Immortal Creation.

Chapter 662 The True Body Awakens
The giant rocks influenced each other, and suddenly one of them was pushed toward Ning Zhuo by a repulsive force.

The rocks veered off course, just as Ning Zhuo was about to pass by!
"Quick!" In that instant, Ning Zhuo's heart felt like it was being gripped by an icy hand, and it jumped into his throat.

He brought his legs together, his palms blazing with fire, and aimed them at the rear, accelerating with all his might!
Further military support!

Cang Tiehanjia broke the speed record and successfully left the giant rock behind.

The Five Elements Golden Elixir Wheel spun wildly on his chest, emitting a blinding light, and the elixir power poured out like a flood, supporting this terrifying consumption.

The golden wings behind him kept cutting through the air, emitting a continuous, ear-piercing shriek like tearing silk.

He would occasionally unleash a few, or even a dozen, mechanical golden swallows, manipulating them to collide with the flying rocks. Sometimes they would perish together, and sometimes they would deflect the giant rocks' trajectory, creating a path for Ning Zhuo to survive.

"Hmph!" The Earthly Fiend God saw Ning Zhuo still approaching the ice coffin and clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

The next moment, the turbid air from the earth's lungs rolled down and condensed into a small island above Ning Zhuo's head!
An immense terror gripped Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo didn't need to look up; a quick scan of his surroundings with his divine sense was enough to make him realize just how dangerous his situation was!

The massive rock overhead, as large as an island, pressed down directly, as if a piece of the sky had collapsed, falling heavily with an unparalleled, terrifying force capable of crushing everything.

A massive shadow loomed over Ning Zhuo, and the terrifying gravity caused Ning Zhuo's speed to drop drastically.

At this moment, all the magic arrays in the Azure Iron Armor were wailing!
Ning Zhuo released a large number of mechanical golden swallows.

The golden swallow flew into the fire like a moth drawn to a flame, but the flames of its self-destruction were instantly swallowed up by the enormous creature, which couldn't even make it tremble!
Ning Zhuo mobilized all available resources and launched a full-scale attack.

"Can't escape!"

Ning Zhuo calculated the result, and a chilling sense of despair welled up within him.

"Xiao Ma!!" Qing Chi exclaimed in surprise.

She remained in the passageway and witnessed this scene.

Without a second thought, the demon girl rushed over.

As she sped along, she shed glistening tears.

"It's too late, it's too late!"

"No, Xiao Ma!"

"No, no—!"

In her haste, it was as if a lightning storm had swept through her mind, with countless thoughts surging and then exploding in an instant.

She reviewed her previous military treatises, harboring the hope of saving her beloved.

"Is there any way to make Xiao Ma even faster, even faster?!"

This vision was so strong that Qingchi immediately grasped a military strategy.

Military strategy—speed is of the essence!
This is the most classic and commonly used military strategy, but Qingchi has never been able to comprehend it.

Now, the situation is forcing the girl to bring out her outstanding military talent, which not only made her realize something, but also successfully triggered it on the spot.

Military strength has been significantly depleted!

Ning Zhuo's speed suddenly increased!

The terrifying propulsive force was like a giant hammer, slamming heavily into Ning Zhuo's back.

Buzz—click-clack!

The mecha emitted a terrifying, teeth-grinding groan, as if it were about to disintegrate at any moment!
In that instant, Ning Zhuo's vision went black, the edges of his field of vision turned blood red, and his eyeballs almost felt like they were going to burst.

The excruciating pain in his hips and back reached its peak; he could even hear the creaking of his bones as they succumbed to the strain!

The armored warrior seemed to transform into a golden light, tearing a path to survival amidst the crushing weight of the world-destroying boulder.

call out--!
Just as the giant island rock was about to crush him completely, the Cang Tie Han Armor, with a piercing sonic boom and an elongated tail of flame, charged forward at an extremely precise angle, almost touching the surface of the giant island rock, grazing the edge of destruction!
Unbelievable!

Ning Zhuo broke free from that seemingly inescapable shadow of certain death! And the enormous ice coffin was just a short distance ahead!

Ning Zhuo's momentum slowed slightly, and he crashed headfirst into the tail of the ice coffin.

He braced his hands against the ice coffin and began to push it with all his might toward a tributary of the River of Oblivion.

The ice coffin began to fall, its speed increasing rapidly.

Its terrifying chill spread outwards, eroding Ning Zhuo's body along the palm of the Cang Tie Han Jia.

At first, it was fine; the cold air was just right to cool down the overheated armor.

But soon, Ning Zhuo started shivering from the cold.

The temperature dropped so quickly, it felt like falling directly from a fiery mountain into an ancient ice cave!
Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth and pushed the ice coffin with all his might, refusing to let go.

The Earthly Fiends and the filthy gods were furious!
Despite His full power, He was unable to stop Ning Zhuo, and Ning Zhuo successfully pushed the ice coffin.

