Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 436 Ten Thousand Soul Flags

For the first time in two hundred years, her decaying optic nerves began to regenerate, and the outline of the pupils emerged in the cloudy whites of her eyes.

She cultivates the method of enlightened sword heart, uniting with the sword, which naturally gives rise to martial arts enlightenment and the birth of wisdom.

Now, nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the decaying body's dried-up meridians are like sweet rain, and the withered flesh and blood are reviving inch by inch. Even the sword bones that have been dormant for two hundred years are being reborn under the flow of spiritual energy.

"Spiritual energy! This is spiritual energy!"

The old man with the mud shell frantically tore at the earthen shell on his body. The moment his new skin came into contact with the air, it stirred up a vortex of earth elemental energy within a radius of ten feet.

He knelt on the ground and wailed, his fingernails digging deep into the earth. He had relied on the earth's veins to prolong his life for two hundred years in the Divine Martial Realm, and only now did he realize what the true "Essence of Earth" was.

Back in the Divine Martial Realm, he was like someone struggling to survive in a cesspool, but now he has finally tasted the flavors of life.

"If the Divine Martial Realm possessed such spiritual energy..."

The old man wiped away his murky tears with his rough hands, trembling as he rubbed off the cracked crust of dirt from his body. "How could I have fallen to this state, neither human nor ghost? Heaven have mercy, heaven have mercy!"

At this point, he realized what he was saying and bowed deeply to Xu Yunfan, saying, "Thank you, Master!"

He was well aware of their identities. The other party was also a Foundation Establishment Immortal, far beyond what a mortal like him could compare to. Even if there was some connection between them and the Daoist sect, it belonged to Bi Yuan and Xu Yunfan. They were, at most, familiar strangers.

The most striking thing was the dark shadow formed by the incense smoke.

The divine body of the previous leader of the Daoist sect is currently bathing in the pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The black mist formed from the believers' distracting thoughts receded like the tide, and after peeling away layer by layer, it revealed the phantom of a Taoist priest in a green robe with white hair and a youthful face.

With clear and bright eyes and flowing robes, he looked just like he did when he was in charge of the Dao Sect.

Looking at his solid hands, he suddenly bowed deeply to Xu Yunfan, saying, "This old Taoist priest, Zhang Ziyang, thanks you for your life-saving grace!"

Xu Yunfan, however, stared at Xuezhen—a phantom image of a tortoise and snake intertwined was appearing above the purple-robed old man's head.

This old monster, who had cultivated the "Mysterious Spirit Transformation Path" to its extreme, actually touched the threshold of Foundation Establishment the moment he broke through the boundary!
pity……

Xu Yunfan glanced at the other party's body, which was only formed from spiritual energy. Without a physical body, if he continued to cultivate, he could only follow the path of a ghost immortal.

"Grandmaster Uncle, your physical body is destroyed. It will be as difficult as ascending to heaven if you want to return to the righteous path."

Xu Yunfan sighed, "Even if I were to intervene, I would need to find a rare and precious object like a Primordial Spirit to reshape your physical body."

His gaze swept over Zhang Ziyang's slightly swaying spirit body, and his voice grew deeper: "Such a spirit creature, born of nature, possesses its own intelligence from the moment it is born. How could it willingly sacrifice itself for others?"

As for other methods, the cost is too high, and one might even accidentally damage their own foundation.

Xu Yunfan would naturally not use it lightly.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ziyang showed no sign of dejection; instead, a calm smile bloomed on his youthful face despite his white hair.

His illusory figure in his green robe swayed slightly, and just as he was about to speak in response, an invisible ripple suddenly spread across the ground beneath his feet.

"boom!"

A violent surge of spiritual energy suddenly erupted from the depths of Zhenwu Peak's earth veins, like a giant dragon awakening after a thousand years of slumber.

A torrent of spiritual energy, so pure it was almost tangible, surged forth from the confluence of the earth's veins, instantly transforming the surrounding area of ​​a hundred feet into a swirling sea of ​​spiritual mist. Zhang Ziyang's Dharma body, condensed from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, trembled violently, his illusory figure in a green robe flickering uncertainly under the impact of the spiritual tide, almost collapsing like a candle in the wind.

