the rotten, hollow horn on its left side.

The corrupted and demonic Bull Demon King felt no pain, but the force of the recoil was too great. His hooves stomped on the ground, causing him to stagger backward, and his dark, demonic eyes became much clearer.

In that brief moment of lucidity, he saw a chaotic light approaching, a light so dazzling it could annihilate everything. He felt his death was imminent, and if he didn't dodge, there would be no more Mighty Bull Demon King in the world.

In the rush, there was no time to dodge. The demonic bull turned its head, using its left horn as a defense. Taking advantage of its clarity, it unleashed its demonic energy, frantically compressing all its demonic power and pouring it into the hollow horn, making it a temporary vessel for the celestial demon.

Black light emanated from the cracks in the bull horn, and countless twisted magical patterns appeared on its surface, like billions of tadpoles swimming.

This terrifyingly powerful demonic energy originated from the extraterrestrial demon that possessed the Bull Demon King's demonic thoughts. The latter was a formidable figure with a significant position in the Demon Realm, and was said to be the creator of demons, the origin of the concept of 'demon'.

Its name is Primordial Heavenly Demon!
Compared to this great figure, even the Heavenly Transformation didn't dare to turn the table when picking up food, and the Great Demon of Wheel Hell didn't even have a seat, only worthy of squatting outside the door, picking up bones thrown at him.

Clang!
The light of chaos arrived in an instant, and the moment it struck the bull's horn, a triple resonance resounded throughout the heavens.

With the first soft sound, the upper half of the already cracked horn was cut off, leaving the cut surface as smooth as a mirror.

The second explosion caused the demonic energy and chaos within the horn to collide, creating countless tiny spatial cracks.
With a third deafening roar, two illusory figures clashed in the darkness: a colossal demonic hand that could overwhelm the universe and an ancient chaotic sword that could split the heavens and the earth, slowly collided.

boom! !

The light and shadow vanished.

The severed half of the demonic bull's horn was completely carbonized, and its demonic energy dissipated. Above its head, an absolute void sphere with a diameter of a thousand feet expanded, and its aftershocks swept across everything, crushing everything around it.

The Bull Demon King was closest, and his powerful physique ensured he wouldn't die immediately, but he was still thrown off balance. His thousand-foot-tall body flew into the air like a broken sack, before crashing heavily to the ground.

Amidst the ruins, the thousand-foot-tall bull's body shrank, becoming a minotaur whose entire body was reduced to a skeleton.

The Bull Demon King was forced to take 90% of the damage. Xiang Yuan, who was a little further away, was swept away by the remaining 10% of the damage. His body was severely injured, his eyelids drooped like a thousand-pound brake, and he fainted with a muffled groan.

Both sides were utterly silent.

The Demon Ruins Realm continued to crack, and after an unknown amount of time, the shattered black cracks slowly healed. Amidst mournful cries, the Demon Ruins Realm patched itself up and repaired itself.

As we all know, glass items break easily, but it's very difficult to glue them back together.

The Demon Ruins Realm is in this situation. Not to mention how long it will take to glue it back together, even if it is glued back together, its strength will be far less than before. Just like a habitual dislocation, if you exert a little force, this world will crack open again.

Coincidentally, the version of the Demon Ruins Realm is particularly friendly to athletes with great strength.

Click!

Amidst the ruins, the minotaur, now nothing but bones, slowly rose, shook off the dust and rubble, touched the broken horn on its left side, and two ghostly flames flickered eerily in its eye sockets.

The Great Sage Equaling Heaven, the Bull Demon King, has no chance of dying even if he wants to.

The Bull Demon King seemed completely bewildered, shaking his head as if he had lost consciousness. Suddenly, the ghostly flames flickering in his eye sockets contracted abruptly.

"Oh no, I've beaten up the person sent by the Bodhisattva!"

"It's over, I still have to kill the madam!!"

At this moment, the Bull Demon King was freed from the torment of demonic thoughts and was completely awake. Recalling his audacious actions, he trembled on the spot, like a calf that had just learned to walk.

At that moment, only one thought occupied his mind—I'm going to die!
"No, there's still hope, as long as the three immortals are still alive..."