We must not allow the ice coffin to fall into a tributary of the River of Oblivion!
The battle between the Lord of the River of Oblivion and Yin Jiuzhu had already demonstrated the power of the Frost Abyss Ice Coffin Candle. The latter had frozen almost the entire tributary of the River of Oblivion.

"Stop right now!" roared the Earthly Fiend God of Turbidity. The billowing black smoke spewing from his head instantly turned into a deep dark red.

Dark red smoke intertwined to form a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky, carrying a devastating power, and slammed down on Ning Zhuo.

The attack covered a small area, but it locked onto Ning Zhuo.

As the distance drew closer, Ross shouted, gripped the cracked fishing rod tightly with both hands, and cast the hook with all his might.

Fishing Techniques – Enduring Fishing Experiences!
Ding!
A crisp, clear sound rang out, like ice crystals shattering in a glass cup.

The Three Lives Hanging Hook appeared inside the body of the Earthly Fiend God.

Ross suddenly jerked the rod.

Buzz—! The fishing rod trembled violently, groaning under the strain!

"Roar—!" The Earthly Fiend God of Turbidity let out an unprecedented roar of pain.

His body trembled violently, and the dark red smoke hand he was controlling suddenly went out of control, dissipating by more than half, and its power plummeted.

Ning Zhuo felt the pressure ease, and the shadow of death dissipated once again.

The Cang Tie Han armor spewed out tongues of fire more than ten feet long, pushing the ice coffin at an accelerating pace as it was on the verge of collapse.

The terrifying chill from the ice coffin had severely eroded Ning Zhuo, causing him to lose all feeling in his hands and arms.

Driven by Ning Zhuo's selfless effort, the heavy ice coffin accelerated faster and faster, like the head of an ice warhammer hurled by a giant spirit god, breaking through the final distance and crashing headfirst into a tributary of the River of Oblivion.

Pfft!
Click! Snap! Crack! Crackle!
Centered on the ice coffin, the waters of the River of Oblivion instantly froze!

The white frost spread rapidly through the tributaries, turning the flowing river water into a ghastly white solid ice wherever it went.

"No!" roared the Earthly Fiend God of Turbidity, rushing furiously towards a tributary of the River of Oblivion.

Ross's fishing rod snapped into pieces, and he himself knelt on the bronze chariot, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Qing Chi had already collapsed in the passage. She had overworked her brain, was bleeding from all seven orifices, and was exhausted to the point of death. With her last bit of strength, she forced her eyelids open and saw Ning Zhuo successfully push the ice coffin into the tributary. Only then did she feel relieved and completely faint.

"Success!" Ning Zhuo was overjoyed. The Azure Iron Armor on his body had completed its mission. Each part had reached its limit and, bearing terrifying scars and deformation, fell off Ning Zhuo's body one after another.

“If I freeze the tributaries, I can ascend the altar.”

Even though the Earthly Fiends and the Turbid Gods came after him, Ning Zhuo was still happy.

Because from now on, the altar is no longer defensible. He can use this to take the initiative, coordinate with Ross, and keep the Earthly Fiend Gods occupied!
But at that very moment, the true form of the Lord of the Forgotten River, located in a tributary of the Forgotten River, suddenly opened his eyes.

He sensed danger and was jolted awake from his deep sleep.

"Huh?!" In an instant, he understood the situation. He mobilized his divine sense and magical power, stirring up a tremendous wave in the tributary of the River of Oblivion.

The freezing speed was immediately reduced by 80%, which led to resistance.

The river rushed forward, forming gurgling undercurrents that, like dragons and pythons, enveloped the ice coffin and dragged it into the river.

The true form of the Lord of the River of Oblivion sneered in the river: "Good young man, you are my greatest tribulation?"

"It doesn't look like it!"

"I should thank you for returning my Nether Dragon Scissors to me."

Ning Zhuo's expression changed drastically.

He suffered from a lack of intelligence and was unaware that the true form of the Lord of the Forgotten River was hiding in a tributary.

At the critical moment, the Lord of the River of Oblivion suddenly awoke!

He manipulated a tributary of the River of Oblivion, instantly halting the spread of frost. So much so that Ning Zhuo's recent daring struggle seemed more like a voluntary offering of treasure to the Lord of the River of Oblivion!

The contrast between the front and back made Ning Zhuo feel intensely suffocated.

As he took action, the aura of the Lord of the Forgotten Rivers was revealed.

God Transformation Level!
With two Nascent Soul stage cultivators, how could Ning Zhuo, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, possibly cope?

"Didn't the Graybone Elder say that I could only face opponents at the Nascent Soul level at most? He miscalculated!?" At this moment, Ning Zhuo felt despair once again.

The Immortal City of the River of Oblivion.

City Lord's Mansion.

A child's figure moved among the bookshelves, his little hands constantly touching the resumes on the shelves.

Upon touching it, the resume disappears from its original location and is moved into the child's storage bracelet.

The old man beside him stroked his beard and nodded, commenting with satisfaction: "You have a very solid foundation, lad. Your basic thieving skills are performed as if by instinct."

"However, having so many resumes of officials from the River of Oblivion is of little use to you."

