Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 572 Handing Over the True Scripture
He took a step forward, and the dark yin energy around him suddenly surged, forming a rolling black mist that brought a bone-chilling cold.

Xu Yunfan remained calm, merely glancing at Zhao Moyang with a hint of mockery in his eyes, without uttering a word.

Zhao Moyang was not angry when he saw this. They were all Foundation Establishment cultivators with extraordinary minds, so how could they be easily swayed by others' emotions?

he continued.

"The Divine Firmament Nine Heavens Profound Sky Undying True Scripture is transformed from the Dao Fruit of Thunder Dao Void Suspended. It is born with the imprint of the Great Dao Law of Thunder. What is even more rare is that all past causes and effects have been completely severed and stripped away, making it a blank sheet of paper without an owner."

Such profound teachings are certainly not something a mere Foundation Establishment mid-stage cultivator like yourself could possess.

Zhao Moyang's voice suddenly rose, filled with unparalleled greed and burning desire.

Xu Yunfan was speechless, then smiled and said, "I wondered what it was about. It turns out you want to learn the Divine Firmament True Scripture. Senior Brother Zhao, you should have said so earlier. Tomorrow I'll set up a disciple-acceptance ceremony on Divine Firmament Peak. You can become my disciple and bow to me three times and kowtow nine times. If I'm happy, I'll definitely accept you as my disciple and, if I can't, I'll pass on the Divine Firmament True Scripture to you."

Zhao Moyang chuckled lightly. The words spoken by the disciples of the Yuanshi Sect were far more profound than this, and he had grown tired of hearing them all along the way.

Xu Yunfan's words were quite lighthearted, and he didn't react much to them.

At this point, Xu Yunfan glanced at the group, his expression slightly puzzled, and said, "Why go to such lengths? Even if you get it, how will the three of you divide it?"

Sun Qishan said, "You don't need to worry about how to divide it."

Zhao Moyang said, "You have to hand it over today, whether you like it or not. Otherwise, this place will be your burial ground, and your nascent cave heaven will be left for us to refine into our natal magic treasures."

These words completely tore off the mask of civility, showing that she was determined to take advantage of Xu Yunfan completely.

Killing someone in other realms will leave no trace in the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm.

Leng Yuehua remained silent, the small green bamboo sword surrounding her was already humming and vibrating, locking onto Xu Yunfan's vital points.

Sun Qishan grinned, revealing his white teeth, and with a ferocious smile, he pulled out the massive black axe, wider than a door panel, with a backhand motion. Intense and violent demonic energy surged into the sky, and the blood-red patterns on the axe lit up, spitting out a bloodthirsty desire.

Xu Yunfan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The Divine Firmament Nine Heavens Profound Sky Undying True Scripture was the fundamental true method for him to achieve the Golden Core Dao, and it was also a tool for cultivating both his own Dao foundation and life. How could he possibly give it away?

He instantly understood that it must be because of the battle with Nezha, where he had risked everything to activate the core lightning power of the great formation. The aura of the suspended Dao Fruit could not be completely concealed, and was ultimately exposed by these fellow disciples with profound cultivation and sharp eyes.

Unexpectedly, they formed an alliance in just a few breaths, and they did it with exceptional skill.

In this celestial battlefield far from the jurisdiction of any sect, where the strong prey on the weak, the camaraderie among fellow disciples, stripped of their masks, is more deadly than any extraterrestrial demon.

As expected of someone from the Yuanshi Sect, they are all extremely cunning.

Deep within his consciousness, his divine soul operated to its limit, rapidly devising strategies for escape and even counterattack.

At that critical moment, when the killing intent of the confrontation almost solidified into a tangible storm.

"Buzz!"

A terrifying pressure, more refined, more tyrannical, and more undeniable than the aftershocks of the battle between True Monarch Qingyuan and the Heavenly Emperor, descended upon this world like an invisible ancient divine mountain.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Just as Leng Yuehua was about to activate the Green Bamboo Sword, her body suddenly stiffened.

Sun Qishan, who had been grinning as he raised his giant axe, froze on the spot.