The Bull Demon King strode out and headed straight for the distant location, digging and pulling at the ground with both hands, trying to rescue himself.

As long as the people on the Bodhisattva's side can be saved, everything will be fine. As for Mrs. Niu's side...

Well, as long as he kneels down, the lady will surely forgive him.

perhaps!

After a long while, the Bull Demon King had dug nothing out; his heart, now empty, died once more.

"It's not my fault, it's demonic influence. I, Old Niu, didn't want it either..."

Another crazy one!
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Meanwhile, Xiang Yuan, a walking medicine, was injured so badly for the first time that he was knocked unconscious.

Furthermore, due to its rusty body, it is unable to heal itself.

Fortunately, the problem wasn't serious, and there were still two teammates.

The Mighty Bull Demon King's attack was earth-shattering, its demonic power overwhelming and unmatched. Xiang Yuan's strongest defense was shattered on the spot, and the magical artifacts used by Bai Wuyan and Su Ran Sword Venerable for cultivating both their lives were also cracked.

Before Xiang Yuan tilted her head back to sleep, the two of them had already logged off.

Because they were at a higher level, had been eating well recently, and were not troubled by Xiang Yuan's rusty body, the two strong women woke up at almost the same time.

After meditating for a short while to regain some strength, the two endured the needle-like pain in their primordial spirit and dug the naked little black face out of the ruins.

After a thorough examination, they couldn't wake him up no matter how they tried.

For the first time, Bai Wuyan realized that the elixir of immortality could not save itself from certain situations. She tried to remove the fragments from the sword sheath, but these fragments had already fused with Xiang Yuan's body, making it impossible to remove them by force...

It's not that it's impossible, but it's too wasteful. The flesh and blood of the elixir of immortality contain too much medicinal power, and any removal of bones and flesh would be a huge loss.

There is a way to bring Xiang Yuan back to life without removing his rusty flesh: treat the scabbard remnants as medicinal power and refine them to fully integrate them into his flesh.

It sounds incredible, but for Xiang Yuan, it doesn't seem impossible.

It doesn't matter if he faints; dual cultivation can assist him. It doesn't matter if the refining intensity is too high either; there just happens to be a lowly maidservant nearby who knows the methods of cultivating in a small world. Bai Wuyan thought to herself, feeling that this place was not a good place to stay for long. She took out a white robe to cover Xiang Yuan, gave the lowly maidservant beside her a look that said it was better to leave, and teleported away.

First, find a safe place to stay.

At this time, the Demon Ruins Realm was still in the process of self-repair. The sky was dark and the earth was in chaos, with fire, water, and wind recurring everywhere. Finding a safe place to go was no easy task.

Bai Wuyan's first thought was the Corpse Forest, and the Corpse-Abandoning Lord happened to be a temple, only it was a bit ugly.

She quickly rejected the idea.

It wasn't that she didn't trust the Corpse-Abandoning Lord, but rather that she couldn't find a reason to trust him. All three of them were injured, and if the Corpse-Abandoning Lord had any ulterior motives, things could get very complicated.

Xiang Yuan was directly devoured by the abandoned corpse protector, and her flesh and blood became part of the temple. She and the lowly maidservant, one on the left and one on the right, became the temple's consorts.

The risk is too high; it's not advisable.

Bai Wuyan carried Xiang Yuan as she walked and searched, eventually finding a dilapidated Taoist temple in a deserted corner.

The Gathering Immortal Temple of the True Immortal Ruyi.

Juxian Temple was located on Jieyang Mountain, originally opposite the gate of Jilei Mountain. However, Xiang Yuan obtained the Banana Leaf Fan and kept fanning it, which not only destroyed Jilei Mountain but also sent Jieyang Mountain flying. As a result, Jieyang Mountain disintegrated in mid-air, and Juxian Temple, along with a small part of the mountain, fell to this place.

The dilapidated palace was uninhabitable, but the well at the Abortion Spring was miraculously preserved.

The well water has changed, separating into yin and yang, which can be considered a fortuitous event. It is very suitable to use it to nourish the body of a powerful medicine.

