Born with immortal seed

Chapter 763 Three Swords United
Leaving the Star Palace, the night sky outside was pitch black.

The Ten Thousand Evil Mountains were originally uninhabited, a paradise for insects and strange beasts.

When Bai Zichen and the Ancient Demon Asura fought their way here, they scared away all the cultivators in the vicinity.

Several sects in the southern border region relocated entirely, abandoning their sects and leaving the Ten Thousand Evil Mountains behind.

They were afraid of being affected by the lingering effects and suffering an undeserved disaster.

Once you encounter them, it will be too late to cry out to the heavens. The difference in strength is too great, like an ant being stepped on by the roadside without anyone noticing.

"How dare someone plot against me? What ordinary person would have the guts to do that..."

Bai Zichen looked at the towering mountains, their dark shadows grotesque in the moonlight, as if they had come alive.

It seemed as if countless ferocious monsters were about to burst out of the Ten Thousand Evil Mountains at any moment and swallow all living beings outside the mountains whole.

When he came here last time, he had to be careful, as there were many monsters in the mountains that he could not deal with.

Now, however, there's no need for that; even that mysterious fifth-tier demonic insect is no longer a threat.

The other demonic beasts are nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs; no matter how many come, they can be killed with a flick of the finger of sword energy.

No matter how much Bai Zichen paid in the process of dealing with the ancient demon, with only a few years of lifespan left, it was not something a Nascent Soul cultivator could participate in.

Moreover, even during his Nascent Soul stage, he was renowned for his heaven-defying combat prowess and ability to defeat Nascent Soul cultivators; who in the cultivation world did not know this?

"Is this the very Buddha of the Wheel of Dharma, who has been brought to the forefront by the image of the Arhat with the green lamp?"

Bai Zichen had met the Buddha Baolun once, and was even given a Buddhist treasure to ward off inner demons. The Buddha also told him that if he encountered danger, he could seek help near the Ruyi Buddha Kingdom.

On the surface, the two appeared to have no conflict or animosity.

Although the Kasyapa Sect is located in the Central Region, it can form its own country and rarely appears in the cultivation world. Its presence is not as strong as that of other Buddhist sects that do not have a living Buddha.

The Buddhist realm is half empty space and half real world, but its territory in the empty space can be expanded infinitely.

Compared to Taoist grotto-heavens, Buddhist kingdoms built with the help of relics of great virtues are more stable in the void.

As long as the relics endure and the power of remembrance remains, there is no danger of them collapsing or declining.

The Buddhist kingdom is built layer upon layer, stacked on top of each other, endlessly.

Outsiders simply cannot imagine how vast the Ruyi Buddhist Kingdom has become, or the sheer number of believers and Buddhist practitioners that live there.

Because it does not need to expand its territory in the real world, the Kassapa Sect rarely clashes with other sects.

Only the most supreme spiritual beings cannot be generated in the Buddhist realm; they must be obtained from the outside world.

That was a discussion and exchange among top-level cultivators, and had nothing to do with lower-level cultivators.

“I have never had any connection with his family. Could it be that he thinks I will infringe on the interests of the Kasyapa Sect in the future? Or is Hongfa setting a trap behind the scenes? Or is it even a hidden, unknown deity like a fifth-order Yin God?”

Bai Zichen now sees everyone as a potential mastermind behind the scenes.

Their rise was too rapid; they had no foundation in the cultivation world and no fellow disciples or sects to provide assistance.

Otherwise, at least we could introduce the various forces operating beneath the surface of the cultivation world, so that he would at least know who has the strength to take action.

“Hongfa made an agreement with me that we could meet again after ten years of seclusion… If the method of the Green Lamp Arhat can really attract the ancient demon and prevent me from escaping, and Hongfa is absent, I may really be worn down to death.”

He could already sense that the longer he stayed in the outside world, the more severe the attacks from the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth would become.

So whenever I have free time, I still return to the cave to try and relieve this situation.

If the battle continues, no Nascent Soul cultivator, except for those with the Evergreen Sacred Body, can withstand it.

Even someone as fortunate as Bai Zichen would be daunted by a battle of such length.

They won't die here, but their path to the Great Dao is basically severed, and no amount of longevity pills can make up for it.

"Using the ancient demon to stall for time, and not daring to confront me head-on, means you're not confident you can defeat me in terms of strength... Then let's overturn this chessboard and see where you place your pieces!"

A red sun leaps out on the horizon, the east turns white, and darkness disappears.

Bai Zichen no longer concealed his aura, and his power continued to rise, climbing higher and higher along with the red sun.

At the same time, Zhulong's Yin-Yang Eyes pierced through the morning mist, revealing the scene deep within the Ten Thousand Evil Mountains.

There was a group of golden lions fleeing in panic, and a mountain black bear with its body split in two, its paw strong enough to hold up a hill.

There was also a hundred-eyed centipede, with thirty-two pairs of compound eyes on each side of its body. Now, its chest and abdomen had been cut open, and all its internal organs had been removed.

Only an empty shell remained, discarded on the ground.

