Taming Beasts and Cultivating Immortality from Two Realms

Chapter 370 The Great Transformation Curse
Chen Beiwu frowned slightly, retreated rapidly, and showed no intention of responding.

"Shhhhhh!"

As expected, the instant Chen Beiwu activated his escape light, dozens of tiny, scarlet blood needles, as fine as cow hair, burst forth from the ground without warning.

These blood needles are not physical magic weapons, but are formed from the condensation of blood evil filth and resentful corpse energy. They are extremely insidious and can pollute a cultivator's true qi and magic power, break through the protective magic power, and corrode the soul and foundation of the Dao. Their speed far exceeds the perception of a pseudo-infant cultivator's divine sense.

However, Chen Beiwu's divine sense moved even faster. He only needed to urge Cangming Stepping Back Three Steps to dodge all the dozens of Yin Poison Blood Needles.

"Zizi!"

The blood needles plunged wildly into the afterimages left by Chen Beiwu, corroding the ground into bottomless, foul-smelling pits.

Upon seeing this, Xiang Yuanbai's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Chen Beiwu with apprehension.

Something is wrong, nine out of ten times something is wrong.

Faced with the threat of a Nascent Soul True Monarch and a fake Nascent Soul cultivator, Chen Zi'ang's demeanor was far too calm, as if he had them completely under his control.

Was Chen Zi'ang bluffing, or did he have a trump card that he hadn't yet revealed, capable of dealing with a Nascent Soul True Monarch?

With this thought in mind, Xiang Yuanbai took out his killing magic weapon. His steps seemed to move forward, but he actually moved backward to create distance, allowing Blood Skeleton True Monarch to stand at the front.

"Interesting. No wonder that good-for-nothing wasn't confident he could take you down."

Blood Corpse True Lord was not annoyed by the failed sneak attack. Instead, he clapped his hands and chuckled, letting out a hoarse laugh.

As for Xiang Yuanbai's little tricks, they couldn't escape Yun Wuyou's divine sense, but Yun Wuyou didn't think much of it.

As a Nascent Soul True Monarch, he doesn't need a fake Nascent Soul cultivator to get involved when dealing with a Golden Core cultivator.

"To deal with a Golden Core cultivator, you send out three Nascent Soul True Monarchs and a fake Nascent Soul cultivator. You really think highly of me."

Chen Beiwu scanned the surroundings with his divine sense, his tone calm: "What, aren't the remaining two coming out yet?"

"Three Venerable Ones? What nonsense are you spouting!"

Xiang Yuanbai frowned, then burst into laughter: "Hahaha, has Daozi gone mad with death in mind? Elder Yun alone is enough to deal with a mere Golden Core junior like you. There is no need for me to lend a hand."

"Boy, you're about to die, yet you still try to confuse this True Lord with such clumsy words."

Blood Corpse True Monarch shook his head, his aura intensifying as he used the Eight Directions Soul Locking Technique to forcibly lock Chen Beiwu's three souls and seven spirits.

The longer the delay, the greater the chance that the Mirror Moon Sect will discover it. A Golden Core-level mutated dragon is not enough to warrant him continuing to take risks.

"Oh?" Chen Beiwu tilted his head to look at the wasteland not far away and chuckled, "Then I understand. It seems you're not in cahoots."

As soon as he finished speaking, the textures on the surface of the two ancient trees on the wasteland rippled like water, and two figures instantly materialized from the ethereal.

The man had silver-white hair, was tall and thin, wore a Taoist robe, and held a whisk in his hand. He was a kind-faced old man.

The other woman had her hair styled in a high bun, had a slender figure, wore a pure white white dress, and had beautiful eyes that seemed to see right through people.

"Zhu Jinglong, the True Lord of the Suspended Mirror!"

"True Lord Chengyuan, Xin Yu!"

Xiang Yuanbai's pupils contracted, his eyes filled with apprehension, and he immediately revealed the origins of the two men.

Ordinary sect prodigies may not know how many powerful figures are within the Mirror Moon Sect, but as a Nascent Soul cultivator, he can obtain some information to some extent.

Suspended Mirror True Monarch and Clear Abyss True Monarch are both mid-stage Nascent Soul True Monarchs who have cultivated in seclusion within the Mirror Moon Sect for many years. Their strength is extremely formidable, far surpassing that of early-stage Nascent Soul True Monarch like Blood Skeleton True Monarch.

