Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 447 Sun
When Lin Jiang opened his eyes, he was already floating again in that vast expanse of the Boundary Sea.

He first glanced at the coffin below and noticed that it was covered by a layer of dark mist.

This layer of dark mist enveloped the entire coffin, as if it were covered with a layer of glue.

It seems that it was this thing that gave the entire coffin a starry sky-like appearance.

He looked into the distance and saw that the hole behind the coffin was getting closer and closer, and it seemed that it was about to touch the coffin.

Lin Jiang composed himself.

He quickly found the palace not far away.

When Lin Jiang first arrived here, his cultivation level was far from sufficient, making it difficult for him to float directly to that palace using magical means. Now, however, his cultivation level is completely different from before, and clouds and smoke rise directly from beneath his feet, propelling him straight towards that direction.

When Lin Jiang arrived at the huge palace, he discovered that it was surrounded by something that looked like bubbles.

As Lin Jiang squeezed into the bubble, he felt the pressure from the Boundary Sea instantly disappear.

He was looking straight ahead.

The entire palace was spotless, but there was no one in sight.

The place felt like a dead place; Lin Jiang felt as if he were standing on a corpse.

Following the manual given to him by Yu Chang, Lin Jiang walked slowly forward and soon found the huge tree.

The tree is similar to the one with the coffin hanging below, except that what's hanging above isn't a coffin, but two "spheres," one bright and one dark.

The bright one is naturally the sun, and the dark one is naturally the moon.

Lin Jiang let out a long sigh of relief, and then placed his hand on the tree.

As his Qi surged into it, a booming sound slowly rose from the tree.

Gradually, Lin Jiang could feel the surrounding temperature beginning to rise.

Once the position was adjusted to be almost right, Lin Jiang let go of the hand and went directly to the outermost part of the palace.

Outside the palace, a gigantic sphere, almost obscuring the sky, was suspended there.

The entire sphere emitted an extremely dazzling light, and when Lin Jiang approached, even his body felt intensely hot.

This is the sun of this world.

A top-tier "magic weapon" capable of radiating light across the entire land.

This time, whether it can drive away the darkness that shrouds the coffin depends on it.

Lin Jiang opened his arms, and his Qi flowed outward from his body, wrapping around the star.

……

Zhao Liulang hovered in mid-air, with several huge black pills floating around him. The pills spun around in Zhao Liulang's hand and then shot forward.

No freedom!
The most powerful method of killing in this world.

If it were just a regular star-pointing attack, it would be torn to shreds by Wu Zizai, and he wouldn't even be able to use his body transformation technique before his body and soul would perish.

It is said that it takes three people of the same level to kill a Star Pointer, but for someone with Zhao Liulang's skill, he alone is enough to become a killing star on the battlefield, causing a whole group of Star Pointers to collapse.

However, these black pills that flew out stopped abruptly when they landed next to the handsome Taoist.

The Taoist priest observed the black pills with great interest:

"Sending physical objects to the depths of the Boundary Sea is a rather powerful teleportation technique, but it's a pity it's not quite there yet."

After speaking, the Taoist casually made a light tap on it.

The strongest killing move that Zhao Liulang could unleash vanished into thin air in an instant, leaving not even a trace.

Immediately afterwards, the Taoist reached out and gently pinched the starry sky, and a stream of light flowing with seven colors appeared in his palm.

It looked as if he had cut a piece of cloth from the horizon.

He threw the cloth directly in Zhao Liulang's direction. The cloth, which was originally only the size of a palm, expanded rapidly at a visible speed, and in the blink of an eye, it almost turned into a cage that covered the sky.

Zhao Liulang frowned.

The method before me was almost oppressive, as if I wouldn't care even if it hit me.

But for some reason, a deep sense of unease welled up inside him.

He simply soared into the air, trying to dodge the attack.

However, Zhao Liulang soon discovered that the speed of his flight was far slower than the speed at which the cloth was growing larger, and in the blink of an eye, a large area of ​​stars enveloped him.

Just as Zhao Liulang frowned, pondering whether to force a breakthrough, a whisk suddenly drifted over from not far away.

The whisk directly enveloped Zhao Liulang, and with a backward motion, Zhao Liulang was carried away from the range of the stars.

The area enveloped by the stars suddenly shrank, and in the blink of an eye, it became the size of a palm again.

The Taoist looked up and saw an old Taoist riding a donkey in the sky not far away, with Zhao Liulang being carried by the whisk in the old Taoist's hand.

Zhao Liulang's current posture was somewhat uncomfortable, but after all, he was a child-like person, so even being wrapped up didn't feel too out of place.

He also turned his head slightly and glanced at the old Taoist priest:
"Didn't you say you wouldn't concern yourself with worldly affairs, you old codger?"