Without giving it much thought, Bai Wuyan threw Xiang Yuan into the water to wash him, a habitual and subconscious action. Halfway through washing him, she remembered he was a seriously injured man who couldn't withstand much rough treatment, so she quickly jumped into the water and embraced him.

Below the well water, yin and yang form their own boundary, with clear and turbid waters separated into heaven and earth, making it quite spacious.

The air here is not polluted, and the sky provides cover, so you don't have to worry about the Bull Demon King coming after you if you recuperate here.

Bai Wuyan positioned Xiang Yuan in a cross-legged position and began dual cultivation with her primordial spirit. Unable to awaken Xiang Yuan's severely injured primordial spirit, and with her own primordial spirit also heavily injured, she bit Xiang Yuan's neck.

He took a sip, then frowned and stopped.

Excessive iron levels in the blood not only prevent it from being absorbed and refined as medicine, but also result in an unpleasant taste.

"You old hag, don't hogging the toilet without using it. If you don't use it, someone else will!" Su Ran Sword Master stepped forward with dissatisfaction.

Bai Wuyan didn't say anything and stepped aside.

"Huh, you're actually being so kind?"

Su Ran Sword Master was quite surprised. Based on her understanding of Bai Wuyan, she would never let her go to waste, so her sudden generosity must mean something was wrong.

The Sword Master Su Ran couldn't figure out the specific problem for a while. He suspected that the pretty boy was too badly injured, and the old woman was heartbroken but couldn't heal him. She was also too embarrassed to ask for help, so she silently gave up her spot.

"Hmph, now you've come begging to me!"

The Sword Master Su Ran sat smugly in Xiang Yuan's arms, still winking at the back of Bai Wuyan's head despite his serious injuries: "Old hag, your elixir of immortality smells really good. Watch closely from the side, I'm about to enjoy it."

As she spoke, she bit down on the other side of Xiang Yuan's neck.

The side the old woman bit was disgusting; it was covered in saliva.

With a bite, rusty blood flooded his mouth. The Sword Master Su Ran's crescent-shaped smiling eyes widened in shock as he spat out the rusty blood medicine: "What a piece of trash! You really are hogging the spot..."

Only then did Bai Wuyan calmly spit out the blood-infused medicine from her mouth.

s(￣︿￣)σ(ˉへ￣#)
"You old hag, you actually tricked me into eating... that... you know!"

"You're the one who wants to eat it, so who can you blame? I'm watching, so hurry up and enjoy it!"

"What are you so smug about? You ate shit too!"

"Ha, that's nonsensical."

The two couldn't see eye to eye and couldn't find any common ground except for the elixir of immortality.

If it weren't for the presence of a powerful enemy and the serious problem with the elixir of immortality, this would not be the time for competition; a fight would have already broken out by now.

Bai Wuyan and Su Ran Sword Master didn't say anything more. Without exchanging words, they tacitly put aside their personal grudges and took turns repairing the Elixir of Immortality.

When Bai Wuyan was cultivating her primordial spirit, Su Ran Sword Venerable meditated beside her, nourishing his own primordial spirit. When Su Ran Sword Venerable was preparing medicine, Bai Wuyan did not disturb him.

Without the blood-absorbing medicine and with Xiang Yuan's primordial spirit weak and unresponsive, the efficiency of one-sided dual cultivation was pitiful. Fortunately, Su Ran Sword Venerable had the method of a small world, which could assist Xiang Yuan in refining the fragments of the sword sheath within his body, treating them as rare and precious materials for refining.

Two weeks later, Xiang Yuan's eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Looking up, one sees the qi divided into yin and yang, and the heavens and earth in black and white.

Looking down, she saw the palm-sized face of the Sword Master Su Ran in her arms. Because he was silent with his eyes closed, his ethereal jade-like face was exquisitely beautiful, with features as if painted on a painting.

Looking to the side, Bai Wuyan sat cross-legged, quietly without saying a word.

Xiangyuan: (一''一)
Bull Demon King, you son of a bitch, where did you come from? Is this still the Demon Ruins Realm?