Blood Skeleton True Monarch's expression was also somewhat unpleasant.

escape!
Must escape!
Without Xiang Yuanbai needing to remind him, Yun Wuyou understood from the collision of their Heavenly Gang Qi that he was no match for them.

But what Yun Wuyou found most unbelievable was that even he hadn't been able to detect the presence of Xuanjing Zhenjun and Chengyuan Zhenjun, so how exactly did Jingyue Daozi detect them?

'No, no, no, or perhaps from the very beginning, I was led into a trap by that idiot Xiang Yuanbai.'

Yun Wuyou suddenly realized what was happening and, disregarding the task at hand, began to consider his escape route.

"I am quite skilled in the art of Mirror Concealment, capable of deceiving even Nascent Soul True Monarchs of the same realm. How did you see through it, Daoist?"

Ignoring Xuehai Zhenjun and Xiang Yuanbai, Xuanjing Zhenjun smiled at Chen Beiwu, speaking in a kind tone.

Chen Beiwu smiled calmly and did not answer.

This Nascent Soul True Monarch's concealment technique was indeed formidable. Even though his divine sense was comparable to that of a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, he was unable to detect anything amiss with the two ancient trees.

However, the auspicious red dragons on these two were too conspicuous, so conspicuous that Chen Beiwu could notice them at a glance, without even needing to use the Nine Breaths Absorption Divine Power to spy on them.

"True Lord Zhu, there's no time to lose, let's get started," Xin Yu said coldly.

According to the ancestral decree, the two of them should secretly protect Chen Zi'ang and not act arbitrarily unless the Daoist is in a life-or-death crisis, so as not to make this trial meaningless.

Unfortunately, Daozi had extremely sharp eyesight and could see through their whereabouts with just a few words, which made this escort mission somewhat anticlimactic.

With their whereabouts already exposed, the two of them could no longer hide and had no choice but to take direct action to capture the sect traitor.

"Okay, one for each of us."

Suspended Mirror True Lord nodded slightly, casually raised his right hand, and the whisk in his hand suddenly surged, traversing space and easily shattering the Blood Corpse True Lord's protective true qi, tearing off his bloody heart.

Struck by this heavy blow, Blood Corpse True Monarch's eyes widened in fury, his body stiffened on the spot, and his entire chest was almost completely reduced to ashes.

Meanwhile, True Lord Chengyuan removed the phoenix hairpin from his hair and slowly aimed it at Xiang Yuanbai.

The next instant, the phoenix hairpin transformed into a golden ray of light, shattering the void and successively destroying the two defensive magic treasures that Xiang Yuanbai had summoned, leaving the latter with an expression of disbelief.

The reason was that a phoenix hairpin suddenly appeared between Xiang Yuanbai's eyebrows, and his soul, magic power and energy were completely sealed by this treasure.

Without a doubt, the two sides are not even in the same league.

In just a moment of exchange, True Monarch Suspended Mirror and True Monarch Clear Abyss had already gained a complete advantage.

'It seems we don't need to intervene.'

Chen Beiwu's eyes narrowed slightly as he grabbed the eager golden egg.

While the feat of a Golden Core True Person defeating a Nascent Soul True Monarch is extremely rare in the Immortal Alliance, there are actually quite a few peerless geniuses in the long history of the Immortal Alliance who have achieved such a feat.

In the Southern Wilderness, let alone defeating a Nascent Soul True Monarch, even escaping from the clutches of a True Monarch is a feat worth boasting about.

Therefore, Chen Beiwu would not act rashly unless absolutely necessary, and was even happy to watch from the sidelines to avoid revealing his true combat strength.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Just then, seeing that the situation was not good, Blood Corpse True Monarch spread his arms and suddenly ignited all the true qi and magic power in his dantian. His entire body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, exuding a terrifying sense of oppression.

"Trying to use the Blood Explosion Mystic Technique to escape? You can't escape!"

The Mirror True Lord remained unmoved. With a gentle flick of his silver whisk, three thousand silver threads instantly spread out, easily enveloping and covering the Blood Corpse True Lord, forcefully suppressing his self-destruction.

But in the next instant, eighteen more streaks of blood-red light suddenly appeared in the sky, fleeing rapidly in all directions.

Clearly, what Suspended Mirror True Lord had previously defeated was only the blood clone of Blood Skeleton True Lord, not his true self.

This is normal, though. At the level of Nascent Soul True Monarch, defeating him is easy, but killing him is difficult.

