Practice begins with immortality

"You think you can beat me?!"

Ling Tianshuang's once narrow and piercing eyes were now wide open, almost as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. His face was filled with rage, veins bulging on his forehead, and a deep roar emanated from his mouth. "Hmph! I've expended so much energy and time simply because I wasn't completely confident I could kill you, and I was afraid you'd escape back to the Ice Pole Palace you'd joined under a different name. Otherwise, I would have come to take your life a hundred thousand years ago!"

"But now that you've been poisoned by the soul, you absolutely can't escape!"

His roar was like thunderclapping from the sky, deafening and terrifying. However, before he could finish his words, a startling scene occurred—balls of vibrant, eye-catching flames suddenly erupted from Ling Tianshuang's tall and mighty form. These flames, alternating red and white, intertwined and entwined, like two flaming dragons circling and dancing in the air, emitting a fiery and terrifying aura.

At the same time, a massive shadow slowly emerged from behind Ling Tianshuang. This shadow possessed a peculiar appearance, with a long, sharp beak on its head and a body as white as jade. Its body was covered in vibrant red markings. Its form resembled a crane, but it supported itself on a single leg. Upon closer inspection, everyone realized with astonishment that it was the shadow of the legendary ancient mythical beast, Bifang!

"Hahaha... Speaking of this, I have to thank you very much, Ling Tianfeng! If you hadn't thrown me into that endless torrent of space, how could I have had the good fortune to obtain the divine beast Bifang's natal fire? And I wouldn't have been able to comprehend the secrets of the Yin and Yang of ice and fire from it!"

"So, today let your death, which has become my inner demon, be the sacrifice for me to completely achieve the Way of Yin and Yang!" As the last word came out, Ling Tianshuang waved his hands violently, and the red and white flames turned into countless firebirds and instantly swept towards Ling Tianfeng like a volcanic eruption. Wherever they passed, it seemed that even the void would be burned to ashes by the raging flames.

"Damn it!" Ling Tianfeng roared furiously. His eyes, once as sharp as an eagle's, now gleamed with rage. He cursed inwardly, "What a stroke of luck! He was in such a desperate situation, yet he managed to miraculously escape death and even obtain such a heaven-defying opportunity! How could Heaven be so blind?"

However, Ling Tianfeng quickly suppressed his inner anger and resentment, knowing full well that in times like these, he needed to remain calm. He narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind racing with thoughts of a response. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and a sinister smile played across his lips.

"Hmph, even if you're not destined to die, so what? You'd never imagine that my body has already been transformed into the spiritually gifted ice. I only need to temporarily suppress the spread of the poison with my icy power, then sever the affected part directly, and the soul poison will naturally be cured."

Thinking of this, Ling Tianfeng's eyes grew even colder, as if he could already see himself defeating his opponent, absorbing their power and controlling everything. Although doing so would severely damage his own cultivation, the thought of successfully beheading the opponent and completely devouring them would allow him to possess both the legendary Bifang power and the coveted Liangyi Dao, making all his efforts worthwhile! Moreover...

"Bing Soul Cold Light!"

Countless rays of blue-white cold light shot out and collided head-on with the firebirds. The collision produced a large amount of white mist.

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Meanwhile, on the other side far away.

"Damn it! How could things have gotten to this point!" Leng Yuan muttered to himself, his face filled with fear and anger. At this moment, he was alone, darting across the vast snowy plains like a flash of lightning.

At the beginning, when the battle just started, he saw that the situation was not favorable and thought to himself that it was not good. So, he made a quick decision, protecting everyone in front of him, and quietly slipped away.

Leng Yuan's heart was in his throat the entire time, his mind replaying the thrilling scenes that had just occurred. Suddenly, as if remembering something extremely terrifying, he gritted his teeth and cursed softly, "That old ghost guarding the Sutra Library turned out to be a terrifying Three Tribulations expert! Damn it! How on earth did such a powerful master manage to sneak into our midst so quietly?"

Just as Leng Yuan was flying away and cursing, he suddenly heard a bone-chilling voice from the front, as if it came from the Netherworld: "Are you the unworthy descendant who led my foolish brother here?"

Leng Yuan's heart trembled suddenly, and he looked up hurriedly. He saw that a figure had appeared in front of him like a ghost. Looking closely, he saw that it was his Leng family's ancestor, Leng Feng, or Ling Tianfeng.

Seeing Ling Tianfeng, Leng Yuan was instantly terrified and pale. His body trembled uncontrollably and he stammered, "Old... Ancestor, please... spare my life!"

However, Ling Tianfeng remained unmoved. His murderous eyes fixed on Leng Yuan, and he shouted coldly, "Humph! You've committed such a grave mistake, and you still dream of living? Die for me, your ancestor, and make amends for your sins!"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Tianfeng raised his hand and waved it, and an extremely powerful force instantly swept towards Leng Yuan. Leng Yuan didn't even have time to scream. In just a breath, he was completely swallowed by this force, leaving no trace.

"Quite cruel. In a crisis, he still chooses to eat his own blood relatives."

"Who are you? When did you come?"

Ling Tianfeng stared at Wang Bai with a vigilant look on his face, his blue eyes seemed to see through Wang Bai.

"The smell is a bit strange, but—"

"After all, you are only a First Tribulation True Immortal. How dare you pretend to be so profound in front of me?"

"Go to hell!"

Before he finished speaking, Ling Tianfeng raised his hand and pointed, and an extremely cold white light came towards Wang Bai!

However, "I'll use you as a test of my sword!"

As Wang Bo's mind moved, the next moment, a heavy sword with a blade of five feet four inches long and a blade of five inches wide appeared, and Wang Bo's right hand grasped the black hilt. The blade was golden.

Then, Wang Bai made a diagonal slash, and a light golden sword light broke through the air and slashed towards Ling Tianfeng.