Born with immortal seed

Chapter 484 Spirit Beast Combination Attack
A cultivator swung off his bamboo hat, his aura surging, propelling him from an ordinary Foundation Establishment stage to the Nascent Soul stage.

The surrounding cultivators were thrown into chaos, never expecting that a Nascent Soul True Monarch was hidden among them.

This person kept a low profile and lay low until he made a stunning appearance.

Even the fierce battle between several Nascent Soul True Monarchs was overshadowed by him.

"Besides me, there are actually Nascent Soul cultivators hiding their cultivation levels among them. The Blood Sea Sect has really offended a lot of people!"

Bai Zichen could tell that this person's cultivation was only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, but his true essence fluctuations were extremely powerful, no less than those of many mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

This powerful strike, in particular, seemed to be a special secret technique, drawing upon the true meaning of the Great Dao.

Wherever it passed, the light became hazy, and heaven and earth were divided.

Even the path of the floating light could not be captured.

Divine sense scanning and the Eye of Truth-Discerning were rendered useless at this moment.

"I've never seen this person before, so why do I feel a sense of familiarity with him... Such a distinguished cultivator shouldn't be forgotten after just one visit."

This man had a face like jade, a clear mind and elegant features, and was a pale-faced young man like a figure in a painting, with first-class appearance and bone structure.

The cultivation process of immortal cultivators inherently enhances their appearance.

Breakthroughs to major realms like Core Formation and Nascent Soul Transformation alter the very essence of life, offering opportunities to reshape the physical body.

Therefore, handsome men and beautiful women are not uncommon among high-level cultivators.

Many cultivators also follow their own hearts, believing that one's appearance is predetermined by nature, and that excessive interference will only attract divine jealousy and make it difficult to overcome heavenly tribulations.

But to be this outstanding is something that cannot be achieved through later efforts.

"Feng Moyun of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect! I saw his portrait when I was young. It is said that a large number of female cultivators went crazy for him... It turns out that he has already achieved the Nascent Soul stage and has also arrived in the Southern Region."

In the corner of his memory, Bai Zichen finally remembered this person.

He is the number one beast tamer in Liang Kingdom and even the Northern Region. In terms of beast taming talent alone, he is even better than Fang Tiansheng, but his cultivation of the Great Dao is not as good as his senior brother's.

It seems that during those years of disappearance, he found a way to break through the shackles of cultivation and successfully made a breakthrough.

Bai Zichen had heard Ge Cang say that the Spirit Control Scripture of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect was very incomplete. After all, its founder was a genius with boundless imagination, but he himself had not even cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage.

It can only be described as a unique and promising cultivation method, but there are many problems in its practice.

Fortunately, Fang Tiansheng appeared and improved the technique based on the work of his predecessors, making many of his ideas feasible. This allowed the technique to truly become the fundamental technique of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

Ge Cang Zhenjun had long lamented that if Fang Tiansheng hadn't been trapped in the Yu Ling Zhen Jing, it would have been highly probable that he would have successfully transformed into a Nascent Soul with his exceptional talent.

It can only be said that the Spirit Control Scripture was both their strength and their weakness.

This is the price that pioneers of small sects have to pay: the road ahead is uncertain, shrouded in confusion, and they have no choice but to forge ahead.

Feng Moyun happened to be the one who received the legacy of his predecessors. With his unparalleled talent for controlling beasts, he successfully formed a closed loop in the Spirit Control Scripture and ascended to the Nascent Soul stage.

It's easy to understand why Feng Moyun appeared here. Many of his fellow disciples, including Fang Tiansheng, committed suicide in front of the Blood God True Monarch, begging him for a way out for the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

Regardless of the cause and effect, Feng Moyun definitely harbored deep hatred for the Blood Sea Sect.

He traveled all the way to the Southern Region to seek revenge, and upon hearing that the Blood Sea Sect was besieged and attacked, it would be strange not to come and see for himself.

Sensing danger, the Blood God True Monarch swayed, and countless blood shadows scattered in all directions.