Unless there is a significant difference in strength or realm between the two sides, or if there are special means to counter the profound techniques, it is difficult for a Nascent Soul True Monarch to completely capture an opponent if the opponent is focused on escaping and saving their life, even if the opponent is of the same realm or even a True Monarch of a slightly higher realm.

But even though True Monarch Suspended Mirror knew that True Monarch Blood Skeleton was a notorious demonic cultivator in the Western Realm, he still dared to make such a bold statement, which naturally showed that he had considerable confidence. "The Suspended Mirror illuminates the void, and the Dharma Image connects to the heavens."

The True Lord of Suspended Mirror gently tossed his whisk, then formed a hand seal and softly uttered a four-word mantra.

The moment the voice rang out, the sky, clouds, and sea of ​​clouds in this area suddenly became blurred and uncertain, revealing an ancient mirror-like image that stretched across the heavens and earth.

Once this mirror appears, it can stabilize mountains, rivers, and seas, illuminating the entire universe. The eighteen streaks of blood-red light rushing across the sky were instantly frozen in place.

Immediately afterwards, the wind stopped, the clouds stagnated, and the spirit vanished.

As all things serve as a mirror, the vast and boundless earth begins to seep forth towering waves of blood.

"I see."

Chen Beiwu looked thoughtful.

If he wasn't mistaken, the eighteen blood-red streaks of light in the sky were Blood Corpse True Monarch's disguise, and also bait to lure Suspended Mirror True Monarch.

The true form of Blood Skeleton True Lord had long since escaped into the earth without anyone noticing, but was forced out by the Heavenly Gang Dharma Form of Suspended Mirror True Lord.

"Do you need me to take action?" True Monarch Chengyuan frowned slightly.

A fake infant cultivator and a Nascent Soul True Monarch are two completely different levels of existence, not to mention that Xin Yu is a mid-stage Nascent Soul True Monarch.

So she defeated Xiang Yuanbai with just one move, and spent the rest of the time watching the show.

"No need, he can't leave now."

Suspended Mirror True Lord shook his head slightly, his eyes full of confidence.

A suspended realm leads to the heavens, where true names are engraved.

His Suspended Realm Dharma Image can not only see through the spirit and form, but also engrave the true name of the opponent in the mirror.

What is the use of engraving one's real name?
Using the true name as the causal thread, the suspended realm is the bondage of existence.

Even if True Monarch Blood Skeleton abandons his physical body and magical power, and uses his Nascent Soul to teleport out of his body, he will still be locked in this world by the Suspended Realm Dharma Image and will not be able to leave.

"Buzz!"

As expected, the ancient mirror, which spanned the heavens and earth, suddenly shone brightly, reflecting a hideous blood infant that let out a mournful wail.

"You want the True Lord to perish?"

"Very well, then this True Monarch will show you what the Blood Demon Transformation Curse is!" Blood Corpse True Monarch shouted sternly.

Upon hearing this, both True Monarch Suspended Mirror and True Monarch Clear Abyss changed their expressions slightly and retreated rapidly.

According to ancient records of the Mirror Moon Sect, the Blood Demon Transformation Curse is a secret evil technique passed down by the Blood Fortune Sect of the Western Evolution Realm.

This great curse is extremely dangerous, far surpassing any ordinary curse.

The caster must offer their own Nascent Soul and cultivation essence as a sacrifice to the Netherworld Blood Sea Will, which controls calamities and death, in exchange for a terrifying power capable of cursing and killing a Nascent Soul True Monarch of the same realm.

It should be noted that the Nascent Soul True Monarch is said to be "immortal as long as the Nascent Soul is not destroyed, and can live another life". Ordinary curses cannot harm the Nascent Soul True Monarch in the slightest.

However, the Blood Demon Transformation Great Curse can forcibly exchange one for one, which shows how powerful it is.

However, the Blood Demon Transformation Great Curse is extremely difficult to cultivate, and there are very few True Monarch Demon Cultivators in the Blood Fortune Sect who can master this technique.

Even if they could achieve it, no demonic cultivator would be willing to sacrifice their nascent soul unless absolutely necessary, forcibly exchanging their life for another at the cost of not being able to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

'Damn it, how could a mere early-stage Nascent Soul demonic cultivator possess such profound knowledge!'

Both Suspended Mirror True Lord and Clear Abyss True Lord summoned their personal defensive treasures to protect Chen Beiwu.

