Mortal: From a Chaotic Star Sea to a True Immortal

Feeling his true essence and magical power rapidly draining away, Wei Fang quickly took out a few spirit pills and swallowed them.

He had witnessed firsthand the terrifying power of a formation composed of a complete set of magical artifacts.

Putting everything else aside, the sheer amount of energy required is beyond what most people can afford.

"Fellow Daoist, you forcibly wielded such a powerful treasure; it must have caused you considerable depletion. Be careful not to damage your vital essence and cause your cultivation to plummet."

The man in black robes took out a black flag and spoke to Wei Fang with a sarcastic tone.

"You make a good point."

After being reminded by him, Wei Fang remembered and quickly took out a bottle of the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Liquid that had been diluted with the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk.

He gulped it down.

"Now you don't have to worry."

He had never used this thing after he got it; it had been in his storage bag for almost a hundred years.

Upon seeing this scene, the young man in black robes, though unaware of what miraculous medicine Wei Fang had taken, still turned pale.

After dodging another beating, he hastily said one sentence

"You actually held back on the battlefield that day."

"Very well, then I'll show you the power of the Yinluo Sect's Ghost Banner."

"You'll regret this."

As he spoke, he activated the small banner and swallowed a mouthful of his essence blood.

The black mist on the banner completely enveloped the man; it was an unknown supernatural power. Even the flying needles failed to hit him.

The dragon passed through nothingness as if it had caused it no harm whatsoever.

As this person moved, a strong gust of cold wind swept through the Seven Star Formation. The howls of vengeful ghosts and vengeful spirits echoed endlessly.

Soon, the evil spirits and skeletons in the banner appeared one after another.

However, these ghosts and monsters didn't receive the same treatment as him.

Those with slightly lower cultivation levels were scattered into Yin energy by the omnipresent needle shadows throughout the entire space before they could even take shape.

Seeing that he couldn't do anything to Wei Fang, this man became ruthless.

The main spirit of this banner was summoned.

"This is the Ghost Banner? It is indeed extremely strange."

"However, there is one thing I don't know."

"Why did my Emperor's Banner end up in your hands? And why is it given such an unpleasant name as the Ghost Banner?"

Seeing that this person had used all his tricks, Wei Fang immediately released the Zhiyang Bird from his spirit beast pouch.

This is because the Zhiyang Bird's appearance changed drastically after advancing to level seven.

The young man in black robes was momentarily unable to recognize the spirit bird.

Two falcon-like fat sunbirds were surrounded by red flames.

They soared into the sky in a flash, circling around him outside the great formation. Their eyes shone with barely concealed delight.

With two clear and high-pitched cries, half of the sinister aura emanating from the Ghost Banner was dispelled in an instant.

"What formidable supernatural power! And what kind of mythical beast is this bird?"

Before the man could even be surprised, the two fat sun birds flapped their wings.

In an instant, they arrived before the main soul summoned by this person.

After a dazzling display of light flashed across the main body of the Ghost Banner, cracks and shimmering light began to appear.

It's about to break.

The two birds returned to mid-air, opened their mouths wide, and inhaled. The Yin Soul Master transformed into streams of pure Yin energy, which were then absorbed into their bellies.

"No!"

A heart-wrenching scream.

It turned out that the Ghost Banner, having lost its main soul, had greatly reduced its power, and several cracks had appeared on the banner.

Even the various mystical effects it had previously emitted have all disappeared.

Without the protection of the black mist, the black-robed youth was completely enveloped by the black-gold dragon in less than a few breaths.

After the dragon circled once, the man suffered the pain of being pierced by a thousand needles.

Even the nascent soul was being punctured and leaked.

Without a word, the dragon-man transformed from the artifact spirit grabbed the storage bag and threw it to Wei Fang.

After searching the soul

Seeing that there was no possibility of the person making a comeback, Wei Fang had an idea.

The dragon's whiskers instantly scattered into countless flying needle phantoms, returning to the Giant Gate star position like swallows returning to their nests.

In a few breaths, the jade plate shrank back to the size of a palm and returned to Wei Fang's dantian.

After finishing, Wei Fang let out a breath of stale air.

Only then did he have time to look around.

Seeing that the summit had been destroyed beyond recognition, they simply set it ablaze to burn away all the damage.

Then, the Little Rain Cloud spell brought life back to the place.

It shouldn't be long before this place is as lush as it once was.

"Is Fairy Nangong alright? Was there anything amiss in your previous encounter with this person?"

Nangong Wan looked at Wei Fang with a complicated expression, but bowed and said, "I am fine, thank you for your concern, Brother Wei."

"I never expected that even with this person's methods, he couldn't hold out against Brother Wei for long. This time, I have truly broadened my horizons."

Wei Fang laughed and said, "It's just a little trick, nothing as exaggerated as the fairy makes it out to be."

"It's simply that this person's demonic cultivation techniques are exactly what I, Wei, can counter. It might not have been so easy for anyone else."

Wei Fang looked at the few cracks on the Ghost Banner and then used his divine sense to probe into the inside of the banner.

Although there were many evil spirits there, they all looked listless and dispirited.

It seems that the destruction of the main soul greatly reduced the power of this treasure.

"Hmph, just a mere main soul."

Wei Fang sneered inwardly; he still had the essence of a corpse demon in his possession.

What could be more ferocious than this thing?

After making up his mind, he decided to find a time to refine it into the new main soul of this treasure.

Wei Fang and Nangong Wan waited there for a while.

Cheng Tiankun flew over from a distance, his face filled with anxiety.

"Junior Brother Wei, Sister Nangong, are you both alright? What about that demonic villain?"

After speaking, he released his divine sense to survey his surroundings.

After bowing, Nangong Wan explained, "That person was killed by Brother Wei a moment ago. His body is no longer there."

"Oh!" Cheng Tiankun exclaimed in surprise.

The three of them then transformed into streaks of light and flew towards the Luoyun Sect, exchanging details of the matter along the way.

After this incident, the Luoyun Sect was not in a state of panic.

But they also became wary and tense.

Wei Fang estimated that the Yinluo Sect probably wouldn't have the time to send anyone over to cause trouble again.

The black-robed youth had come here on his own initiative because he coveted Han Li's Golden Thunder Bamboo magic weapon.

Wanting to cross the grasslands from the Great Jin Dynasty, the Nine Kingdoms Alliance and other spheres of influence quietly came knocking on their door.

Unless the sect leader himself comes here.

The three great cultivators of Tiannan were not just for show, and the Supreme Master of the Righteous Path Alliance was not that far from Xi Kingdom.

The three great cultivators should be quite interested in ganging up on a Grandmaster cultivator at the Yuanhou level.

After this experiment

Although Wei Fang did not use his full power with his natal magic weapon, he was still able to completely overwhelm the cultivators from the Primordial Era.

Trapping and killing the black-robed youth, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, wouldn't be a big problem.

It should be able to hold out against late-stage cultivators for a short while.

This greatly pleased him. All his previous hard work had not been in vain.

It was worth it for him to collect all sorts of rare and precious spiritual items along the way to enhance this treasure.

After waiting for another ten days or so, Han Li and Lü Luo led the remaining disciples back to the mountain gate.

Everyone celebrated for a while.

This also officially signifies that the Nine Nations Alliance trip has come to a complete end.

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