Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 576 What Ten Thousand Souls Banner? My Starry Sky Banner
The shadow of death, like a heavy leaden cloud, loomed over the three of them.

When the Foundation Establishment True Man of the Primordial Sect gained power, he naturally wanted to persecute people to death.

But who wants to die?

"Xu...Xu Yunfan!"

Zhao Moyang coughed up blood, his voice hoarse, his eyes filled with fear and resentment as he stared intently at the imposing figure at the center of the thunder.

If he could, he would naturally want to commit suicide without hesitation and then reincarnate. However, lightning is a natural enemy of the soul, and within the opponent's formation, even if the soul fades away, it would be impossible for a wisp of true spirit to escape into the Sea of ​​Reincarnation.

He had clearly seen the other party's two causal secret techniques before, especially the Cave of Darkness Erosion Talisman, which the other party used with great skill.

You can't escape; the longer you run, the more likely you are to die.

Moreover, this is the Heavenly Realm, not the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm where one can escape into the Netherworld of Reincarnation.

“You cannot kill us. We are all disciples of the Primordial Sect and are under the command of True Lord Pudu. If you try to kill us, True Lord Pudu will surely notice, given his divine sense.”

"At that time, you will surely be punished by the True Lord, and your fate will be a hundred times more miserable than ours!"

He screamed with all his might, trying to grasp at the last straw.

Xu Yunfan stood at the core of the lightning array, surrounded by purple lightning, like a god who wielded thunder.

He looked down at the three dying men, his handsome face devoid of any emotion, only cold indifference.

A faint, icy smile curved his lips, carrying a barely perceptible hint of mockery.

"Senior brother, have you forgotten that we are members of the Primordial Beginning Sect? Don't you know what kind of people our sect is?"

As he spoke, his ten fingers flew like butterflies, and the two secret techniques within his body, the Azure Dragon Thunder Pearl Locking Calamity and Suppressing Fortune Technique and the Cave of Darkness Eroding Heaven Talisman, were instantly activated to their maximum.

A subtle gray aura and fine, dragon-like blue lightning patterns swirled across his body before quietly merging into the void.

In an instant, the already thin connection between him and the three of them, as well as the last trace of their causal energy remaining on this battlefield, faded and distorted rapidly, like dewdrops thrown into the scorching sun, until they were almost imperceptible.

"So-called fellow disciples".

Xu Yunfan's voice was flat and emotionless.

"Senior Brother Zhao, this realm is not the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm. You were annihilated here by a True Person-level enemy from the Heavenly Realm... What does that have to do with me?"

If you die in the external world, don't even think about being reincarnated.

He paused slightly, then continued slowly, "The three of you can rest assured, your junior brother... will not kill you."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Moyang's tense mind suddenly relaxed, and he almost collapsed.

Even if it means not dying, being severely injured, crippled, or suffering endless humiliation...

It's better than having your soul scattered and your spirit destroyed.

As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood.

Before he could finish his wishful thinking, he saw Xu Yunfan slap his navel with his backhand.

Whoosh!
A beam of dark light shot out, growing larger as it faced the wind.

In an instant, it transformed into a jet-black banner about ten feet tall.

The flagpole was neither gold nor wood, and it felt icy to the touch. Its material was unknown, and there were faint blood-red patterns hidden within.

The banner was pitch black, so deep it seemed to devour all light. Its surface was composed of countless writhing, tiny, invisible dark vortexes, exuding a chilling and greedy aura that could freeze one's soul.

Upon closer inspection, countless dim yet menacing stars flickered faintly against the deep black background, as if a polluted cosmos had been incorporated into it.

As soon as this banner appeared, an invisible yet incredibly heavy, malevolent force that seemed to tear and rip out the soul instantly filled the entire space of the Heaven-Locking Array.

Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

This banner, which was originally stolen from others and used by Xu Yunfan as an auxiliary magic tool, has been greatly enhanced by his massive magical power, essence, and extremely high level of weapon crafting skills.

It was specially refined from the Zhou Tian Xing Jun's Secret Manual of Controlling and Slaughtering Life, which he obtained by exchanging contribution points accumulated over many years from the Yuan Shi Zong.

At this moment, it has become a top-tier magical treasure.

However, though it is said to be a treasure of the demonic path, its form can be altered. Looking at the Myriad Souls Banner that was emitting black energy, Xu Yunfan shook the banner pole slightly, and the black banner suddenly changed. The black energy scattered and transformed into the power of countless stars, with endless starlight shimmering within.

“My three fellow disciples, the road to the Yellow Springs is long and you are all alone. Since you do not wish to die, why not come inside my banner and have a chat?”

Xu Yunfan held the cold flagpole in his hand, his face smiling gently, but his eyes were as cold as ice. His tone was as relaxed as if he were inviting an old friend to have tea.

If he were to let those three go, he wouldn't dare eat or sleep properly.

That smile, as seen by Zhao Moyang and the other two, was even more chilling than the sinister grin of a ghost from the netherworld.

"what?!"

"Ten Thousand Souls Banner?!"

Xu Yunfan corrected, "This is not the Myriad Souls Banner, but the Zhou Tian Star Spirit Banner that I specially crafted. Once you go in, you will naturally become a Star Lord."

"Fuck your shit!"

Zhao Moyang's fleeting sense of relief was instantly overwhelmed by boundless fear and anger.

His eyes were bloodshot, almost popping out of their sockets, and he roared with the last of his strength.

"Xu Yunfan!!! How dare you!!"

Leng Yuehua's icy face was completely drained of color, replaced only by extreme fear.

Those captured by the Myriad Souls Banner will be enslaved by the Demon Banner for eternity, their souls eroded day and night by endless resentment and evil power, unable to escape or reincarnate, until they are completely annihilated or completely refined and driven by a new master.

This is a thousand times, ten thousand times more terrifying than death.

"Do not!!"

A piercing, distorted scream burst from her mouth, a scream of utter despair.

At this point, they are already fish on someone else's chopping board. Unless they really disregard everything and die, causing their spiritual power to explode and detonate their spiritual foundation, the consequences are predictable.

But members of the Primordial Sect, if they can live, will naturally not die easily.

Sun Qishan was enraged and struggled to stand up, ignoring the fact that his wounds were reopening all over his body.

"You scoundrel! You want to turn me into a vengeful ghost in a banner?! I'll be a ghost too..."

Xu Yunfan was too lazy to listen to any more nonsense.

He trembled his wrist slightly, and the ten-foot-long banner fluttered in the wind.

"Buzz!"

A deep, hollow hum, as if originating from the deepest abyss, rippled from the banner.

The countless tiny stars suddenly lit up with a ghastly green light, and endless screams and venomous curses, like tangible sound waves, assaulted the souls of the three.

"Photography!"

Xu Yunfan uttered a silent incantation and pointed his hand in a magic gesture toward the three people in mid-air.

The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls—no, the Banner of the Celestial Spirits—shone with great brilliance.

The pitch-black banner trembled violently, as if a gluttonous maw had suddenly opened.

An irresistible and overwhelming suction force arose out of nowhere, heading straight for the three people on the ground.

"what!"

"No! Lord Pudu will not let you go, uh..."

"Xu...Yun...Fan!"

Desperate curses and wails echoed throughout.

The remaining Xuan Yin energy around Zhao Moyang was forcibly drawn away and devoured like smoke, and his robe was torn by an invisible force.

His essence, blood, magic power, and even flesh, which had been nurtured for hundreds of years, were disintegrating, turning into streams of pure black and blood-red energy. These streams carried his terrified and distorted soul, which was being sucked into the deep opening of the banner with a wailing sound.

(End of this chapter)