Suspended Mirror True Lord felt a sense of confusion.

He hadn't even used his full power yet; he had only used the Suspended Mirror Dharma Image to immobilize the Blood Skeleton True Monarch's Purple Mansion Nascent Soul. Why did the other party start fighting for his life instead of using this as a threat to survive?

This is indeed quite strange for a thousand-year-old Nascent Soul cultivator.

Noticing the reactions of the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs, Chen Beiwu also realized the extraordinary nature of the Blood Demon Transformation Curse, and his heart tightened.

He subconsciously gripped the Jade Purity Demon Subduing Talisman with his right hand, his primordial true qi surging within him, preparing to unleash the Myriad Spirits Calamity Transformation to prevent any accidents.

"Use blood as the catalyst!"

"Using the soul as a bridge!"

"We offer the Dao as a sacrifice, and dedicate it to the blood sea of ​​the netherworld!"

Blood Corpse True Monarch formed hand seals, and his already near-limited Nascent Soul completely collapsed, his entire body burning with eerie, viscous blood flames.

In an instant, the ferocious blood infant vanished completely, leaving behind a strange smile before its death, which sent a chill down Chen Beiwu's spine.

Sensing something was wrong, Chen Beiwu's mind sank into the chaotic world, where he saw a thin, black bloodline slowly appear, attempting to cover and erode the Heavenly Fortune Purple Dragon.

"Roar!"

The Heavenly Purple Dragon roared, its body swirling with purple energy, attempting to force the bloodline, but failed several times and fell into a stalemate.

Fortunately, this stalemate only lasted for about ten breaths. As the misty purple aura gradually spread, the Heavenly Fortune Purple Dragon began to gain the upper hand, gradually annihilating and forcing out the dark bloodline.

Seeing this, Chen Beiwu felt a slight sense of relief.

Indeed, a mere curse, though it can disregard the True Lord's defensive treasures and talismans, is far from comparable to the Heavenly Fortune Purple Dragon rank that he painstakingly accumulated.

The fact that this jet-black bloodline could persist for over ten breaths without being defeated fully demonstrates the significance of a Nascent Soul True Monarch sacrificing their Nascent Soul in the Purple Mansion.

Soon, as time passed, the jet-black bloodline, which was already no match for the Heavenly Fortune Purple Dragon, began to emit a series of hissing sounds. As a result, the essence that was spilled out gathered together and turned into drops of scarlet blood beads, emitting a sweet and alluring aura.

But compared to the length of the disappearing black bloodline, these scarlet blood beads are utterly insignificant.

At this rate, it would take at least five years, and at most ten years, for the Heavenly Fortune Purple Dragon to refine the jet-black bloodline.

After making a rough estimate, Chen Beiwu used his divine sense to probe the scarlet blood bead.

"Buzz!"

The mere contact between his divine sense and the blood bead brought Chen Beiwu a sudden clarity to his mind, and his divine sense, magical power, and physical body all experienced a tangible increase.

This improvement is quite rapid for normal secluded cultivation, but it seems insignificant for Chen Beiwu's own cultivation level.

'Interesting. This is less of a curse and more of a special kind of empowerment.'

Chen Beiwu's eyes brightened slightly, but he did not continue to absorb and refine the scarlet blood bead.

Before verifying the effects and drawbacks of the blood beads, he wouldn't risk it for a slight increase in his spiritual sense, magical power, and physical body.

Outside, True Lord Suspended Mirror and True Lord Clear Abyss looked at each other in silence, their expressions grim.

Only when Chen Beiwu opened his eyes and appeared unharmed did the two of them finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"How are you feeling, Daozi?" True Monarch Chengyuan asked with concern.

"I didn't feel anything after the examination. That so-called Blood Demon Transformation Curse is probably just Blood Corpse True Monarch bluffing." Chen Beiwu smiled calmly.

Upon hearing this, the furrowed brows of True Monarch Suspended Mirror gradually relaxed.

Indeed, according to ancient records, those who are afflicted by the Blood Demon Transformation Curse will suffer from various consequences. At best, they will suffer from demonic possession, their cultivation will regress, and they will become mortals and die. At worst, their nascent soul will collapse on the spot, and they will be reduced to ashes and perish.

Judging from Daozi's current behavior, Xuehai Zhenjun should have committed suicide rather than sacrificed himself, but he still felt something was off.

(End of this chapter)