Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 362: Extraterrestrial Demon
Dugu Jiu sighed. He naturally didn't believe what Xu Yunfan said. This young man in front of him definitely had some amazing methods hidden.

He suddenly remembered that three hundred years ago, when he fought against various sects at the summit of Kunlun, he had also used the same nonchalant way to deceive his opponents.

The truths hidden between the lines of conversation pierced my back like icicles.

If this child hasn't even used up all his strength... the old man's hunched back bent even more, and his originally surging competitive spirit was now like a dying ember, reluctant to retain even its last bit of warmth.

"A paradise on earth..."

Dugu Jiu suddenly coughed violently, all thoughts in his mind had completely vanished, and his figure looked somewhat desolate. "With my decaying body like this, it would be more practical to find a life-extending pill."

As he turned, his dark robes fluttered wildly, like a withered leaf drifting beyond the palace walls. His hoarse voice faded into the twilight: "Congratulations, the only terrestrial immortal in this world."

At this moment, Xu Yunfan subconsciously focused his attention on the space between his eyebrows, where a blood-red vertical line appeared. As he concentrated, he felt a burning sensation between his eyebrows, as if a scalding hot iron was being pressed against his forehead.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his brow, his fingertips brushing against a raised vertical line. The line was pulsating under his skin, as if it were alive.

With a slight thought, the vertical line suddenly split open, revealing a blood-red pupil!
In an instant, the entire imperial court appeared completely different in his view.

Every crack in the palace walls was clearly visible, and the falling leaves in the distance seemed to be frozen in mid-air. He could even see the trembling of an ant's antennae three zhang away.

Even more mysteriously, the sword energy flowing around Dugu Jiu, who was about to leave not far away, transformed into countless silver threads in his eyes, and the millions of possible trajectories extended from these threads were clearly reflected in his blood-red pupil.

"Martial arts magical power?!"

Noticing Xu Yunfan's unusual behavior, Dugu Jiu turned his head and was met with a pair of blood-red eyes. He was so shocked that he took a half step back, and with a "clang," the long sword in his hand instantly gathered the scattered sword energy around him.

The fact that this grandmaster of swordsmanship could not control his natal sword at this moment shows how shocked he was.

As someone who has been immersed in martial arts for over a hundred years, Dugu Jiu could tell Xu Yunfan's current state at a glance.

Dugu Jiu felt both jealousy and envy; only then could one be called a master of martial arts.

"A martial arts supernatural power that, according to legend, can only be awakened when one breaks through to the realm of a terrestrial immortal..."

Xu Yunfan did not answer.

He was currently immersed in an unprecedented and profound state. His vertical pupil saw not only the present moment, but also countless fragments of the future flashing by as he collected the energy of heaven and earth and observed various pheromones.

Three breaths later, a piece of broken tile will fall from the eaves of the southeast corner of the palace; seven breaths later, Dugu Jiu's left hand will unconsciously rub the hilt of his sword out of habit; and even thirteen breaths later, the bronze bell of the Imperial Observatory three miles away will be blown by the wind, emitting a dull hum...

"I see."

By gaining insight into the enemy's moves and anticipating their attacks, one can also gather vast information within a hundred feet of oneself, thereby glimpsing the secrets of the world and finding a glimmer of hope in dire straits.

This is an unparalleled divine power that can only be awakened by those at the level of terrestrial immortals. In life-or-death battles, it can often turn the tide and transform death into life.

It has unimaginable usefulness in battle.

With each blink of his blood-red vertical pupils, he could see the flow of energy around his opponent.

The faint traces of true energy surging within flesh and blood, the signs of muscle fiber contraction, and even the fluctuations of killing intent in the subconscious mind, all transformed into countless clearly visible threads.

Xu Yunfan could see through all the possible variations of his opponent's next seven moves with just one glance, just like a chess observer who could see the whole game in advance.

What's even more mysterious is that the Heavenly Eye can perceive the unseen forces of fortune and misfortune.

Before a deadly crisis strikes, a burning warning will inevitably appear between the eyebrows, and every usable change in terrain, every fleeting opportunity for a counterattack, will be reflected in a faint golden halo in the field of vision. Even when surrounded by enemies on all sides, one can still find that sliver of hope that has slipped away.

Xu Yunfan gently stroked his vertical pupil, and the blood-red line slowly closed, leaving only a thin red line as thin as a hair.

This is his trump card, and he can't easily reveal it.

He turned to the horrified Dugu Jiu, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "It seems that what awaits us in the Martial Arts Hall is much more interesting than that old woman from before."

Dugu Jiu suddenly realized that after Xu Yunfan closed that strange blood-red eye, she couldn't remember its exact appearance at all.

Just as mortals cannot look directly at the sun, some beings beyond our comprehension will even instinctively choose to forget their memories.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he said hoarsely, "Your eye..."

"I can only see some interesting things."

Xu Yunfan lightly tapped the ground with the handle of his black iron hammer, and the bricks and stones of the palace wall suddenly resonated at a specific frequency, and sure enough, the hum of a bronze bell could be heard from afar.

He looked up at the flying eaves of the martial arts tower, just as a piece of broken tile fell and shattered on the bluestone slab.

Dugu Jiu followed his gaze and looked toward the Martial Arts Tower.

Xu Yunfan's voice suddenly pierced through the evening breeze, carrying a touch of melodiousness.

"Senior Dugu, please wait a moment."

Dugu Jiu, who was standing on the city wall, paused slightly, his wide sleeves drawing a semi-circle in the wind.

He suppressed his shock, quickly regaining his composure, and raised an eyebrow slightly: "What do you want? What are you talking about?"

"This old woman will stop at nothing to prolong her life."

Xu Yunfan lightly tapped the handle of the Mountain-Shaking and Sea-Suppressing Hammer made of black iron, and the dull metallic vibration echoed on the palace walls: "The Imperial Observatory has been searching for rare treasures from all over the world for decades. That old woman will stop at nothing to prolong her life. The entire 'Ten Thousand Chariots Transform into Swords' might be hidden in the Martial Arts Hall, not to mention those longevity pills tempered with the Nine Netherworld Cold Spring."

Dugu Jiu's expression trembled slightly.

He then came to his senses, realizing that he had been completely absorbed in the power struggle between Xu Yunfan and various forces, forgetting that the Great Zhou Imperial Court, which had been established for hundreds of years, was actually a treasure trove. Deep within those palaces and pavilions might lie opportunities that would allow him to break through the shackles of swordsmanship.

Now that Xu Yunfan had invited him, his spirits lifted slightly. Although he knew that Xu Yunfan must have a reason for keeping him here, the other party had already reached the realm of a terrestrial immortal. If he left without a second thought, he might be punched by Xu Yunfan the next second.

Just as Dugu Jiu was about to accept Xu Yunfan's invitation, suddenly, the charred, mangled flesh that Xu Yunfan had smashed into a pile of mud on the arena began to tremble violently.

The flesh and blood were like boiling mud, with fist-sized bubbles rising on the surface, which then burst, spurting out foul-smelling black blood.

"Ok?"

Xu Yunfan raised an eyebrow slightly, and gently turned the hammer handle in his hand, pointing the hammer head diagonally at the ground.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the center of the pool of flesh, like a gaping maw of an abyss.

A pale hand emerged from the crack, with long, slender fingers and nails that were an eerie purplish-black.

(End of this chapter)