"I saved you, and you're still grumbling about me." The old Taoist shook his head helplessly. "An immortal has descended to earth here. If I hadn't come out, I'm afraid I would have died on the spot in two days." "You do have some self-awareness."

Zhao Liulang chuckled.

After exchanging a few words, their gazes both fell on the Taoist priest at the bottom.

The Taoist priest glanced at the two of them, then at the army not far away, and couldn't help but sigh:
"I have no intention of indiscriminate killing, Emperor of Daxing. You are indeed a hero among men, and few in this world can surpass you. But if I may be frank, your cultivation is still too shallow; you have only just touched the threshold of enlightenment, and even..."

As he finished speaking, he casually waved his hand behind him.

The seven-colored liquid that was quietly approaching the Taoist in the distance instantly solidified on the spot, turning into a crystal, and then suddenly shattered.

The seven-colored clouds and mist merged back into the moonlit sky. Behind the clouds and mist, the Imperial Advisor clutched his chest and coughed twice.

The Taoist priest turned his head to look at the other person's large bald head:
"Among those present, the ones with the deepest cultivation are only this bald man and that fellow Daoist over there."

None of them looked too good.

The National Preceptor's seven-colored liquid flow is called "Seven-Colored Treasure Source," which is essentially a method of unleashing the mixed energy of his seven emotions.

Each of the seven emotions corresponds to a color, and when mixed together, they naturally form seven colors.

It is impossible to achieve such an effect by relying solely on one person's seven emotions, but the Grand Preceptor is backed by Daxing, and the power of everyone in Daxing can assist the Grand Preceptor.

It was precisely because of this that the Imperial Advisor was able to withstand three or four calamities on his own at that time.

but,
This method was easily countered by the opponent with a flick of their finger.

Just now, the Imperial Advisor could clearly sense a subtle change in his connection with Daxing.

It was as if Daxing had turned into a desolate wasteland in that instant, becoming a battlefield inhabited only by the dead.

Without the support behind him, the effectiveness of the National Preceptor's methods was naturally greatly reduced.

The Imperial Advisor stared at the Taoist priest with a gloomy expression. The Taoist priest clearly understood what the Imperial Advisor was thinking. He gently shook his head and said:
"Don't stare at me like that. I didn't destroy your country. I just tied your magic to sixty-seven years ago, when the Great Xing you were in was being conquered by you. How could there have been anyone there?"

Seeing that no one around him spoke, the Taoist shook his head again.

He put his left index and middle fingers together, placed them near his lips, and gently blew on them.

A gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, swept by. The Imperial Advisor swayed twice and plummeted from the sky to the ground. Zhao Liulang, standing some distance away, also looked unwell, nearly falling as well.

Among the many stars below, a large section is tilted and leaning precariously.

Gong Xuan looked around blankly.

He himself felt absolutely no unusual sensation.

The Taoist priest, as if out of kindness, explained softly:
"Most of you have attained enlightenment through the Way of Heaven, which means you have attained enlightenment through me. Are you using my methods to fight me?"

With a casual movement, he collected seventy to eighty percent of the cultivation levels of the Star-level cultivators present.

These people, who are supposed to be capable of handling things on their own, are now being manipulated at will.

"Here's what I'll do. I'll give you a chance. You all go to Daxing now and try to gather as many people as possible in the imperial city. I'll then uproot that city and send it to the Boundary Sea. There's a palace in the Boundary Sea; you can use that palace to leave this place. This way, you can leave behind the embers of your power, and I can return to my physical body. How about that?"

"Pooh!"

Zhao Liulang spat:
"To live half a life and then lose the world is truly shameful! Unless you take my life, there's no point in talking!"

"Alas," the Taoist sighed helplessly, "Knowing you have no chance of winning, why be so persistent?"

Zhao Liulang gritted his teeth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

There's nothing wrong with what they said.

Their levels of understanding are too far apart.

Zhao Liulang felt completely empty, as if he had returned to the body of a wild village boy from long ago.

What can he do now?
So, should we really listen to this person's advice and only live a small portion of the life?
Zhao Liulang was unwilling to accept this.

He devoted his entire life to his studies, but ultimately achieved nothing in the eyes of the immortals.

He closed his eyes, unsure of what to do.

Seeing Zhao Liulang like this, the Taoist priest shook his head.

He stretched out his finger, pointing it in Zhao Liulang's direction, intending to take his life directly.

However, at that very moment, the Taoist suddenly sensed something.

He looked up at the starry sky, his brows furrowed.

With his eyes closed, Zhao Liulang felt a strange heat emanating from the top of his head.

As the heat appeared, Zhao Liulang suddenly felt his cultivation slowly returning to his body.

He looked up in utter shock, gazing up at the sky.

Suddenly, it was discovered that a large portion of the vast expanse of stars that covered the sky had vanished at that moment.

And in that void
He saw something familiar.

sun!

The sun actually came down from the sky!
How is this going? !
(End of this chapter)