Immortality begins with meditation puppets

"Well done, Lord Su!"

"Is this the legendary Su family's firepower? Legends are too conservative. This is far more than enough firepower to destroy a Nascent Soul Immortal Kingdom. Even a fifth-tier Immortal Kingdom couldn't withstand this barrage!"

"Of course! A few days ago, True Lord Su tested his skills against Penglai Immortal Island, and the people of Penglai were so frightened that they cried out 'No!' and bowed down in submission!"

"Alas, you can't speak like that. The fellow Daoists from Penglai are still here. If you speak like that, don't they have any dignity left? You have to be more careful with your words so as not to hurt others. The only ones who were scared and shouted 'No!' were Liu Gandang and Liu Zhenjun!"

"Huh, why did you stop? Lord Su, keep going! What are you waiting for if you don't just wipe out all these Prison-Suppressing Divine Elephants?"

Su's firepower is praised by everyone who has heard of or seen it.

Even now, this overwhelming herd of prison-suppressing elephants is unable to advance another hundred feet under the firepower of the Su family.

But with such great results, the eccentrics were thoroughly enjoying themselves when they saw Su Qing put away all the Flame Cannons.

"Don't stop, Su Zhenjun! If you're worried about the cost of artillery fire, we'll reimburse you, okay?"

A True Monarch shouted loudly, "This is no joke! Without Su Qing's firepower suppression, they will have to face these Prison Guardian Elephants head-on!"

Putting aside the dangers and the possibility of death, just the fact that I went up to fight him hand-to-hand is nothing compared to the comfort of standing here and watching Su Qing perform.

Unfortunately, Su Qing retrieved the Flame Cannons not because he was heartbroken over the spirit stones, but because he discovered that these Flame Cannons were not very effective against the Prison-Suppressing Divine Elephants.

At this moment, the other True Lords also noticed this.

Although the demonic elephants that guarded the prison were blasted to pieces by the Fiery Spirit Bomb, they immediately regenerated flesh and blood, as if nothing had happened. It was only the impact of the Fiery Spirit Bomb that had kept them in place, unable to move forward.

“These Prison-Suppressing Divine Elephants can no longer be considered living beings; they are all formless evil spirits, which the Fiery Spirit Explosion Cannon cannot handle!” Su Qing said in a deep voice.

"What are we going to do? Just watch them charge at us and have to fight them head-on?" a True Lord asked, looking around.

The other True Monarchs also looked troubled: "It's not that I'm afraid. We can actually handle a group of fourth-level Prison Guardian Elephants, but this is just an appetizer in the Abyss Secret Realm. If we use all our methods, what will we do next?"

They are not formidable enemies, nor are they particularly difficult to deal with. If we randomly select a few True Lords here and have them use the trump cards prepared for them by their respective sects, it would not be difficult to deal with these Prison Guardian Elephants.

But as these True Monarchs said, these trump cards were prepared for a potentially, no, definitely existing, ruthless sixth-tier Void Refinement level character within the Abyss Secret Realm.

To expect them to use their trump cards with just a group of Di Ting's subordinates, a mere group of prison-suppressing elephants, is truly like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

Good steel should be used where it's needed most, and anti-aircraft guns should be reserved for bombarding fortresses.

These guardian statues of the prison should be dealt with with millet and rifles.

That's exactly what Su Qing did.

He patted the giant Kun from the North Sea, and from its mouth, rows of little yellow men walked out, laughing and joking.

However, they were his subordinates, expanded several times, and their equipment was updated several times. Although they still looked as cute little people as before, their strength and abilities were no longer comparable to the exorcism army of yesteryear.

The exorcism dolls of three divisions, large, medium and small, lined up in firing formation and opened fire fiercely on the prison-suppressing elephant statues.

In the center of the army group, on missile-loading vehicles transformed from Transformers, towering fourth-order large exorcism missiles, hundreds of feet tall, were erected and then shot straight into the sky.

Crackling and popping.

Rumbling and booming.

Small guns fire, cannons bombard, missiles explode.

The seemingly endless array of demonic elephants that guarded the prison were decimated by the specialized exorcism army that Su Qing had built up over many years. By the time they reached the cultivators, only a few dozen remained.

By this time, all the cultivators were able to clearly see the specific appearance of these prison-suppressing deities.

Its body was as large as a mountain, just like in the legends, but it was crawling with maggots and blood beasts. There was no blood energy fluctuation or a living aura. It was like a walking corpse, controlled by a ball of black energy inside its head. When it saw them, it pounced on them like a cat smelling fish or a hungry wolf that had been starving for a long time.

Chi la la!
A True Lord used his Taoist arts to extract the black energy from the skull of a prison-suppressing divine elephant.