"If you really want to make a fuss about a resume, the most basic condition is to expend national resources."

"A secondary condition is that the official rank must be higher. Only high-ranking officials can deal with low-ranking officials."

"You cannot use the power of the Wangchuan Kingdom, nor do you hold any official position in the Wangchuan Underworld. These resumes are at most for intelligence gathering."

"But this intelligence tends to be superficial. If you want to find out about privacy, you either have to investigate yourself or buy it from an intelligence organization."

Sun Lingtong rubbed her nose: "Is that so?"

As he spoke, his hands continued to move.

He chuckled and said, "I feel like I've taken quite a few risks to come here, since it's a rare opportunity."

"It wouldn't be right not to steal something to take home."

"A thief never leaves empty-handed."

"Even if they don't have much value, they are very useful to the River of Oblivion."

"Whenever I think about what kind of expression Lord Wangchuan would have when he came here and saw the empty bookshelves, I can't help but laugh."

"Hee hee hee……"

Zeng Jide was amused and felt that Sun Lingtong was more to his liking.

Sun Lingtong searched through all the resumes here before slipping away with her senior fellow disciples.

Zeng Jide led Sun Lingtong and they stealthily made their way into the city lord's mansion.

A patrol of well-equipped monks, each employing different detection methods, marched past in orderly steps.

Whether it was the departure of the Lord of the River of Oblivion or the forced intrusion of the Painted Skin Rakshasa, both of these events put them on high alert and spurred them to patrol with all their might.

Zeng Jide grabbed Sun Lingtong's arm, leaped into the air, and transformed into a dark shadow, disappearing into the low grass.

Theft Technique - Shadow Escape!
Sun Lingtong was deeply shocked.

The bushes were clearly visible, and despite being scanned by more than a dozen detection methods, none of them could detect the old man and the young man from the Bukong Sect hiding in the bushes.

The moment the patrolling guards turned the corner at the end of the corridor, Zeng Jide moved.

He grabbed Sun Lingtong and leaped like a cat, taking several steps to climb onto the wall and roof tiles.

This is broad daylight!

The patrolling monks never missed a chance to scan the rooftops.

But Zeng Jide always managed to seize the gaps in their reconnaissance and choose the most correct action, whether it was lying in wait or striding forward.

He advanced with such brazen arrogance! His audacity bordered on recklessness.

But it just so happened that it wasn't discovered!

Sun Lingtong's eyes widened, and she exclaimed inwardly, "How much experience must one have to possess such mastery of stealth!"

Leaping across the rooftops, Zeng Jide and Sun Lingtong traversed the complex and multi-structured city lord's mansion at high speed, rapidly approaching their target.

Zeng Jide still held onto Sun Lingtong's arm, hiding in the shadows of the eaves, making way for several patrolling groups of cultivators.

Sun Lingtong wondered to himself why, when Zeng Jide stopped moving forward, the latter communicated with him secretly through divine sense: "This is the place."

Sun Lingtong: ?!
He was so close to Zeng Jide, yet he didn't notice that Zeng Jide had used other methods. Without Zeng Jide's knowledge, Zeng Jide had already managed to detect the inside of the house.

Zeng Jide grabbed Sun Lingtong and nimbly and silently climbed onto the roof.

Sun Lingtong's body was light and airy, like a piece of paper or a shadow, following closely behind Zeng Jide.

Zeng Jide stretched out his withered fingers and seemingly casually pried and pressed on the roof. Several seemingly seamless glazed tiles were directly peeled off, revealing a gap just wide enough for a raccoon to pass through.

Zeng Jide, a short man, crawled inside.

Sun Lingtong stared wide-eyed as she saw up close that Zeng Jide seemed to have no bones, his body shrank at will, and his weight seemed to disappear as he smoothly "flowed" into the house.

They landed silently on the floor tiles inside the house.

Zeng Jide stood firmly on the small paving stone beneath his feet, not moving forward. Sun Lingtong, on the other hand, felt a chill run down her spine and obediently followed suit, not daring to move an inch.

Sun Lingtong knew perfectly well that the defensive array inside the house had not been dismantled. If it were him, he would definitely choose the door or window as a breakthrough point, try to break the array, and then proceed cautiously to enter.

However, Zeng Jide was highly skilled and daring. In the city lord's mansion of a royal capital, which was also the king's palace, he was directly trapped in a magic array.

Zeng Jide looked around with his cloudy old eyes, then curled his lips slightly, revealing a hint of disdain.

He stretched out his hand, making gestures in the air, pressing or tapping, his fingertips shimmering with spiritual light, creating gusts of spiritual wind in the air.

He stopped after only three breaths.

“Safe.” He strode forward.

Sun Lingtong breathed a sigh of relief and began to move freely inside the room.

He looked around and discovered that it was a treasure trove. On the shelves, a large number of precious materials were stored in separate sections, categorized and each with its own unique appearance.

Sun Lingtong became increasingly puzzled as he looked at the materials, because he realized that he knew nothing about them.

(End of this chapter)