Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 170 No good feast? Make your own!
Heads are still flying down from the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, thousands of them are densely packed on the tree canopy, and people of all ages and genders are present.

The branches and leaves sway gently, and the head moves accordingly, showing that the fruit is plentiful.

The high priest gazed at all this, and like an old farmer in the mountains who had just reaped a bountiful harvest, he smiled with satisfaction.

Suddenly, the High Priest focused his gaze on Li Wushou.

Before the meal, he would also bring the wandering Taoist priest to the table so that he could enjoy the great harvest of the Luotou clan over thousands of years in peace.

"Wandering Taoist, what do you think should be done about the Luotou clan?"

The High Priest smiled and then turned to Li Wushou to ask about what the Minister of Justice had just said.

Looking at the trees laden with the heads of the Luotou clan members, Li Wushou felt a pang of emotion and replied softly:

"When one immortal falls, all things are born; when all things fall, immortals are reborn?"

Upon hearing this, the High Priest's smile widened, and he let out a hearty laugh.

"Haha. You Fangshi is indeed wise. I really want to consider you a close friend."

The High Priest was filled with mixed emotions, a sense of regret lingering in his heart. But unfortunately, the more he felt this way, the less he dared to keep Li Wushou.

He saw a reflection of his younger self in the other person.

Sensing that the control talismans within the bodies of the gods in his belly and at his feet were completely connected to the god-stealing talisman between his brows, the High Priest's mind stirred, and he began to harness the power of the two gods.

A buzzing sound came from the void, and the ground on the empty platform in front of the ancestral hall suddenly shattered inch by inch.

Two sharp claws emerged from the ground, tearing at Li Wushou from the left and right.

The sharp claws pierced into Li Wushou's left and right shoulder blades, and with a sudden force, tore Li Wushou in two.

"This feels wrong!"

The High Priest's expression hardened, and he suddenly looked in front of him. Ripples appeared in the void, and a tall, slender figure appeared strangely in front of him, swinging his fist toward his chest.

The punch didn't seem particularly powerful, but the High Priest sensed a hint of danger.

With a roar from its abdomen, the demon inside tore at its belly and burst forth, its mouth agape, trying to swallow the slender figure whole.

"Well done!"

Li Wushou let out a soft shout, changed his fist stance, abandoned the Grand Priest's chest, and smashed it directly down towards the god in his abdomen.

"boom!"

A muffled thud echoed across the open ground, and the charging belly god paused, then abruptly retreated.

Li Wushou's punch, delivered from above, struck the god in the abdomen squarely between the eyebrows.

The violent Yin and Yang power exploded on the forehead of the god in the abdomen, making the god dizzy and disoriented. Even the high priest, who was connected by talismans, changed his expression slightly and frowned.

After the first strike, the two stopped simultaneously.

Behind him, Li Wushou, torn apart by the divine claws beneath his feet, turned into a handful of scraps of paper, which drifted in the wind.

"A paper substitute? The wandering sorcerer is indeed unparalleled in magic."

Li Wushou stood still and calmly replied, "The High Priest must have seen my origami skills."

The high priest seemed to remember something, his lips twitched, and then he asked, "Wandering sorcerer, aren't you going to ask me why I attacked you?"

Li Wushou shook his hand and looked at the Grand Priest with some confusion.

"I thought the High Priest was intelligent, why did he ask such a question?"

The moment he finished speaking, without waiting for the High Priest's reaction, Li Wushou took a step and disappeared from the spot again.

The high priest was taken aback, then felt a sense of insult.

Did the other party sense my ill intentions back when we were at the ancient temple?
None of these wanderers were fools.

The more I admired Li Wushou just now, the more I loathe him now.

Li Wushou's demeanor made him feel like a clown showing off.

With a cold glint in his eyes, the High Priest locked onto Li Wushou's figure in the next instant, and his feet suddenly transformed into two sharp claws.

"Hiss!"

The sharp claws swung four times, enveloping Li Wushou's body.

"Let me see how many paper dolls you have!"

The High Priest stared at Li Wushou, knowing that with the sharpness of the claws of the God of Foot, a single strike to Li Wushou would tear him in two. After all, even the crystal tree body of the Ancestral God could not withstand the two claws of the God of Foot.

But to the High Priest's surprise, this time he did not sense any sign that Li Wushou intended to use magic.

Facing the sharp claws of the god beneath his feet, Li Wushou chose to confront them head-on rather than dodge or evade.

"court death!"

The high priest's eyes flashed with murderous intent, thinking to himself that Li Wushou was utterly clueless.

Li Wushou stared intently at the sharp claw marks slashing from the left and right in front of him, unleashing his full power.

The yin-yang diagram on his back flowed instantly, and a holographic Tai Chi symbol appeared above his head.

The void, which was on the verge of shattering from the claw marks, was forcibly twisted and began to flow.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Wushou passed through the folds of the void. Ignoring the horizontal slashes of the claws, he broke through the blockade with a strange, swift movement.

Then he swung his fists, striking the two sharp claws hard with both hands.

"Bang~ Bang~!" The claws withdrew, and the High Priest's twelve-foot-tall divine body couldn't help but take two steps back, crushing the altar behind him and causing it to collapse to the ground.

The high priest's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in surprise.

"This is a Dharma Domain? You're a Golden Core cultivator?"

The Luotou clan was originally a clan practicing immortality, but after the ancestral god seized control of the two ancestral gods, he cut off the Luotou clan's cultivation methods in order to enslave them. Therefore, the Luotou clan could only rely on their extraordinary physical abilities to compete with others.