Those who possessed intact physical bodies were completely unaware of this; on the contrary, they felt increasingly comfortable due to the increasingly dense spiritual energy around them.

The physical body is like a precious raft for ferring people across the world, filtering the raging tides of spiritual energy into gentle nourishment, allowing the soul and spirit to dwell peacefully within it.

The divine body, formed by the power of incense and vows, faces the raging world almost naked.

Seeing Zhang Ziyang's spirit body disintegrate and his soul almost disappear due to the continuous surge of spiritual energy, Bi Yuan hurriedly asked, "Yunfan, is there any way to keep Uncle Ziyang here?"

Xu Yunfan's eyes flickered slightly as he took out a blood banner from his robes. This banner was looted from the Foundation Establishment cultivator who had followed him into the Divine Martial Realm to deliver food.

This banner, nurtured by blood and evil, has devoured the essence of many cultivators. Even Foundation Establishment cultivators have several entrenched within it. When the banner is unfurled, it can sweep away a hundred miles of ghostly realms in the unrestrained Taihua Spirit Ruins. Even Foundation Establishment cultivators who are deeply trapped within it rarely fare well.

Unfortunately, these people were too arrogant and followed along into the Divine Martial Realm without any hesitation.

Once this matter is settled, it is natural to report it to Master Baiyue.

With other True Lords getting involved, it's beyond his ability to handle.

The Yuanshi Sect is divided into numerous factions, with six True Lords, each belonging to different schools. The infighting among them far exceeds what those in the orthodox sects can imagine.

Seeing Xu Yunfan hesitate, Bi Yuan, who was standing next to him, could see the sinister and terrifying blood banner in Xu Yunfan's hand. He lowered his voice.

"Regardless of the method used, we should keep this Uncle Ziyang here... If he hadn't been injured by love back then, he could have easily taken that step in a world devoid of spiritual energy and achieved the realm of a terrestrial immortal!"

At this point, Bi Yuan shook his head and sighed, "It was all about timing and fate. Back then, this man was hailed as the second Patriarch of Chunyang."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yunfan did not hesitate and immediately activated his vast True Martial power to infuse the Blood Banner.

In an instant, the originally sinister blood banner trembled violently, and the hideous ghost face coiled on the banner emitted a shrill scream. Countless blood evil energies surged out like boiling water, and under the wash of Zhenwu's magic power, they turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated.

He made a hand seal with his left hand and held the banner in his right. His True Martial Power surged like a river, condensing into Xuanwu cloud patterns on the surface of the blood banner.

As soon as the cloud patterns took shape, they moved like tortoises and snakes, wandering across the banner surface like living creatures. Wherever they passed, the originally scarlet banner surface gradually faded, revealing a deep, ink-black background.

The spirit of the cultivator imprisoned within the banner let out a cry of liberation, and under the cleansing power of Zhenwu, the resentment and evil aura that had entangled him for two hundred years was peeled away inch by inch.

Xu Yunfan stared at the blood-stained banner in his hand, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

This Blood Banner of Ten Thousand Souls is a wicked treasure crafted by a Foundation Establishment demonic cultivator with all his heart and soul. If he can retain its original power, he will be invincible even in the early stages of Foundation Establishment.

The Blood Banner of Ten Thousand Souls is dark red, like congealed blood. Countless distorted human faces can be vaguely seen on the banner, wailing in pain. Every pattern is soaked with the hard work of a Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivator for hundreds of years.

He could sense the terrifying power lurking within the banner, with the essence of seven Foundation Establishment cultivators residing within, and the souls of millions of mortals refined into bloodthirsty energy.

If this banner is used against an enemy, once the Blood Banner is unfurled, even a cultivator in the early Foundation Establishment stage would likely flee at the mere sight of it, unable to withstand even a single encounter.

I have no idea how that demon managed to collect so much blood essence.

"Pity"

(End of this chapter)