The fact that she rarely fights with others does not mean that Xuan Nu lacks the awareness of combat.

The Joyful Sect has its own secret technique that allows the experience of each generation of Mystic Maidens to be infused into the sea of ​​consciousness of the successor, who can then gradually receive it as their cultivation level increases.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Xuan Nu threw out the Nine Heavens Star Whip without hesitation, which transformed into hundreds of star chains that imprisoned the Blood Infant within.

At the same time, Xuan Nu's nascent soul appeared in the realm, with Ruo Xi protecting her physical body.

After reciting the prayers with a sincere expression and performing three kowtows and six prostrations, a golden rope flew out.

He spat out a mouthful of his life essence, and the golden rope grew longer in the wind, appearing as a rope on each blood shadow, binding them tightly.

"The aura of the Nine Heavens... it's a projection of a rare treasure from the Purple Mansion, and you actually used it like that!"

Blood God True Lord tried several different demonic powers, but none of them worked. Finally, he saw the chaos.

In his current state, he can successfully cultivate to the Nascent Soul stage in the Sea of ​​Blood.

At that time, even if they encounter a Nascent Soul cultivator, they are confident that they can escape with their lives using the magical powers of the Demon Realm, as long as they don't run into those few monster-level juniors.

Over the past few years, by digesting the memories of two Nascent Soul True Monarchs, he learned about the current situation in the cultivation world and discovered that there was not even a single active Nascent Soul Great Power. He immediately gained confidence.

While the demon race could not withstand the vicissitudes of time and lost most of its members, the mortal realm's gods were not faring much better.

The environment of this realm is becoming increasingly harsh on cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage.

Even in the Heavenly Demon Realm, treasures of the Purple Mansion level are only possessed by the most powerful cultivators. Blood God True Monarch had only seen them twice from afar.

Even if it's just a projection, even if its true power isn't stronger than a top-grade spiritual treasure, it still possesses a kind of divine power that even a heaven-reaching spiritual treasure doesn't have.

Only three such golden ropes were passed down in the Joyful Sect, and today, the one in the hands of the Mysterious Maiden is the last one.

It has the characteristic of being able to hit anyone, no matter how high your cultivation level is, what protective magic treasures you have, or even if you are not in this world.

Once locked by the golden rope, one is bound and cannot escape; the only way to break free is through sheer strength.

Blood God True Lord was no exception, and was thus trapped in place.

The light leaped forward, slicing all the blood shadows in two, as if they had been moved to different spaces.

Ten paths, a hundred paths... As more and more blood shadows were affected, the Blood God True Monarch finally showed a look of fear on his face.

Neither the projection of the Purple Mansion treasures nor the sudden appearance of this Nascent Soul cultivator were within his expectations.

This wouldn't be a problem for the Blood God True Monarch, who has reached the Nascent Soul stage decades later, but he is currently only at the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

"Blood Demon God, Blood Light Protects the God!"

Blood God True Monarch roared, his Blood Shadow Body burst into flames, and the Nine Netherworld Fire ignited, expelling all the binding restrictions.

He directly used the 'Blood God True Monarch' who possessed him as nourishment and completely exhausted it. This divine power can only be used by Nascent Soul cultivators.

Even if a mere mid-Nascent Soul cultivator were to perform the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique ten times in a row, it would be impossible for them to raise their cultivation level to the threshold required to unleash this divine power.

However, as an old remnant from the previous era, the Blood God True Monarch possesses secret techniques that are unimaginable to demonic cultivators.

More importantly, he used a wisp of true demonic energy to burn his nascent soul, using it as a key to pry it open.

The golden ropes snapped one by one, and the star chains were torn apart and flew around wildly, before transforming back into a star whip and returning to the hand of the Mystic Maiden, though they had dimmed considerably.

The Blood God True Monarch extended a fair hand from the blood-red light. It was actually made of flesh and blood with distinct joints. He forcefully grasped the floating light that seemed to cleave the heavens and the earth.

A white line flashed, a thin line appeared in the palm, and the hand was severed into two.

