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

"Tap...tap..."

The avatar moved very slowly, and the sound of each step on the gravel was particularly jarring in the deathly silent square.

Hundred Zhang...

Fifty feet...

Ten zhang...

The incarnation walked down the steps of the altar.

His left hand was loosely clenched at his waist, and the gray-white sword intent around him flickered uncertainly.

Climb the steps.

The avatar finally arrived before the true form of the Fire Source.

Upon closer inspection, the Fire Source's true form appeared extremely gruesome in death. Its withered skin clung tightly to its bones, its eyes were closed, and two lines of murky "old tears" remained on its face. There was no breath, no heartbeat, and not even a trace of spiritual fluctuation could be detected.

A real, unmistakable corpse.

The avatar stood still, looking down at the true source of fire with a cold gaze, remaining there for a full dozen breaths.

Finally, the transformation moved.

He slowly extended his right hand, past the withered hand of the Fire Source True Body hanging by his side, and reached for the bulging storage bag at his waist.

One foot...

One inch...

Just as the avatar's fingertips were about to touch the edge of the storage bag at the critical moment!

A sudden change has occurred!

"boom!!!"

A terrifyingly powerful and violent force of the Void Refining Law, capable of tearing the heavens apart, suddenly erupted from the body of that "corpse" without warning!

This force was so strong that it instantly created countless black cracks in the space around the altar!

The Fire Source, which had been keeping its eyes tightly closed, suddenly opened them!

Where were the dim sparks in his eye sockets? In their place were two ghostly green flames, as dazzling as the sun, burning with endless madness and resentment!

"Whoosh!"

His right hand, which had been withered and powerless and hanging limply at his side, suddenly burst forth with a speed that surpassed lightning!

Before the avatar could react at all, the withered hand, like an iron clamp, had already gripped the avatar's neck tightly, lifting it into the air like a chick!

"Got you!!! I've finally got you!!!"

The face of the Fire Source True Being, which should have been "dead," was now filled with an extremely twisted and perverse ecstasy!

He opened his gaping maw, which was filled with black blood, and let out a hysterical, deafening laugh.

"Hahahaha! Ghost Wood! You cunning rat, you've finally fallen into my hands!"

At this moment, where was the Fire Source True Being's desolation and compassion before death?

He was like a demon that had just crawled out of the deepest hell, radiating a nauseating malice.

Because he forcefully used his last bit of power, the five Zhenyuan nails had completely pierced through his bones, emitting a series of teeth-grinding grinding sounds.

But he no longer cares!

He has completely gone mad!

"Do you really think I'd pass on my mantle to you? Do you really think I'd shed those hypocritical tears?"

The true form of Fire Source stared intently at the avatar he had pinned in mid-air, his eyes gleaming with an extreme sense of satisfaction at his successful revenge.

"You're clever; you didn't come out immediately. But I'm more patient than you! I severed my own life force, dissipated all my pressure, and even deliberately guided the Zhenyuan Nail to pierce my heart to create the illusion of death!"

"I exhausted my last ounce of lifespan, just to wait for your irresistible outstretched hand!"

"As long as I touch your physical body..." The Fire Source's laughter grew increasingly shrill and piercing, "Even if this physical body of mine is completely destroyed, I can instantly unleash the 'Heavenly Demon Body-Seizing Technique,' rush into your sea of ​​consciousness, and devour your soul!"

"The spatial aura emanating from you belongs to me! The secrets within you belong to me! This perfect physical body of yours also belongs to me! I will use your body to live a second life and escape this damned prison!"

"Now, obediently offer your body to me! Give it to me, I'll take it!!!"

With a deafening roar, blood-red light erupted from the Fire Source's brow!

He actually abandoned the physical body of his original self that had been sealed and tormented for three thousand years, and transformed his remaining but extremely condensed Void Refining Divine Soul into a jet-black spike. He then used the arm that was gripping the avatar's neck to smash it into the avatar's sea of ​​consciousness between the eyebrows with overwhelming force!

This was his final, meticulously planned and patiently executed strike!

It's a deadly possession attack that even a god couldn't save you from!

however……

The anticipated pleasure of devouring souls did not come.

The expected resistance from the sea of ​​consciousness did not materialize.

Even the warmth of fresh blood is absent.

The moment the dark, sharp divine soul spike of the Fire Source True Body surged forth from the center of its brow, unstoppable.

He felt as if he had punched a ball of cotton, and the punch went right through him.

Empty.

There was nothing inside! No sea of ​​consciousness, no origin of the soul, only a wisp of extremely weak spirit, which dissipated the moment it came into contact with his power of possession!

"What... what's going on?"

The Fire Source's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped, and a trace of confusion flashed in its eerie green eyes.

Just then, the ghost tree whose neck he was tightly gripping suddenly lowered its head slowly.

On that cold, stern face, an extremely stiff and eerie mocking smile appeared.

Although no sound was made, the expression seemed to say, "You old sly dog!"

next second.

"puff!"

A very faint sound of a balloon deflating echoed across the altar.

The perfect prey in Huoyuan's hands, which exuded the spiritual pressure of the late-stage Nascent Soul realm, contained pure sword intent, and even allowed him to feel body temperature, instantly turned into a wisp of bluish-black smoke right under his nose!

The smoke dissipated.

The Fire Source's own withered hands, which were like iron pincers, were empty; there was no physical body left.

All that was left was a crumpled piece of yellow paper, covered with crooked runes and even a little mud.

Paper figures.

That was just a paper puppet with a trace of blood essence attached to it!

A gentle breeze blew by, and the tattered yellow paper slipped from between his stiff fingers, floating shakily onto the cold stone slab of the altar.

Quiet.

A deathly silence once again enveloped the entire Blackstone Square.

The Fire Source itself remained frozen in place, still in that neck-grabbing, raised position.

The will-o'-the-wisps in his eye sockets trembled violently as he stared intently at the paper figure on the ground, his mind completely shutting down at that moment.

"Paper...paper doll?"

"puppet?"

An extremely dry, distorted voice squeezed out from between his punctuated teeth.

The Fire Source's body began to tremble uncontrollably, from its fingertips to its arms and then its entire body.

A huge contrast!

One second he thought he had a perfect plan, had endured to the extreme, and had finally succeeded in turning the tables, about to possess another body and be reborn to reach the pinnacle of life.

The next second, cruel reality slapped him hard across the face.

Tell him that he used up his last bit of lifespan, abandoned his physical body, and activated a deadly body-snatching technique, all for the sake of crushing a piece of paper?

An unprecedented sense of humiliation, frustration, anger, and absurdity erupted in his chest as if tens of thousands of volcanoes were erupting at the same time!

He was played!

He, a powerful cultivator in the Void Refinement stage, was completely manipulated like a monkey by a junior in the late Nascent Soul stage using a lowly paper puppet!

Even his last bit of pitiful self-esteem and trump card were ruthlessly trampled into mud by the other party!