Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 592 Similar Flowers
By surrendering to his Celestial Banner, although they lost their past as Celestial Puppets, at least their souls were preserved, which in a sense can be considered as surrendering to another path of survival.

Yang Jian's actions, unlike those who were forcibly abducted, seemed to be an attempt to secure a chance for his own survival.

"interesting……"

A glint flashed in Xu Yunfan's eyes; he hadn't expected that even after he had shattered it, there was still a way to survive.

He naturally wouldn't refuse if Nezha could enter the banner.

Famous war gods in mythology, if subdued, will surely become fierce generals among the banners.

Although when facing him, he blasted them into dust with his great formation.

He immediately transmitted his thoughts telepathically, his tone carrying a hint of satisfaction, and nodded slightly.

"Considering that you still have some affection for me, I agree to this."

You started this, so I didn't force you. This is a way of fulfilling your dream.

Following the location information provided by Yang Jian Xingling, Xu Yunfan quickly arrived at his destination.

However, he did not enter without permission. Instead, he used various magical methods, even the secret art of cause and effect, to probe the area first. Only after confirming that there were no traps did he feel slightly relieved.

It would be bad if the boat capsized in the gutter.

Yang Jian, inside the Star Spirit Banner, watched Xu Yunfan's series of actions and couldn't help but twitch his eyes slightly. He was glad that he was loyal, otherwise, if Xu Yunfan had noticed anything amiss, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Faced with these extraterrestrial demons, death might be a blessing.

This is a ruined fairy garden, a place that should have been a magnificent lotus pond, but now only a murky, black puddle remains.

In the center of the puddle, a flawless lotus flower floats miraculously, its petals tightly closed, radiating a faint yet pure life force and tenacious vitality.

Beside the lotus platform sat a short, stout Taoist priest dressed in a tattered robe.

His face was full of sorrow, his eyes were fixed on the lotus platform, and his expression was slightly cautious.

As the fat Taoist priest watched over the animals, he couldn't help but mutter to himself with worry, his voice filled with despair and confusion.

"Alas... The celestial realm is on the verge of collapse, the laws are in chaos, the heavens are wailing, and this blessed land of immortals that has existed for billions of years is about to be completely destroyed."

Nezha, Nezha, although your master has tried his best to find this last bit of spiritual lotus root essence for you, to help you rebuild your foundation and nourish your remnant soul, even if you can come back to life in this lotus, the heavens have collapsed, so how long can you and I live?
This body and this soul will eventually return to nothingness; it's just a matter of time...

Unless... unless we can find the legendary celestial vessel of the other shore, as described by His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, and escape this overturned cage.

But where is the Heavenly Emperor now? Where is the Heavenly Ship? Calamity is imminent, where is the other shore…

As he pondered this, the fat Taoist sighed heavily, his face filled with sorrow and despair.

He had spent countless efforts to preserve this glimmer of hope for his disciple, unaware that a complete dead end lay ahead.

"The Sky Boat to the Other Shore?"

In the shadows, Xu Yunfan, who was moving stealthily, happened to catch the fat Taoist's low sigh. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. According to the fat Taoist, this should be a spiritual treasure.

For a moment he was tempted, but he quickly dismissed the thought.

Lingbao is not something he can get his hands on right now; the Taiyin Xuanjian Dao Fruit is already too hot to handle.

You can't expect to get all the benefits; you have to see if you're even qualified.

"So this world holds such secrets? It's a pity that even with a boat, there's no way to survive."

Now that the Heavenly Realm is under the combined control of the Wancheng Sword Sect, the Yuanshi Sect, and the recently involved Bodhi Pure Land, it is likely that the outer realms have been sealed off.

However, his opportunity was right in front of him.

Xu Yunfan no longer concealed himself. The secret technique that had been concealing his aura instantly dissipated, and his figure appeared without warning above the murky puddle like a ghost.

"Who?!" The fat Taoist priest suddenly woke up, his eyes flashing with horror and fear, and he looked up sharply.

However, it was already too late.

Xu Yunfan moved with lightning speed. He stretched out his arm, his five fingers like hooks, and a powerful and irresistible suction force suddenly arose, aiming directly at the lotus flower in bloom with the remnant soul.

Space seemed to freeze, and the lotus platform was forcibly lifted up by an invisible force.

"You dare!"

The fat Taoist priest's eyes widened in fury, and he let out a roar of extreme shock and anger.

His reaction was undeniably quick, but Xu Yunfan's actions were even more unpredictable and swift, clearly premeditated.

puff!
With a soft sound, the tightly closed lotus petals escaped the fat Taoist's control without any hindrance, along with the faint red remnant soul of Nezha, filled with an indomitable fighting spirit.

It was grasped by Xu Yunfan's five fingers and instantly transformed into a stream of light, disappearing into the Zhou Tian Xing Ling Banner in his sleeve, which was already humming and trembling.

Everything happened in a flash.

"You fiend! Give me back my disciple's life!!!"

The fat Taoist witnessed his beloved disciple's remnant soul being taken away, and his mind and spirit were instantly shattered, his reason overwhelmed by boundless rage.

With a roar, he suddenly stood up and forcefully swung the seemingly ancient whisk in his hand.

Thousands of rays of light burst forth, and the thirty thousand silver ribbons of the whisk instantly exploded and grew wildly, like the Milky Way falling down, transforming into celestial clouds, carrying a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, sweeping and entangling Xu Yunfan in mid-air.

Each thread contains the immortal essence refined over a thousand years by the fat Taoist, making it incredibly strong and capable of capturing dragons and binding phoenixes.

Faced with an attack that would have thrown even cultivators of the same level into a panic, Xu Yunfan's expression remained unchanged, and a hint of contempt appeared in his eyes instead.

"After all, they are from the five outer counties."

With a slight thought, the Eight Views Cloud Qi burst forth from within his body.

This was not a simple protective force, but rather a powerful, surging spread that resembled a living thing.

This cloud is neither ethereal nor real, neither smoke nor fire, its colors shifting and changing, carrying a primordial power that refines and reshapes all things.

It was forged from the Xuan Du Eight Scenes Refining Heaven Creation Cloud Book, which can not only be used to refine weapons, but also to transform them.

Chi Chi Chi!
Thirty thousand white whisks instantly plunged into the churning Eight Scenery Clouds, as if piercing into incredibly viscous liquid space metal.

The seemingly soft Eight Views Clouds burst forth with astonishing refining power the moment they touched the whisk threads.

Like ice melting and snow melting, or like the scorching sun burning wax.

"what?!"

The fat Taoist's fury was instantly replaced by extreme horror.

He clearly felt that the divine thoughts and immortal essence imprints condensed on his whisk, a magical artifact he had spent a thousand years refining and nurturing, were being decomposed and refined by the strange, colorful clouds at an alarming speed.

In just a breath.

Like melting snow, or drifting away like wisps of smoke.

The originally dazzling and imposing thirty thousand white whisk threads, under the envelopment and erosion of the Eight Scenery Clouds, broke and disintegrated inch by inch, turning into the most primordial spiritual energy particles, and were then completely swallowed up and disappeared without a trace.

All that remained was the bare jade handle of the whisk in the fat Taoist's hand, and his face, which was filled with disbelief and fear.

"My whisk..."

(End of this chapter)