Another giant blood-red hand grew out, its five fingers working together to grasp the floating light.

"Good idea. My natal spirit beast and I are on the same path. When the two merge, they create a divine power that is almost equivalent to a strike from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator..."

Blood God True Monarch looked at the palm-sized Floating Light Dove in the blood-red giant hand, which was struggling frantically. The blood hand was covered in cuts and could collapse at any moment.

A blood needle shot out from its mouth, piercing the eye of the Floating Light Dove, and transforming into thousands of fine needles inside its body, creating countless tiny blood holes.

Blood instantly stained the feathers of the Floating Light Dove, its neck lolled to the side, and it fell to the ground, lifeless.

A low-grade fourth-order spirit beast died at the hands of the Blood God True Monarch.

Having exhausted every last bit of potential, the Blood God True Monarch, whose Nascent Soul was burning away, was now comparable in strength to some veteran Great True Monarchs.

Snapped!
He also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to kill Xuan Nu. A wound that could not heal appeared on the chest of 'Blood God True Lord'. It was the last blow that Fu Guang Jiu delivered before his death.

Sensing the rapidly dissipating power, he glared hatefully and transformed into a blood shadow, fleeing into the distance.

And judging by the direction, they were heading further south, completely abandoning the Blood Sea Sect.

To untie that golden rope treasure, he appeared to do it casually, but in reality, he used every means at his disposal, pouring in his true essence like a bottomless pit.

Feng Moyun turned pale and collapsed to his knees, coughing up large amounts of blood.

The death of one's natal spirit beast is a major blow to any beast tamer.

This is even more evident among cultivators who practice the Spirit Control Scripture, as they are originally integrated with the source and draw upon the power of their natal spirit beast.

Once one dies, the backlash will naturally be even greater.

With the departure of the 'Blood God True Monarch', the Blood Sea Sect, which had previously held an absolute advantage, immediately found itself in a precarious situation.

As the blood on the ground receded, the Joyful Sect's battle formation was rebuilt, and the Nascent Soul True Monarchs who had been at a disadvantage stabilized the situation.

The Nascent Soul general, who was in the worst condition, bleeding profusely and covered in wounds, suddenly drew a flying sword and slashed down on his head.

No one could imagine the impact of a powerful body cultivator suddenly unleashing exquisite sword techniques.

In a few swift movements, he blocked the attack and even managed to trap the Blood Sea Sect's Nascent Soul within the sword light.

"There are quite a few people who are hiding their talents. This person's swordsmanship has reached the level of refining swords into threads, but he is controlling it and has not used it... This person is somewhat similar to me, but he is a swordsman with the identity of a master hidden under the appearance of a rough physical cultivator, while I have a powerful physical body with the title of genius swordsman and the Five Crystal Glazed Body."

Bai Zichen became interested in this unknown divine general. With his swordsmanship level combined with his body refinement cultivation, his strength should be far more than this.

He deliberately concealed his true abilities, not revealing his true swordsmanship level even at this point. It was obvious that even his fellow disciples did not know what he was good at.

In Bai Zichen's eyes, the acting was too clumsy, and the deliberately staged swordsmanship was very unnatural and uncoordinated.

The true level of swordsmanship can be seen through in a few scattered sword moves.

"Consider yourselves lucky. I need to demonstrate my Nascent Soul cultivation to be qualified to stand at this grand feast of the Blood Sea Sect. You'll be able to leave much more easily..."

Bai Zichen glanced at Ma Chengguang and the others who were at a loss for what to do, then his aura surged, and his powerful blood energy surged like a straight plume of smoke, soaring into the sky.

boom! boom! boom! boom!
In the blink of an eye, he threw four punches, one at each of the four Core Formation cultivators.

Four simultaneous thuds as people fell to the ground, their sternums breaking inch by inch, their eyes bulging out.

The cultivators in the arena were in an uproar. When did Nascent Soul True Monarchs become so common? And yet another person lowered their cultivation level and hid in the crowd.

(End of this chapter)