Immortality and Cultivation: This old man seeks enlightenment through mere survival.

The faces of Huangtian Laozu and Qingming Zhenren turned completely gloomy and extremely ugly.

They unleashed a series of deadly moves, and even Core Formation cultivators of the same level wouldn't dare say they could easily withstand them.

But Jiuyou was able to recover and heal time and time again, which was beyond their comprehension!

This guy is incredibly difficult to deal with.

Far beyond expectations!

monster?

That's right! That's definitely an acknowledgment of Jiuyou!

When Lu Zaian created this clone, it was originally nurtured using a demonic fetus and a massive amount of longevity essence!

Later, he acquired a series of physical supernatural abilities and underwent several body tempering processes...

Now, it's finally showing some real power.

Speaking of the real person.

While the Nine Netherworld clones are fighting to the death here, what is Lu Zaian doing?

Before half an incense stick had burned.

Changli Mountain Range, Yunli Mountain.

A gentle breeze and bright sunshine, with white clouds drifting lazily by...

At the top of Yunli Cliff, Lu Zaian, dressed in a spotless light blue Taoist robe, sat cross-legged on a smooth blue stone.

His eyes were slightly closed, his expression serene, and his aura was harmonious and natural as he refined the remaining three [Azure Origin Pills] with pill patterns bit by bit.

"Slow and steady wins the race... At this rate, it will take about three to five more years to condense another 100 drops of liquid magic power, bringing the total to over 400..."

Lu Zaian thought to himself, quite satisfied with the progress.

Suddenly.

A sudden, inexplicable tremor in his soul interrupted his meditation.

Lu Zaian frowned slightly. The last time he felt this palpitation was when he sensed the [Netherworld Line] in "The Ghostly Wheel of Calamity".

But this time it felt more like... a warning from one's own soul.

"The only one closely connected to my soul is my Nine Netherworld clone..."

Lu Zaian opened his eyes and looked towards the water, a hint of doubt flashing in his deep eyes.

"The Nine Netherworld Avatar... has been at the Black Miasma Forest Ruins for some time now. Could it have encountered some accident there?"

The distance was too great; even with a spiritual connection, he couldn't perceive the specific situation.

It could only be vaguely sensed that the clone's soul seemed to be in a state of "extreme tension".

If Lu Zaian found out—

Right now, his own clone is engaged in a fierce battle with two Core Formation cultivators, and he'd probably be quite surprised.

"Want to go have a look?"

If the clone is destroyed, Lu Zaian will also suffer some backlash.

However, the thought had barely formed—

He swiftly and decisively extinguished it!

"No."

Lu Zaian shook his head slightly and muttered to himself.

“Jiuyou’s strength is slightly better than mine, especially his physical strength. If even he is in danger of dying, my rushing there now will only increase the risk and will not help the situation.”

"Besides... why did you cultivate the clone in the first place?"

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips.

Isn't this precisely to deal with the current situation?

Explore new lands, seize opportunities.

This kind of thing is naturally done by a clone...

Even if something unexpected happens, it's better for the clone to perish than for the main body to be in danger.

As long as the original body remains unharmed, there will always be opportunities to find materials again and forge a new one.

Think about this.

Lu Zaian's worry gradually subsided, and he returned to a calm state.

This aligns with his mindset as an immortal.

"I hope you can turn misfortune into good fortune and escape this predicament on your own..."

He whispered to himself, closed his eyes again, and refocused his attention on his dantian.

Beyond the cliff, clouds drift and gather, time remains serene...

boom--! ! !

Black Miasma Forest, Sword Tomb Waters.

A terrifying explosion swept outwards.

"How about that? You should be dead by now, right?!"

Huang Tian Lao Zu stared intently at the murky water below, gritting his teeth as he asked, "The continuous onslaught has taken a toll on even me."

Master Qingming swept his divine sense over the area, his brows furrowing as he slowly shook his head.

"His aura... though much weaker, still possessed that fierce and intense vitality."

As soon as the words fell——

Boom!

The water below suddenly exploded!

The sky was filled with waves, like a curtain, which were forcibly torn apart by a brute force and rolled to both sides!

The Asura Giant charged out suddenly!

The [Ten Thousand Controls] in his hand was completely activated by this overwhelming battle intent and Asura blood, emitting an unprecedented buzzing sound!

At the bottom of the Sword Tomb, within a radius of a hundred feet, all the broken swords and blades that had been silent for ten thousand years seemed to receive a final summons, trembling and resonating in unison!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——!

Ten thousand swords flying together!

Like worshipping a king of swords, countless broken swords and fragments tore through the water, frantically absorbing into [Ten Thousand Commanders]—

In an instant, it transformed into a super giant sword over a hundred feet long, composed of countless sword fragments!

The sword exuded a terrifying aura that could destroy everything!

"Take this!!!"

With his four arms firmly gripping the terrifyingly large broadsword, Jiuyou roared and gathered all his strength, charging forward with unstoppable momentum.

He slashed down fiercely!

This sword strike seemed to cleave open a deep abyss.

The water surface, which was hundreds of feet in diameter, suddenly dipped downwards, creating a brief vacuum zone, before exploding with a deafening roar and creating towering waves!

The expressions of Qingming Zhenren and Huangtian Laozu finally changed drastically, sensing a deadly threat from this sword strike!

