Ghost Immortal

Qiulan followed closely behind.

She sat cross-legged on the ground, her hands forming a mudra, desperately circulating the little spiritual power she had to resist the vortex's pull.

However, her cultivation level was too low, and the rate at which her spiritual energy was consumed could not keep up with the rate at which it was being drained. A deathly aura, ashen and lifeless, had already appeared on her face.

Lei Jian and the Taoist priest with four eyebrows were in slightly better condition, but they could only barely protect themselves.

Lei Jian pieced the broken Bagua mirror back together, activated the remaining runes on the mirror with his essence blood, and set up a small innate Bagua array around himself to isolate the vortex's suction force.

The Taoist priest with four eyebrows then stuck the peach wood sword in front of him, and all the talismans on the sword burned, forming a golden light shield that protected him.

Only Li Feng remained standing still.

It wasn't because he was unaffected by the vortex; on the contrary, he was the one most severely affected by the suction force within the formation.

As a sacrifice to the hell of gut-pulling, the suction force of the great formation on him was several times that of others.

His spiritual energy was rapidly draining away, the flame at the tip of his spiritual root was growing weaker and weaker, and he was almost too weak to even stand.

After seeing Zhang Xuanye's true primordial spirit exposed, Gao Feng finally broke free from the last branch binding him.

The upside-down Bodhi tree had collapsed more than halfway, and the remaining branches had lost most of the support of the primordial spirit, becoming extremely fragile.

Gao Feng concentrated the demonic energy on his arms, causing all the scales on his arms to stand up. The dark golden demonic energy surging from the gaps in the scales burned like flames.

He grabbed the two branches wrapped around his waist with both hands, and with his ten fingers he crushed the branches.

Fragments flew through the air as the peak broke free from the branches and roared to the sky.

The demonic energy within him was not drained; instead, the stimulation he received at the brink of life and death unleashed a deeper level of potential.

The iron-gray scales were all spread out, and the dark gold patterns at the bottom of the scales flowed like lava, making the whole person look like a demon god emerging from lava.

He pushed off the ground with both legs, causing the ground beneath his feet to explode, and he was launched into the sky.

This time, he no longer used his fists, but instead concentrated all the demonic energy in his body into his right arm, causing the muscles in his right arm to swell to twice their normal size.

The ghostly flames covering his arm compressed into a thin line.

So fine that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, only the thickness of a needle tip, but the color of the flame had transcended the pale green, becoming an extremely deep dark green.

He used his right arm as a spear and stabbed at Zhang Xuanye's primordial spirit body at top speed.

The arm pierced the chest of the primordial spirit's true form, and the dark green fire thread drilled into the primordial spirit's interior.

The primordial spirit's true form is composed of pure primordial spirit power, and ordinary attacks cannot harm it in the slightest. However, the Netherworld Ghost Fire is specifically designed to counter all Yin-attribute powers.

The fire exploded inside the primordial spirit's true form, transforming into countless tiny sparks. Each spark was a seed of ghostly fire, taking root and sprouting within the power of the primordial spirit, burning wildly.

Zhang Xuanye's primordial spirit collapsed from his chest.

The collapse was extremely rapid, spreading from the chest to the shoulders, from the shoulders to the arms, from the arms to the waist and abdomen, and from the waist and abdomen to the legs.

The entire ten-zhang-tall primordial spirit body completely disintegrated in less than ten breaths, turning into countless black fragments that fell from the sky.

Zhang Xuanye's true form fell out of the fragments and crashed to the ground.

He was no longer the handsome young Taoist priest; his skin was now dry and black, his hair was gray and sparse, and his body was hunched over like that of an old man in his twilight years.

His primordial spirit was destroyed, and his primordial spirit was severely damaged. The youthful appearance that he had maintained with the power of his primordial spirit could no longer hold on, revealing his true appearance.

It turned out to be an old monster who had lived for over two hundred years and whose physical body was already decayed and rotten.

But he wasn't dead yet; he braced himself on the ground with his hands and struggled to stand up.

He was muttering incoherent words, and you could only make out a few words if you listened carefully.

"There's still a chance, there's still a chance..."

He raised his head, his cloudy eyes staring at Li Feng.

He suddenly burst into laughter like a madman.

"You're right. I dare not admit it. I dare not admit that I've lived for over two hundred years in vain."

He suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with madness.

"But I am at the Nascent Soul stage. Even if I am severely injured, my Nascent Soul is still my Nascent Soul. Your spiritual root has been burned out, and your cultivation is ruined. What do you have to kill me with?"

Li Feng took a step forward, his body swaying, but he managed to keep his balance and avoid falling.