Dead fourth-tier demons were everywhere, their bodies mangled and covered in blood.

The Hundred-Eyed Centipede, in particular, is closely related to the number of divine lights it controls. Although it is said to have a hundred eyes, the number of compound eyes that emit divine light is probably far less than that.

Being able to open thirty-two pairs of compound eyes and simultaneously shoot out thirty-two beams of divine light, it is already a demonic insect at the peak of the fourth rank.

Yet he still died tragically there, without even a trace of a struggle left around him.

This was his innate talent, requiring no preparation time, yet he still didn't shoot out a single divine light.

This shows how vast the difference in strength is between the attacker and the Hundred-Eyed Centipede.

"A giant hand gripped the Hundred-Eyed Centipede, while the other hand held its body and twisted it with a snap, ending its life... For some unknown reason, the giant hand also hollowed out the centipede's body, removing all its internal organs."

Bai Zichen replayed the battle scene in his mind, trying to recreate how the Hundred-Eyed Centipede died.

His Candle Dragon Yin-Yang Eyes, perhaps due to the Dao of Time, could, at their peak, illuminate the past and future.

Of course, at most, a few fragments will appear automatically in my mind right now.

No one can guarantee how much is true and how much is false.

Furthermore, they lack continuity, appearing in disjointed leaps, and their usefulness is quite limited.

The fact that a peak fourth-tier spirit insect could be crushed like a mere mortal insect speaks volumes about the opponent's strength.

Among all the beings in the Ten Thousand Evil Mountains, only one could do this: the Ancient Demon Asura, with whom he had been locked in a fierce battle for fifty years.

It's unclear whether he was venting his anger or killing the demonic beast to absorb its blood and energy to restore his strength.

It's more likely that it possesses both traits. The nature of an ancient demon is beyond the comprehension and speculation of normal humans, so it's normal for it to exhibit even more outrageous behavior.

Following the trail of the dead demon beasts, Bai Zichen flew over mountain peaks, getting closer and closer to the deepest part of the Ten Thousand Evil Mountains.

Many mountain peaks are just bare boulders and wind-cracked ground, with not a single blade of grass or plant to be seen.

Sensing his presence, the poisonous insects dared not show themselves and burrowed into the bottom of the mountain.

Until a lush green valley appears, like a ray of light deep in the Ten Thousand Evil Mountains, everyone who sees it is immediately attracted and cannot look away.

Upon entering the valley, only a pair of seven-colored wings lay on the ground, with colorful blood splattered everywhere, not yet completely dried.

"It's the legendary nest of the fifth-tier seven-colored moth!"

Bai Zichen's eyes twitched, and he realized where the strange discomfort in the valley came from.

All the spiritual plants in the valley do not grow towards the sun, but rather towards the location of the seven-colored moth.

I've heard that the allure of that kind of illusion, so beautiful it's said, can move not only creatures with rich emotions, but even spirit plants and mountains with low intelligence.

Looking at the rubble that had slid down the valley floor, it was clear that all the sharp points of the rubble were pointing towards the seven-colored wings, and there was a very obvious trajectory of movement.

It is a nightmare in the Ten Thousand Evil Mountains. The Nascent Soul cultivator from the Southern Region died tragically while venturing deep into the Southern Frontier, most likely because his soul was taken away by the Seven-Colored Moth.

But at this moment, it lies quietly on the ground.

Only a pair of seven-colored wings remained. Its body had probably been eaten as well, and the two sides were torn open, looking as if they had been gnawed by a dog.

As one can imagine, the ancient demon Asura captured the seven-colored moth, and with a forceful pull of his palms, tore the fifth-tier spirit insect to shreds.

"It's too easy for me. It wouldn't be so simple for me to kill this rainbow moth. The moth might even get away completely."

Having never encountered a fifth-tier spirit insect before, and not knowing what supernatural abilities it possessed, Bai Zichen had absolutely no reason to rush forward rashly.

Who knows if there's some kind of innate talent that allows you to risk your life to exchange with someone else? Once you're caught in it, it'll be too late to regret it.

Bai Zichen has immortal bones protecting him, making him quite capable of defending against various attacks, but it's still unnecessary to risk his physical body on him.

The materials from those demonic beasts were nothing compared to the top-tier fourth-order materials. The best of them, with their thirty-two pairs of compound eyes, could be used to refine several sets of spiritual treasures in one go.

However, they were simply sent to the sect's weapon-refining hall to add to the treasury for future disciples.

However, the wings of the seven-colored moth are priceless treasures to cultivators who are skilled in the Illusion Path.

For example, the Celestial Fox of Qingqiu Mountain would probably empty most of its possessions in exchange for these seven-colored wings.

A perfect match with one's own Great Dao, the source of power for a fifth-order spirit insect... This situation presents a rare opportunity for both the buyer and seller.

Just as Bai Zichen took the seven-colored wings into his hand, a pebble rolled down behind him, and an invisible force pressed down.

He slowly turned around, and sure enough, the ancient demon Asura had arrived behind him.

