Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 261 Seizing the Body
His pupils reflected the young man gradually walking off the stage, his jade-like body crumbling with each movement. Suddenly, the unique sweetness of ginseng qi surged in his throat—the life-saving trump card that had been integrated into his marrow and blood after devouring the ginseng child.

"Crack!"

The spiderweb-like cracks on the young man's chest and abdomen had spread to his throat, yet he used the remaining starlight on his fingertips to touch his brow.

The entire white jade palace suddenly trembled violently, and the jade fragments that peeled off the surface of the coiled dragon pillar condensed in the air into the seal script of "Qingyue Zhenshan Jue", which was the body-refining secret of Xuanzhen Sect that Xu Yunfan had seen before!

Xu Yunfan was shaken and realized in an instant that the true secrets of the Xuanzhen Sect were probably obtained from this place.

"It is indeed a fine cauldron."

The young man's shattered vocal cords produced a trembling sound like a bronze chime, and the clear light around him transformed into a bridge, connecting Xu Yunfan's Baihui point.

Xu Yunfan's pupils shrank suddenly, his mind was struck as if by lightning, and he was jolted. The moment the clear light bridge entered Baihui, he seemed to see a sea of ​​clouds explode before his eyes, and countless ancient and obscure runes rushed down like a torrent, almost making his consciousness sluggish.

"This is... possession?!"

His muscles tensed instantly, and his dragon scale armor sensed the danger, with each scale standing on its own and bursting out with a blinding blood-red light.

Xu Yunfan felt as if his head was about to explode, and in a daze, he even saw...

A white bone altar rose from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, with nine rusty chains piercing through the figure in the center of the altar.

The figure slowly raised its head, revealing a face exactly like its own, but with the same smile the young man had just given it!
Qinghui wrapped around Xu Yunfan's limbs like chains, restraining him in mid-air.

Seeing Xu Yunfan's slightly dazed expression, the young man smiled.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes reflecting Xu Yunfan's stiff figure. Suddenly, he sighed softly, his voice sounding desolate as if it had traveled through a thousand years: "What a pity... There is a natural order to things in this world, which cannot be forced. The spiritual energy of this place is as desolate as a desert. The time is not right, and the conditions are not favorable. Even if one has extraordinary abilities, it is difficult to go against the tide."

His gaze lingered on Xu Yunfan's tense body, sweeping over the dark patterns on the dragon scale armor, and a playful smile suddenly appeared on his lips: "As for the 'human element,' fate has actually prepared it for me."

The fingertips lightly tapped the void, as if manipulating Xu Yunfan's physical body.

"With your body, which has undergone a blood transfusion and marrow cleansing, and with the aid of my treasured 'Turtle Breathing Crossing Calamity Scripture,' you can endure two or three hundred years of desolation... When the tide of spiritual energy returns, it will be the time when my path sees the light of day again!"

Before he finished speaking, the young man's figure suddenly disintegrated into a sky full of clear light, rushing towards Xu Yunfan's brow like a celestial river pouring down!

"boom!"

Xu Yunfan was struck dumb and instantly collapsed to the ground.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the youth's essence transformed into a hundred-foot giant, pressing down with a palm, attempting to crush his soul.

However, at that moment, a sudden change occurred.

"His!"

The remnant of the Supreme Dao, formed from the shed flesh of a mysterious Supreme Dao expert, suddenly erupted. At this moment, the remnant of the tribulation rolled up like a living thing, as if it were a gluttonous beast that had smelled blood, and frantically wriggled to fit every inch of Xu Yunfan's skin.

The young man's spirit suddenly froze, realizing with a start that he had fallen into a blood-red dream.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the entire dreamscape crimson.

The sky hung low, as if it might collapse at any moment, crushing this illusory world.

The white bone altar stood majestically in the center of the sea of ​​blood, with nine rusty chains running through it and disappearing into the void at their ends, as if binding some indescribable entity.

A mysterious white-clad woman, formed from the remnants of an ultimate being, stood on the altar, her robes fluttering, surrounded by chilling sword energy.