After careful observation by the spiritual detective, a conclusion was reached.

"These black energies are composed of four types of energy, including deathly evil spirits and demons. Evil energy is dominant, but they are different from normal evil spirits outside. Beings tainted by these black energies do not consider themselves evil spirits. They only consider themselves as they were before and will continue to fulfill their duties from back then."

But if the fur is gone, where will the skin attach? Everything from ancient times has long since vanished into thin air. Everything has been torn down and rebuilt. The roles they once played in ancient times—the subordinates they commanded and the rulers they served—are all gone. Thus, in this state of confusion and bewilderment, they complain about heaven and earth, their resentment growing deeper and deeper, making them even more ferocious and insane than normal demons.

At least, normal demons, when faced with the firepower of Su Zhenjun's exorcism army, would know to give way and shrink back, instead of charging forward recklessly like these prison-suppressing divine elephants.

In short, just treat them as mad, malevolent spirits. They possess deathly aura and are even more adapted to this abyss than true evil spirits, and they still bear ancient divine duties, allowing them to employ some divine means.

After the spirit detective finished speaking, he extracted a white jade tablet imbued with divine authority from the prison-suppressing elephant that had been freed from the black aura.

The inscription above clearly reads: "Shepherd of Souls." Below the inscription is a line of numbers: 0087. This number was clearly the original number of the Prison Guardian Elephant within its clan. However, as the white jade divine tablet was removed from its body, this number, along with its already decaying physical form, slowly disappeared into the world.

No one sympathized with 0087's plight at this moment; everyone stared solemnly at the new wave of attacks that were sweeping in from afar.

This time, it wasn't some kind of demon or evil creature.

It seemed to flow down from the heavens, a raging torrent capable of sweeping across the entire abyss realm—a black and red blood river!
"Damn it, is this how you use Blood River? What a waste!"

The cultivators from the Styx lineage, including those who subdue dragons and tigers, were incredibly excited upon seeing the River of Blood, wishing they could pounce on it and lick it a few times. This was understandable.

The cultivation methods of the Styx Sect cultivators rely on ruthlessness—ruthlessness towards themselves and others. This is an old tradition passed down from their ancient ancestors. After all, back then, their Styx Sect could not compare to the Yuanshi Sect on Kunlun Mountain, while the Lingbao Sect on Jin'ao Island was rich in resources.

If you're not ruthless to yourself, how can you carve out a place for yourself in a place like the Netherworld, stand out in ancient times, and shine alongside many powerful ancient sects?

Secondly, there's the Blood River. In the Nine Netherworld, there are only two resources that can be considered respectable.

First, it is a ceaseless, ever-flowing river of blood, containing boundless life and death energy, constantly changing with each life and death.

Secondly, it is boundless and limitless, an endless dark land projected from the shadowy side of the world.

These two unique resources once made the Styx Sect prosperous for a generation. At its peak, their ancestor, the Styx Ancestor, could even challenge the Buddha and glare at the Heavenly Emperor.

It's a pity that the ancestor was too arrogant, so that in the competition for the qualification to open up the underworld, few powerful people were willing to support him as the person in charge of the underworld. The only one who helped him was the equally unpopular Beiming Kunpeng. He didn't help him gather many people, but because of Kunpeng's own reputation, the ancestor was disliked by more people.

Ultimately, not only did Houtu Niangniang seize control of the underworld, but she also took away the Nine Netherworld Land, an ancestral property of the Styx Sect, and used it as the base of the underworld.

Who can I talk to to explain this?

After the great calamity of antiquity, even the remaining Blood River collapsed into countless streams. The Styx Dao lineage each took a share, such as the Blood River nurtured within the Thousand Islands Immortal Kingdom, which was so crowded that even a swimming pool for children would be too crowded!

Thus, how could the impoverished cultivators from the Styx lineage not be driven mad with envy when they saw this river of blood descending from the sky and flowing like a vast ocean?

There was one impatient fellow, none other than the Dragon Subduing True Lord, who roared and leaped out, rushing towards the Blood River in both directions. From a great distance, he reached out and scooped up a handful of blood from the river.

He gulped it down, before he could even utter a sound of satisfaction.

He then felt something was wrong; his lower abdomen felt swollen and distended, a strange sensation he had never experienced before. But for some reason, a voice seemed to be telling him something.

Good news from the delivery room! He's about to give birth!

"This...this...this, elder brother, you're too impatient. Yes, we brothers haven't had a son or daughter yet, and the family line needs to continue. Plus, this journey is dangerous, and no one knows if we'll make it back alive. If we could have a son or daughter left in the world, we would be able to face our ancestors with honor. But I really didn't expect you to have one yourself!"