Even after shrinking, the demonic body, still over ten feet long, remained completely silent.

"Human brat, he's not running away this time..."

When the ancient demon began to speak, it was like a stuttering beginner, with inverted sentences and unclear word order.

"Time is of the essence, so I don't have much time to play with you anymore... Originally, I could have kept you for another ten years to hone your ubiquitous supernatural abilities. But now that you're gone, you're even more important to me."

Bai Zichen slowly drew the Ziwei Dazzling Thunder Sword, pointed it at the Asura Ancient Demon, and nodded slightly.

"Jie, kill me? You think you can!"

The ancient demon rose to the level of "Law of Heaven and Earth," and with a rub of his hands, the demonic blade appeared in his grasp.

The reason why the Asura race can become a holy race in the Heavenly Demon Realm is not only because their supernatural powers are strong enough, but also because their fighting talent is second to none among the brave and warlike demon races, playing an equally important role.

Therefore, they are often sent to small, dangerous worlds to complete missions alone.

The ancient demon firmly believed that he was invincible in the human world in a head-on confrontation, but he lost because of his flying speed.

Now that annoying swordsman has taken the initiative to fight, it's a piece of cake for him.

Just as he was about to strike with his demonic blade, he saw Bai Zichen swing his sword, accompanied by the sound of crashing waves.

It was a river twice as wide as usual, and graceful figures could be seen coming and going, both on their way and on their way out.

It forms a cycle, flowing from beginning to end, and then reappears at the source of the river of time.

"Time flows!"

The ancient demon shouted it out fluently this time, but he didn't use the common language of the human world; instead, he used the language of the true demons from the Heavenly Demon Realm.

He was not some country bumpkin from the mortal realm; he was a self-imposed Void Refining True Demon, one of the two strongest demons who descended to the ancient Heavenly Demon Realm.

Now it is an avatar of the Asura Demon God, a totem of the Asura Holy Race and all living beings who worship or even fear this demon god, and can share most of the common sense of the main body.

Regardless of their identity, they are all well aware of the terror of the river of time.

The demonic blade unleashed thirty-six strikes in an instant, its demonic energy billowing like smoke, forming a cage that, instead of trapping others, firmly imprisoned itself.

Although unable to move, it possesses a near-invincible defensive effect.

"You lowly brat from the lower realm, how dare you covet the Great Dao of Time? You're nothing but a clown!"

As the ancient demon Ashura spoke with increasing gusto, the surging demonic light emanating from his body directly overwhelmed the heavenly lightning, making him appear like a demon god who ruled over a world, with an astonishing aura.

He squatted there, muttering to himself, seemingly preparing an extremely complicated demonic technique.

"A single Azure Emperor Longevity Sword can sever a lifespan of a hundred years. What kind of sparks would fly if three Azure Emperor Longevity Swords were combined into one..."

Bai Zichen's hand holding the sword was trembling violently. Never before had he felt so difficult controlling his natal flying sword.

There was originally a hidden sword behind him, but after completing its mission and using the first Azure Emperor Longevity Sword, it was swept away by the surging river of time.

At the same time, if the remaining two Azure Emperor Longevity Swords are activated, one can see the River of Time overlap, the river surface widen, and the waves become turbulent.

He had long believed that he had mastered this supreme supernatural power to a high degree, and that any further progress he could make would be in improving his understanding of the Dao of Time.

But when the three swords were drawn together and combined into one, he realized that there was still so much room for improvement in his ability to control his supernatural powers.

The inspiration for this method came from the fifty-year tug-of-war between the enemy and the ancient demon, a battle of advance and retreat. It was a sudden inspiration.

In the past, they always used the Azure Emperor's Longevity Sword in sequence because they had never encountered a powerhouse of the level of the Ancient Demon.

Only a sufficiently powerful opponent can spur a rapid improvement in strength.

It just so happens that the complete version of the Cantongqi can be used to practice various scenarios in the sea of ​​consciousness and verify the effect of activating supernatural powers under ideal conditions.

I spend all my free time on this.

The greatest advantage of practicing in the sea of ​​consciousness is that it does not waste the true essence of time nurtured by the Azure Emperor's Longevity Sword, but is merely a visualization simulation.

It can be adjusted repeatedly without restriction to achieve the best results.

Otherwise, this supernatural ability would only be able to successfully conjure a sword once every fifty years.

If we were to wait fifty years to practice and test the correct method of application, even a very long lifespan would not be possible.

It was with the confidence brought by the Cantong Qi that Bai Zichen dared to take the initiative to approach the Ancient Demon Asura after seeing the performance of the sea of ​​consciousness.

"There is indeed a difference between practicing in the sea of ​​consciousness and actually activating it; the consumption of the true meaning of time has not been taken into account..."

Bai Zichen secretly groaned. The three swords had been combined into one, and he had only gone halfway through when his True Meaning of Time was already exhausted.

In the sea of ​​consciousness space, there is no need to worry about this; it has been successful nine times out of ten.

This slight deviation could cause him to fail at the last moment.

(End of this chapter)