Her face was indifferent, but her eyes were as cold as icy stars, piercing directly into the spirit of the young man who had sacrificed himself to enter Xu Yunfan's sea of ​​consciousness. The composure on the young man's face vanished instantly, and a dark cloud settled between his brows.

These changes were beyond his expectations; this person, who was no more than a grasshopper, had unexpected changes within his sea of ​​consciousness.

He quickly calmed down, and when he saw the woman's figure clearly, his pupils contracted slightly, and then he sneered.

"So you're a remnant of the 'Heavenly Sword Pavilion'! Yu Congling, you're still alive and clinging to life. I misjudged you."

His voice was like the clanging of metal, carrying a hint of sarcasm and apprehension.

"No wonder this remains could stop me from sacrificing myself... Back then, the Heavenly Sword Pavilion was famous for its 'Spirit-Slaying Sword Intent,' which was specifically designed to counter the techniques of the primordial spirit. I never imagined that someone could seal the sword intent into a physical body and create such an evil object!"

At this point, the young man suddenly burst out laughing.

“When you first came to this world, your Heavenly Sword Pavilion master watched you perish. If I bring you back to the sect, the sect will surely remember me for this great service! I’m determined to have your body. Once we’re out, I’ll refine you into my furnace.”

At this point, a lewd glint flashed in the young man's eyes.

"I have never tasted the true teachings of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion in my life."

"The Yuanmo Sect... is just a group that hasn't given up its evil intentions."

Yu Congling's expression remained unchanged; he simply raised his hand slowly.

In an instant, the sea of ​​blood surged, the altar of white bones trembled, and countless sword energies condensed from the void, transforming into blood-red longswords that hung in the sky, their tips pointing directly at the youth!
The young man's expression changed drastically, as if he had not expected that Yu Congling, who was merely a remnant spirit, could still condense such a terrifying and unparalleled sword intent.

It must be that Xu Yunfan nourished my vital energy day and night in my dreams, which is why this result occurred.

Thinking quickly, the young man instantly understood all the key points and glared fiercely at Xu Yunfan, who was standing in the distance.

Xu Yunfan remained expressionless and raised his hand to give him the middle finger.

Although he didn't know what the gesture meant, the young man naturally understood that it was disrespectful. He stopped dwelling on the matter and decided that if he wanted to deal with Xu Yunfan, he first had to destroy Yu Congling of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.

He shouted angrily, "You mere remnant of a spirit, how dare you obstruct me?!"

However, before he could finish speaking, a rain of blood-red swords poured down!

The moment the blood-red sword rain poured down, the youth suddenly erupted with overwhelming demonic energy, transforming into nine pitch-black chains that bound him. Each chain had a hideous ghost face on it, emitting a shrill scream.

"The Nine Tribulations of Primordial Beginning, Begin!"

The chains shredded the incoming crimson sword energy as if they were alive, but several sword lights still pierced through the defenses, tearing shocking wounds into the young man's primordial spirit.

He grunted, his anger turning into rage, and his hands formed a hand seal. As the demonic energy surged, a phantom of a three-headed, six-armed demon god materialized.

"Since you insist on protecting this brat, I will devour your lingering will first!"

The demonic phantom had six arms outstretched, its palms splitting open into crimson vertical pupils that shot out six soul-devouring demonic lights.

Yu Congling did not move, but nine blood pillars suddenly rose from the bone altar, their surfaces covered with dense sword marks and inscriptions.

"Zheng!"

A clear, resonant sword cry echoed through the sea of ​​blood, and all the inscriptions detached from the pillar of blood, intertwining in front of her to form a sword screen engraved with the ancient seal script of "Slaying Spirits".

The moment the demonic light struck the sword screen, it melted away completely, like snow meeting the blazing sun!
The young man's pupils contracted sharply. He had never expected that Yu Congling had actually mastered the "Invincible Sword Style" from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion's supreme martial art, the Heavenly Sword Canon!
(End of this chapter)