Even Zhao Moyang, whose aura was locked onto Xu Yunfan, couldn't hide the horror and panic that flashed across his eyes.

Everyone involuntarily looked up at the sky. Above the shattered heavens, beside the light and shadow of the fierce clash between True Monarch Qingyuan and the Heavenly Emperor, a pure, dark golden radiance, seemingly capable of shattering all laws, quietly shone.

The radiance was not dazzling, but it carried an unparalleled majesty that penetrated all things and held the power of life and death.

Within the dark golden halo, the figure of an old man dressed in a drab gray robe, with a slightly hunched posture, silently appeared.

The old man had an ordinary, even somewhat thin, face, and held an unremarkable, yellowed, mottled wooden cane in his hand.

Just by standing there, all the chaotic and violent energy storms around him, whether it was the boundless pure energy of True Monarch Qingyuan, the majestic imperial might of the Heavenly Emperor, or the remaining Buddhist light and broken sword energy, all flowed around him like gentle streams, daring not to make the slightest move.

Pudu Zhenjun.

The only True Lord of the late Golden Core stage in the Primordial Sect, and also the ultimate presiding over the attack on this realm.

As soon as the True Lord of Universal Salvation appeared, he gently tapped the void with the withered wooden cane in his hand.

"Buzz!"

Without any visible movement, a dark golden ripple, seemingly unremarkable yet containing the boundless flow of time and the principles of birth and death of all things, silently spread out, instantly sweeping across the entire high-altitude battlefield.

The Heavenly Emperor, who was locked in a fierce battle with True Monarch Qingyuan and whose power was being suppressed by the laws of the entire Heavenly Realm, suddenly trembled as his body, protected by immeasurable merits. His majestic imperial might seemed to be eroded by an invisible barrier, and a slight stagnation appeared.

The imperial might, powerful enough to crush mountains and rivers, slowed down considerably before this seemingly simple dark gold ripple, as if it had sunk into a viscous swamp of time.

The hunched figure of the True Lord of Salvation did not expand, but behind him naturally reflected the phantom of an endless world.

Within that illusory image, there are the birth and death of stars, the transformation of oceans into fields, the birth and death of all living beings, vast and boundless, filling the entire universe with thoughts.

The Dharma Image is not an illusion, but rather the result of the late Golden Core stage, where the individual's own celestial realm has not collapsed and has begun to gradually evolve into a world. This is the projection of the Dao realm that has been triggered.

"Qingyuan, this fiend's roots have been blessed by the heavens and earth of this world. Join forces and kill it quickly, do not linger."

The voice of the True Lord of Salvation was old and calm, as if it were a trivial matter like chopping a chicken.

In the eyes of True Lord Pudu, it was indeed a trivial matter. After all, he had cultivated for tens of thousands of years and had conquered too many realms.

Even if this realm has multiple Dao Fruits, it is still no match for a True Monarch in the late Golden Core stage.

It can only be said that even a tiny grain of rice dares to shine?

Qingyuan Zhenjun's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he shouted sternly.

"good!"

His pure energy suddenly surged, and the resulting pure energy of heaven and earth, which was like ten thousand swords returning to one, suddenly increased the sharpness of the sword of judgment by 100%. The sword force that was originally resisted by the Heavenly Emperor using the power of heaven and earth through the Dao Fruit suddenly tore everything apart and fiercely struck the Heavenly Emperor's body as if cleaving the sky.

The Heavenly Emperor's radiant body trembled violently, and for the first time, his face revealed a look of fury and horror.

One Qingyuan Zhenjun was already on par with him, and now there is another Pudu Zhenjun whose aura is far more profound and ancient than Qingyuan's, and whose Dao realm projection is as heavy as the sky falling.

His once-proud Heavenly Emperor status began to falter under the combined erosion of these two True Monarchs from the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm.

"Duh!"

Pudu Zhenjun did not look at the Heavenly Emperor again, and went straight to the west with his withered wooden cane.

A dark golden light suddenly shone from the tip of the cane, instantly traversing endless space.

(End of this chapter)