Such a peaceful and harmonious scene was something Xiang Yuan dared not even dream of. He seriously suspected that he had already died. This place was called the Netherworld, and the three of them were queuing up for reincarnation.

if not?
Aside from respecting the dead and setting aside personal grudges, what else could allow the White Palace Master and the Door-Crack Sword Master to get along peacefully?
Xiang Yuan thought to himself, feeling a sharp pain in his primordial spirit and a complete loss of sensation in his physical body. He closed his eyes and looked inward, only then realizing how serious his injuries were.

At the same time, I understand why the two strong women stopped arguing; they were short of medicine and didn't have time to argue until the medicine was repaired.

Without even a moment's mourning for the broken scabbard, Xiang Yuan closed his eyes and responded to the primordial spirit that Su Ran Sword Venerable embraced him. They embraced each other, merged into one, and together deduced the laws of the small world, refining the scabbard fragments as if they were rare and precious treasures.

Xiang Yuan never imagined that this thing could be considered a rare and precious treasure. After trying it, he discovered that after several blood and marrow cleansing sessions, he, who possessed the Formless Seal Technique and the Small World Technique, only looked like a person on the outside, but his inner self had already exceeded the concept of common sense.

The scabbard can indeed be refined and integrated into the limbs and bones, serving as a sedimentation of medicinal power.

Come to think of it, regardless of the shape of the scabbard, it is essentially a product of melting down rare and precious materials and forging it.

The Formless Seal Technique combined with the Small World Technique can devour heaven and earth, and a sword sheath forged from rare and precious materials can naturally also devour and transform into its own use. He felt that this wouldn't work, as it was too narrow-minded.

A moment later, Xiang Yuan refined some of the sword sheath fragments, but they were only small particles; the larger ones remained buried deep within his flesh and bone marrow.

Now that his primordial spirit has awakened, he can move his flesh, blood, meridians, and energy points within his body, relocate pollutants to one place, regenerate fresh blood, and generate a continuous supply of edible blood medicine.

Sword Master Su Ran came closer, drawn by the scent of the medicine.

Take a big bite, gulp gulp gulp.

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"Hiccup~~~"

So fragrant!
Like a parched land receiving sweet rain, the Sword Master of Plain Dye drank his fill and felt incredibly refreshed.

The next second, Bai Wuyan grabbed Fate by the scruff of his neck, lifted him up, and threw him aside without any mercy.

Go stand aside, there's no place for you here!
Bai Wuyan snorted coldly, ignoring Su Ran Sword Venerable's sarcastic tone, and sat cross-legged in Xiang Yuan's arms to draw blood. Seeing the saliva that the lowly maid had deliberately left, she showed a look of disgust and waved her hand to throw Xiang Yuan into the water curtain above to rinse him.

I'll only eat it after it's been washed clean.

Half a day later, Bai Wuyan sat down to the side, and Su Ran, the Sword Master who was in line, rubbed his hands together like a fly and followed suit to wash Xiang Yuan clean.

Xiang Yuan: ()
He was wrong to complain that the plot was too cliché and just repeated the same pattern. He got carried away and wanted to go back to the old formula if possible.

Both strong women were seriously injured and coughed up blood, needing strong medicine to help them. Meanwhile, the pretty boy was smiling like Hua An, with one on each side of her.

Heaven above, he no longer finds it tiresome and deeply regrets his outrageous remarks.

Is it too late to apologize?
Although the result was the same, essentially no different from having both on the left and right, the experience of being proactive versus passive was worlds apart. In particular, the scene of Su Ran Sword Master rubbing his hands and queuing up deeply hurt Xiang Yuan's young heart.

It feels like I've been repeatedly abused by the White House Master and the Door-Crack Sword Master.

This is terrible. If Huang Tian agrees, we can switch back to the old routine right now. Even if the White Palace Master and the Door-Crack Sword Master vomit blood and collapse on the spot, he would be happy to do it!

"Hehehe, I'm going in!"

"..."

The scene was too beautiful for Xiang Yuan to bear looking at, and he closed his eyes in despair.

(End of this chapter)