"Oh no! Join forces!"

The two roared and manipulated their natal magic weapons to meet this terrifying and unparalleled attack!

boom! ! ! ! !

A terrifying shockwave exploded, and the two were struck as if by a prehistoric beast. Their protective spiritual light shattered instantly, blood gushed out, and they were sent flying backward in a sorry state!

"I'll chop! I'll chop again!!"

Jiuyou, having gained the upper hand, was relentless. He acted like a madman, wielding his giant sword with all four arms and unleashing several more fierce strikes!

It's a style of fighting that relies entirely on brute force, like throwing bricks with sheer power, or overwhelming all other techniques with sheer force.

Under the crushing force of immense power.

Even the cultivation level of a Core Formation cultivator seemed somewhat weak!

"How can it be?!"

"How could someone at the Foundation Establishment stage unleash such power?!"

"What...what kind of sword is that?!"

"The scholar in blue... he's actually this strong?!"

In the distance, the watching cultivators saw the Asura giant wield a hundred-foot-long sword, cleaving two Core Formation cultivators, causing them to cough up blood and fly backward.

They were all dumbfounded.

As if they had seen a ghost, they exclaimed in disbelief and discussed the matter, their worldviews completely turned upside down!

However, Jiuyou knew the truth perfectly well.

The consumption of [Law of Heaven and Earth] and wielding [Ten Thousand Commands - Ten Thousand Swords Form] is terrifying!

His vital essence was burning away at an alarming rate!

The duration of the supernatural power is also nearing its limit...

If the fight continues, the consequences will be unimaginable once the strength is exhausted.

After several more moves!

Jiuyou unleashed another powerful sword strike, forcing the two back, his icy gaze sweeping over the horrified Qingming and Huangtian...

Without hesitation, he turned around, his massive body taking large strides as he ran outside!

Each step caused the earth to shake, yet the speed was astonishing; in the blink of an eye, only a huge silhouette remained.

"He escaped...he escaped?!"

The crowd gasped again, their emotions a complex mix.

They felt it was only natural, since their opponents were two Core Formation cultivators, but they also felt a strange sense of loss, as they hadn't witnessed an even more astonishing outcome.

"Chase!!"

The Azure Netherworld Immortal, with disheveled hair, had completely lost his original dignified and otherworldly image, replaced by a look of gnashing teeth and shame.

This was the first time he had been so humiliated since he first entered the Core Formation stage, having been publicly injured and forced back by a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

What a shame!

However, just as he was about to move, an arm blocked his way.

"Ahem... Don't pursue a cornered enemy."

The voice of the Yellow Heaven Ancestor rang out, carrying a hint of weakness and hoarseness.

Master Qingming turned around abruptly, only to find that the other party was in far worse condition than him.

There was a dent in his chest from a sword wound, which was probably caused by a fragment of a broken sword that flew off from the [Ten Thousand Chariots].

A tiny crack appeared on the blade of the [Imperial Heaven Big Dipper Sword] in the hands of the Yellow Heaven Ancestor!

When a natal magic weapon is damaged, its owner's mind and spirit will inevitably be injured. Although Ancestor Huangtian tried his best to cover it up, how could he hide it from Qingming, who was of the same level?

Yes.

In the last few collisions, due to the pride of a sword cultivator and his greed for the [Ten Thousand Controls], Huang Tian Ancestor was slightly ahead.

Therefore, it suffered more direct impacts.

Huang Tian was truly terrified.

The older you get, the more afraid you become.

He has already obtained a [Blood-Ink Spirit Mushroom], so there's no need for him to risk his life against Jiuyou.

Upon hearing this, Qingming Zhenren's eyes flickered, and he stared intently at Huangtian Laozu...

Huang Tian Lao Zu seemed to sense Qing Ming's gaze, alarm bells rang in his heart, he took a deep breath, concealed his sword intent, and coldly returned the gaze, showing no weakness.

A subtle, tense atmosphere filled the air.

half an hour.

After seemingly weighing the pros and cons, Master Qingming withdrew his gaze, slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, still unwilling to give up:

“Old Master Huang, if we do not take advantage of his serious injury and escape now to eliminate future troubles, he will surely become a major threat to us in the future!”

Just now, I tried to use the secret techniques of the Heavenly Nether Palace to intercept a trace of his aura in order to track him, but I discovered that this person can actually change his original aura. In just a short while, I've already lost track of him!

Huang Tian Lao Zu shook his head coldly, his tone resolute:

"His power today is largely due to the remaining strength of the sword tomb here, as well as the power of that strange ancient sword."

Moreover, don't forget that his soul is a weakness; Ji Chun's remnant soul is still lurking in his sea of ​​consciousness. Whether he can overcome the 'soul struggle' is still unknown...

His physical supernatural powers seem powerful, but they cannot be maintained for long.

If we encounter it again, we only need to avoid its sharp edge, use our magical artifacts to engage it in long-range combat, exhaust its energy, and then combine this with some divine soul techniques to surely capture it!

He was speaking to Qingming.

It's also a way of comforting myself.

He even told all the cultivators around him, trying to save face.

The two Core Formation cultivators hovered in the air, gazing in the direction where Jiuyou had disappeared.

An eerie silence fell over them, each with their own hidden agendas, and in the end, no one made a move.

.........