When Fuhu Zhenjun saw his elder brother return, he found a large object in his arms, as big as a watermelon, from which came sounds of humming, hawing, and kicking.

He thought to himself, "As expected of my elder brother's child, knowing that he has such an unreliable father, he was already behind at the starting line before he was even born. So he started to work hard to cultivate even before he was born!"
Let's not talk about how the Dragon-Subduing True Lord felt about becoming both a father and a mother.

Regardless of what True Lord Fuhu planned, he would raise his nephew by his side in the future, and he must not let him pick up True Lord Jianglong's bad habits.

Let's just talk about the reactions of the cultivators present when they saw the Dragon Subduing True Monarch being hit!
The most excited among them were the cultivators who knew the dangers of the journey, made preparations well in advance, begged and pleaded, spent a great deal of effort, and worked hard to cultivate their lineage.

Especially Wang Houzi is a representative example:

"Heavens above! If I had known there would be such a good thing, why would I have spent so many spirit stones to find the Goddess of Guidance to help me conceive and grow? Why would I have kept so many wives and concubines? I could have just drunk a few mouthfuls of river water here and given birth to my own children, raising them myself, pure Wang family blood, without spending a single spirit stone!"

However, such ideas are ultimately in the minority.

The True Lords were well aware that, regardless of what would be born after drinking this river water, they knew that...

Just talking about giving birth will inevitably drain some of their vital energy and vitality, leaving them severely weakened and unable to fight for a short period of time.

In such a treacherous abyss, where they are constantly at war, who has the time to have children?
"This seems to be formed by the fusion of the Nine Nether Blood River and the ancient Mother-Child River. It should be called the Mother-Child Blood River!"

"The water of the Mother-Child River can only produce offspring if drunk. However, after merging with the Blood River, its invasiveness becomes even stronger. Even if you don't drink it, as long as you come into contact with this river water, you will immediately have to give birth!"

"But don't worry, everyone. The children brought out by this river will be fine. Apart from having a slightly redder complexion than others, they will be perfectly healthy after birth!"

Upon hearing this, some people worried that they might end up like the Dragon Subduing True Lord, suddenly becoming pregnant.

Some people were happy, especially those demonic beasts and divine beasts that had difficulty conceiving. For example, the Fire Phoenix Princess was eager to try, willing to risk being exhausted in battle later, just to drink more river water. Well, because she possessed the bloodline of the Fire Phoenix, one sip of the Mother-Child Blood River water might not be enough for her to give birth. She had to fill her belly to ensure that her belly would grow big.

Seeing that Liu Yun'er and Ling Ying behind her were also tempted, Su Qing quickly told them not to act rashly!

Can a child born from drinking the blood river be considered his?
It seems like it has nothing to do with him anymore!
The key point is that he wants children. Once things are settled, he can just tell them more stories. Why does he need to rely on the power of the river, making it seem like he's incapable?
Having stopped the four restless women, Su Qing didn't stop Princess Fire Phoenix, the Azure Lion King, the Five-Colored Deer King, and others from drinking the Blood River water.

As for the other True Lords who did not want to be tainted by this river, they all had ways to deal with it.

A spiritual energy shield, soaring through the clouds, a white lotus platform... all sorts of Taoist techniques and magical artifacts can be used, as long as the blood river water doesn't touch them.

Su Qing then released the Nine Dragon Boat. Over the years, the Nine Dragon Boat had been nurtured by the luck of humanity, and it had long since become magnificent, dignified, and awe-inspiring.

As soon as it was released, it displayed its power in the blood river that permeated the entire abyss secret realm.

The Yazi Divine Might Cannon roared continuously, the Pixiu Treasure Ship showered down treasures and coins, and the Auspicious Horn blew its conch shell, giving all the cultivators present a halo.

The Nine Dragon Boat, however, was designed to target the blood mosquito demons lurking in the blood river beneath it.

These blood mosquitoes are each the size of a Fire Phoenix Princess in her third-tier teenage years. Their sharp, slender proboscis give them the ability to penetrate the protective true energy and defensive spiritual light of a fourth-tier Nascent Soul cultivator. Their thin, almost transparent wings also grant them unpredictable speed. What's most troublesome is that they seem to have the ability to reproduce rapidly in this Mother-Child Blood River.

Initially, there were probably only two or three blood mosquitoes in this blood river, so much so that everyone was still thinking about whether or not to drink from this mother-child blood river, and no one noticed them.

But just as everyone was watching the Dragon Subduing True Monarch give birth, a swarm of blood mosquitoes, buzzing and swarming from all directions, made the cultivators feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

"There are too many mosquitoes, they can't be killed off completely. Fellow Daoists, if any of you have any trump cards you're using to swat mosquitoes, please don't hold back, use them quickly!" (End of Chapter)