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Join the Server“You dare!!!” Ling Shuangjue’s eyes split as demonic aura erupted from her, struggling against the binding formation. But with a single flash of golden array patterns, all resistance was crushed.
“Peng Lai Celestial Palace… the Sacrificial Altar…” Gu Chang’an enunciated each word with biting cold. “You intend to send us directly before the Radiant Saint Lord?”
“Correct.” Yan Wusheng snapped her fingers, her smile so bright it made one want to punch her.
“The Radiant Saint Lord has prepared for this alchemy for a century. Right now, Peng Lai’s mountain-protecting formation is at maximum—impregnable from the outside. Even if you gathered the combined forces of your three sects, it would take at least ten days to break through.”
“And after ten days, even the flowers would have wilted.”
“So, we need a different approach,” Yan Wusheng said. “Since we can’t open the gate, why not just air-drop straight into her home?”
“At the most critical moment of her alchemy ritual—when she’s merged with the Longevity Cauldron and her mental defenses are weakest—we send her a grand gift.”
“A surprise composed of the world’s strongest sword immortal, demon sovereign, and demon princess.”
“That’s insane.” Ling Shuangjue glanced at her.
“Yan Wusheng!” Yuan Ge cursed furiously. “What do you take us for? Thugs to be discarded after use?!”
“No, no, why would I call you thugs?” Yan Wusheng blinked innocently. “You’re not thugs—you’re the firewood.”
The light of the teleportation array blazed at its peak.
The bodies of the three began to fade, twisted by an irresistible spatial force.
They could feel their souls forcefully connecting to a certain aura on that distant island.
That was… Shen Zhaoqing’s aura!
Yan Wusheng watched their forms about to be swallowed by light, her smile finally fading into cold calm.
She spoke her final words slowly.
“The best firewood should be used when the fire burns brightest.”
As her voice fell, golden light exploded. The entire Guixu Immortal Palace, along with a hundred li of surrounding sea, was devoured by blinding radiance.
When the light faded, the seabed returned to eternal silence.
The palace gate remained open. The Three-Life Stone fragment hovered in place, glowing temptingly.
Gu Chang’an, Ling Shuangjue, and Yuan Ge had vanished without a trace.
Only Yan Wusheng stood alone before the empty palace. She raised her hand, and the Three-Life Stone fragment flew into her palm like a streak of light.
She caressed its warm surface, feeling the causal power flowing within. Her gaze was complex as she murmured to herself.
“Go…”
“Stir up the calm waters. Ignite a great fire.”
Force her, catalyze her, turn her from uncut jade into a sword sharp enough to sever this accursed Heavenly Dao.
“Shen Zhaoqing, my destined tribulation practitioner…”
“Please, don’t disappoint me.”
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Peng Lai Celestial Palace, Sacrificial Altar.
This was the convergence point of the island’s spiritual veins—normally a place of ethereal clouds and dense immortal qi. But now, the white jade plaza suspended over the Eastern Sea was shrouded in frozen slaughter and despair.
Mu Qingli had lost her human form.
She was reverted to her original shape.
A bonsai: a welcoming pine no larger than a palm, charcoal-black with curled leaves?
The bonsai was nailed to the center of the altar by a jade needle flowing with crystalline light. The life-sealing prohibition on the needle prevented even a single root from moving. Her once-invincible transplant spade lay broken and dull beside her.
The Radiant Saint Lord’s move was a targeted dimensional strike.
You’re a plant? Fine, I’ll keep you as a potted plant.
Minimal lethality, maximum humiliation.
On the other side of the altar, Bai Zhileng knelt in bloodstained white robes, bound by golden rune chains. Her Nascent Soul cultivation was completely sealed, rendering her no different from a mortal.
Her face, once perpetually gentle-smiling, was now a mess of tears and blood. Her eyes were fixed on the massive ancient bronze cauldron and the figure about to be thrown in as “medicine.”
“Master… please… stop…”
Her voice was hoarse, broken, pleading.
“Zhileng.”
The Radiant Saint Lord’s voice was as gentle as ever.
She stood before the Longevity Cauldron with hands behind her back, calmly watching the faint, nearly imperceptible aura.
“I taught you that a healer must have a benevolent heart but also decisive judgment.”
“To save more people, for the sect’s ten-thousand-year foundation, sacrificing one is a necessary loss. Your actions today have crossed the taboo of emotion and disturbed your Dao heart.”
She spoke flatly, as if stating the simplest truth—as if the person pinned to the ground wasn’t a living being, and the one bound wasn’t her most beloved disciple.
“Once I refine the Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pill and reverse the Five Declines of Heaven and Man, I will naturally reshape your Dao heart. Then you’ll understand my good intentions.”
These words chilled Bai Zhileng to the bone.
Reshape her Dao heart? Would she still be herself?
That would be a puppet with all emotions erased.
So in her master’s eyes, both Shen Zhaoqing and she were merely tools to be discarded or ‘corrected’ at will.
A bone-deep cold surged from the depths of her heart, freezing even her tears.
The Radiant Saint Lord ignored her disciple’s despair. She could sense the three terrifying auras that had shattered the Guixu restrictions and were approaching rapidly.
Though she didn’t believe anyone could break Peng Lai’s ten-thousand-year mountain-protecting formation, delays bred trouble.
She had to start the cauldron early.
“The time… has come.” She uttered four words softly, then formed hand seals, injecting pure, extreme spiritual power into the Longevity Cauldron!
“Wuuuum—!”
A deep hum, as if from primordial chaos, shook the heavens!
The ancient divine artifact, silent for a millennium, was fully activated!
On the cauldron’s surface, intricate ancient runes lit up one by one, glowing with golden light. They connected, forming a vast, profound vortex-like formation.
The center of the formation pointed directly at Shen Zhaoqing, who sat cross-legged with eyes closed, devoid of any life force.
Then, an irresistible suction erupted from the cauldron’s mouth.
It didn’t target spiritual energy or divine soul.
It targeted the most fundamental core of life—that thread of “Dao.”
“Master, no—!!!”
Streams of chaotic-colored light visible to the naked eye were forcibly drawn from Shen Zhaoqing’s limbs and bones, transforming into ribbons that uncontrollably surged into the cauldron.
That was the essence of the “Dao Source Body.”
That strand of life lost when the Heavenly Dao collapsed—the supreme treasure that could harmonize all laws and humble the Great Dao.
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