His spiritual energy was completely exhausted, his dantian was empty, and his ten-inch spiritual root had been burned down to only the last inch, which still had a faint glow.

The ghostly flames had been completely extinguished, leaving not even a trace of fire.

He took out a pill from his pocket.

This pill is neither the Heart-Protecting Pill of the Maoshan Sect nor the Qi-Replenishing Pill of He Xiangu.

It was picked up from next to the corpse of Gu Zhenren.

Before his death, Gu Zhenren drew several runes on the ground with his finger.

Those runes were not the Gu patterns of the Southern Frontier, but the death-saving runes of the Maoshan Sect.

Gu Zhenren and Si Mei Daozhang had been fighting for more than ten years, and Gu Zhenren had become thoroughly familiar with the magic of the Maoshan School.

Before he died, he drew on the ground the method for refining a corpse-dissolving pill for Li Feng at the cost of his own life and soul.

The Corpse-Dissolving Pill is a simplified version of the Corpse-Dissolving Immortal Cultivation Method.

It does not require the Five Elements Guiding Array, nor does it require a wielder with the Taiyin destiny.

All that is needed is the complete primordial spirit of a Nascent Soul cultivator as a medicinal catalyst, plus a willingly sacrificed life soul as a furnace, to forcibly complete a corpse dissolution in a very short time.

Gu Zhenren used his own life essence to create a furnace.

In his final moments before death, his soul transformed into a cinnabar fire, refining all the cores of the ghost puppets he had collected at the kiln, condensing them into this Corpse Dissolution Pill.

Zhang Xuanye's primordial spirit was destroyed by Gao Feng, and the shattered fragments of his primordial spirit still linger in the air of the valley.

These fragments are formed from two hundred years of resentment and the power of the primordial spirit, and are the medicinal catalyst needed to complete the final step of the Corpse Dissolution Pill.

Li Feng crushed the Corpse Disintegration Pill and scattered the fragments into the air.

The moment the fragments touched the shards of the primordial spirit, they burst into flames.

The burning flames were transparent and colorless, but the air around them was violently distorted, forming a vortex three zhang in diameter.

The vortex drew all the remaining power of the Five Elements Guiding Array in the valley.

As if summoned, the five-colored mist rose from the ground and converged towards the center of the vortex.

The remains of the upside-down Bodhi tree were also swept into the vortex, and the branches and leaves turned into dust in the vortex, merging into the transparent flames.

Li Feng stood in the center of the vortex, transparent flames seeping into his body through every pore of his body.

The flames didn't burn; instead, they were cool and refreshing, like drinking a bowl of ice water on a sweltering summer day, cooling you from your throat down to your internal organs.

After the flames surged into his dantian, they completely enveloped his spiritual root, which had been burned down to its last inch.

The spiritual root trembled violently within the transparent flame.

The tremors grew faster and faster, so fast that Li Feng could hear faint cracking sounds coming from inside his body.

The spiritual root did not shatter; instead, it regenerated amidst the cracking sounds.

The burned spiritual roots will grow back.

It is also longer, thicker, and tougher than before.

The spiritual liquid within Li Feng's dantian re-condensed, spinning wildly to form a vortex.

At the bottom of the vortex, a golden crystal the size of a grain of rice is slowly taking shape.

In the blink of an eye, one reaches the Golden Core stage.

But the effects of the Corpse-Dissolving Pill go far beyond that.

After the golden crystal took shape, it did not stop growing, but continued to absorb the transparent flames that surged into its body.

Crystals the size of rice grains expand to the size of soybeans, then to the size of pigeon eggs, and finally to the size of longans.

A complete golden pill condenses at the bottom of the dantian and slowly rotates.

The surface of the pill was covered with intricate patterns, the shapes of which were exactly the same as the cyan runes that Li Feng had poured into the broken porcelain shards when he ignited his spiritual root, and were also superimposed with the runes of the Netherworld Ghost Fire.

His spiritual root broke through from ten inches to twelve inches.

The Golden Core condenses directly into a physical form, reaching the initial stage of the Golden Core realm.

Moreover, the ghostly flames that had reignited within him were no longer eerie green, but transparent.

It only reveals its blue light when he activates it, like the clearest ray of light before dawn.

Zhang Xuanye stared at the aura emanating from Li Feng, his cloudy eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"You...you used my formation to achieve the Corpse Dissolution Immortal realm?"

His face was filled with disbelief and resentment.

He waited two hundred years, planned for two hundred years, killed countless people for this, and even dismantled his own soul to integrate it into the formation.

In the end, instead of becoming a Corpse-Dissolving Immortal, he became a stepping stone for others to become immortals!

"Thank you."

Li Feng chuckled.