Otherwise, why hasn't the Luotou clan produced two gods in so many years?

When the Grand Priest was young, he met a wandering sorcerer who told him about the mysteries of the path of immortality.

Therefore, he was particularly drawn to the path of immortality, which is why he went to Mount Bulao to cultivate despite his father's advice.

The ancestral god said that he returned to the Luotou clan because of his urgent summons, but that is not the case.

Since he had already decided to go to Mount Immortality to seek immortality, why would he return to the clan because of a threat to his parents' lives?
There was only one reason he came back: he didn't qualify to stay in Mount Bulao.

Before leaving, he made a deal with the Immortal Mountain, which allowed him to obtain the method of killing gods with mortal power.

Li Wushou's power to distort the void is similar to that of the Divine Realm, but he did not sense the aura of divine incense on Li Wushou. So what is this if not the Law Realm?
Li Wushou is so young, yet he is a Golden Core cultivator?

He was somewhat jealous. If he had cultivated the immortal path since childhood and had such cultivation when he was the same age as Li Wushou, then he should have been able to stay in the Immortal Mountain back then, right?

Li Wushou was also somewhat surprised by the High Priest's insight.

He found no trace of cultivation within the Luotou clan, yet this high priest could actually speak of the Golden Core Domain? A thought flashed through Li Wushou's mind as he recalled the ancestral god's question earlier.

It seems this is related to the Immortal Mountain where the Grand Priest sought enlightenment in his childhood.

Have you ever heard of Mount Bulao?

Li Wushou, drawing his attention into the Three Immortals Pavilion, asked the old beggar and Chen Gou'er a question. Chen Gou'er shook his head first, followed by the old beggar. Li Wushou wanted to ask again, but Chen Gou'er, somewhat impatiently, asked:
"Li Wushou, when are we going to kill this big chicken head?"

The old beggar rolled his eyes and slapped Chen Gou'er on the head.

"That's the High Priest, what's with the big chicken head?"

Chen Gou'er bared his teeth, glaring at the old beggar, and replied:

"Who cares about the rooster or the rooster's head? When are we going to kill him?"

As he spoke, saliva began to drip from the corner of his mouth; he was so hungry.

"Get ready now!"

Li Wushou was also speechless when he saw Chen Gou'er's appearance. He gave an order, regained his composure, and looked at the High Priest.

When the High Priest saw that Li Wushou remained silent but revealed a smug smile after he finished asking his question, an unnamed fire was ignited in his heart.

"Even if it's a Golden Core cultivator, so what? You'll still die today!"

With a furious roar, the illusory image of the High Priest's body above his head rustled, and the scene of heaven and earth changed drastically in an instant, as the divine realm suddenly descended.

Li Wushou's pupils contracted, the gray haze before his eyes vanished, and the world instantly became clear.

Alone atop the mountain, he stood a long sword in hand, gazing at the blue sky and white clouds, muttering something under his breath. Then, suddenly, he held the sword horizontally against his neck, ready to sever the head and send it flying.

"Is this the scene of the Luotou clan's ancestor becoming an immortal after his head was severed?"

Li Wushou looked up at the sky and murmured softly.

This divine realm was indeed the most realistic one he had ever seen. At this moment, he felt as if he had truly transformed into the ancestor of the Luotou clan.

His mind kept telling him that as long as he cut off his own head, he could become an immortal.

But his vision was clear; the god's claws beneath his feet extended to his neck.

The god inside the belly hovered above its head with its mouth wide open, waiting for the god beneath its feet to cut off its head and then swallow it whole.

It's a wonderful feeling to see two different worlds presented by one's own mind and perspective.

Li Wushou took a deep breath, his chest bulging, and then he exhaled a cloud of mist, the scene before him dissipating like a mirage.

Gazing at the gods beneath his feet and within his belly who had already rushed towards him, Li Wushou remained unmoved. Suddenly, he formed a hand seal in front of his chest and then let out a loud shout:
"The seeds we've planted for so long should have sprouted by now!"

“Crack! Crack!!”

Li Wushou's loud shout echoed on the mountaintop platform. The High Priest was stunned. He had not yet recovered from the fact that Li Wushou had suddenly broken free from the divine realm when he heard a series of slight cracking sounds coming from within his body.

The high priest's expression changed drastically, and he quickly looked at the two gods.

Several cracks quietly appeared between the brows of the god within the belly. In the blink of an eye, a sapling broke through the brow and sprouted out, stretching out its tender buds contentedly.

The tender shoot had a faint aura, but it was extremely tenacious, and it happened to grow within the High Priest's Divine Control Talisman.

The rampant growth of roots and trunk shattered the patterns of the divine talisman, and the same was true for the god within the belly, as was the god beneath the feet.

"buzzing"

The void hummed softly as the High Priest's control over the two gods abruptly broke, and his aura suddenly became chaotic.

"Damn it! What is this?"

The High Priest was shocked and shouted. He had seen Li Wushou plant trees, but he still couldn't see when the other party had done it. Could it have been those punches just now?

Li Wushou had no intention of answering. A golden light flashed between his brows, and a low mountain suddenly descended onto the platform, pushing aside the Grand Priest's enormous tree-canopy avatar.

Li Wushou stood in the void and said softly:

"Since there's no good feast at the grand sacrificial banquet, we'll have to cook for ourselves. Let's eat!"

I'm thinking of changing my name to either "Strange Immortal" or "Crazy Immortal God Strange". Which one do you think is better?

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