Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

"Want to leave now? Too late!"

The Fire Source sneered. Having just activated the power of the laws, the Zhenyuan Nail within his body immediately erupted with dazzling blood light, frantically devouring his remaining life force.

The pain caused his whole body to convulse violently, but the murderous intent in his eyes only increased.

"Chains of Purgatory, bind!"

As his dry voice fell, countless chains burning with black flames suddenly appeared in the void surrounding the altar.

These chains seemed to have eyes, piercing through the barriers of space at an incredible speed, instantly binding Xuan Gu Shangren and Qian Du Lao Nu.

"Ah! My primordial spirit!"

Master Xuangu let out a piercing scream.

The black flames didn't burn his skeletal body at all; instead, they penetrated his bones and scorched the wisp of primordial spirit fire hidden within his skull.

"You old dog, I'll fight you to the death!"

Seeing no hope of escape, Xuan Gu Shangren, a ruthless character, instantly transformed the fear in his eyes into a frenzied viciousness.

"Bone explodes!"

Without hesitation, he detonated his life-bound bone elixir, which he had painstakingly cultivated for two thousand years.

"boom!"

A devastating, pale green storm of destruction suddenly erupted in the square.

How terrifying is the self-destruction of a cultivator at the half-step Void Refinement level? Even the law chains laid down by the Fire Source Main Body were blasted apart in several places at this moment.

The destructive shockwave slammed into the altar, and the Fire Source itself was hit hard. Three of its ribs broke instantly, and a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out.

"Damn madman!" Fire Source himself cursed.

Meanwhile, taking advantage of the brief respite gained by Xuan Gu Shangren's self-destruction, Qian Du Lao Nu bit her tongue and spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling black poisonous blood.

"A myriad of poisons devour the heart!"

The poisonous blood transformed into countless tiny, invisible poisonous insects in mid-air, frantically burrowing into the body of the Fire Source through the wounds that had been blasted open.

"court death!"

The Fire Source True Body trembled with rage. He, a dignified Void Refinement expert, had actually been driven to this point by a few half-step Void Refinement ants.

"The sun is falling!"

Ignoring the rampant poison within his body, he forcefully squeezed out the last trace of the fundamental law from the depths of his dantian.

In mid-air, a dark golden sun, no bigger than a millstone yet condensed to its fullest extent, suddenly appeared. Without the slightest hesitation, this sun locked onto the Thousand Poison Old Woman and crashed down with overwhelming force.

"No!"

The old woman's desperate screams came to an abrupt end in the blazing sunlight.

The extreme heat was so intense that even screams could be instantly vaporized. In a mere half-breath, this renowned poison master, along with her prized poison mist, was burned to ashes and scattered by the wind.

In less than half an incense stick's time, of the four half-step Void Refinement cultivators, two died and one self-destructed!

The entire square was utterly silent.

"Cough cough cough..."

The Fire Source itself coughed violently, each cough accompanied by a large amount of black, poisonous blood spilling out. Its aura had weakened to an extreme, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

The five Zhenyuan nails on his body had deeply pierced his bone marrow due to his continuous use of the power of the laws, and the backlash from the seal caused him unbearable pain.

However, amidst this mess, a very faint sound suddenly came from under a pile of rubble not far from the altar.

"Splash..."

The rubble was slowly pushed aside, and a figure dressed in a tattered white robe struggled to crawl out.

It was indeed the Ghost-Faced Scholar!

At this moment, he was no longer the gentle and refined man he once was. The bronze demon mask on his face had shattered in two, revealing a pale, bloodshot face beneath.

His left arm was severed at the root, and there was a charred, bloody hole the size of a bowl in his chest, through which you could even see his faintly beating heart.

In the chaotic battle just now, he managed to survive the annihilation of the Fire Source's true form by using that strange ghost-faced magic weapon to take his own life.

But he was exhausted and on the verge of death from severe injuries.

The Fire Source itself shifted its deep-set eyes slightly, its eerie green gaze falling upon the Ghost-Faced Scholar.

"Oh? So even an ant survived." The voice of the Fire Source True Body was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed, revealing a deep weariness.

The masked scholar clutched the bloody hole in his chest, staggering back two steps, his eyes filled with wariness and fear. He knew that even a severely injured and dying Void Refinement Old Monster was far beyond his current strength to contend with.

However, to his surprise, the Fire Source itself did not immediately kill him.

The Fire Source slowly withdrew its gaze, raised its head, looked at the empty dome, and suddenly sneered.

"Ghostwood! You little beast, have you had enough of hiding in the shadows and watching the show?!"

This sudden, angry shout echoed through the empty ruins, making the remaining stone pillars tremble.

The masked scholar shuddered, his eyes widened, and a storm raged in his heart.

"Ghostwood? Who is Ghostwood?"

But in the next instant, his quick-thinking mind immediately understood everything.

From the very beginning, outside the spatial turbulence barrier, there was that inexplicable safety gap.

Later, they entered the restricted area without any obstacles, and didn't even encounter a single monster blocking their way.

He suspected then that a pair of eyes were silently guiding them in the darkness.

Now, the words of the Fire Source itself have completely confirmed his conjecture!

"Someone let us in on purpose! Someone is using us to kill someone!" The masked scholar's heart pounded, and an unprecedented chill enveloped his entire body.

What terrified him even more than facing the source of the fire was the mastermind who had been hiding in the shadows, watching them fight to the death and kill each other, yet never revealing a single flaw!

The Fire Source itself ignored the Ghost-Faced Scholar's shock. Staring intently at the void, it roared through gritted teeth:

"You cunning little brat! I'm already at my wit's end, and I've slaughtered four half-step Void Refinement cultivators, leaving only one crippled! Aren't you even a little bit tempted?"

"The fundamental laws within me, the ancient immortal destiny on this altar, and these four storage bags left behind by half-step Void Refinement cultivators! Come out now, and all of these are yours!"

"You're too cautious! As cautious as a rat that can't stand the light of day! Even at this point, you're still holding back from making a move!"

The voice of the Fire Source True Being was filled with resentment, anger, and a hint of barely concealed frustration.

He set up this scheme, risking the depletion of his remaining lifespan and essence, all to force out that sword cultivator who understood the laws of space.

He had calculated the greed in people's hearts, thinking that as long as he appeared weak enough and the temptation on the ground was great enough, that person would definitely not be able to resist making a move.

But he was wrong.

That guy named Guimu is incredibly cautious to an outrageous degree!