Rebirth of a Reincarnated Immortal Cultivator

"Senior brother has just finished his seclusion and is naturally unaware of what happened before. I only know a little about the specifics and am not very clear about them."

"I heard that our grandmaster captured a demon beast from outside, and this beast is suspected to be a mermaid demon that went extinct thousands of years ago!"

"This demon is truly cunning. Our people went to great lengths to find out where it was hiding. It kept hiding and wandering around, and finally it ended up hiding in a mortal's dwelling. Fortunately, our Heshan Sect is skilled in the art of finding demons and discerning their aura, otherwise we really wouldn't have been able to see through this demon's true nature."

"According to the reports from the returning disciples, they witnessed a magnificent azure sword aura tearing through the sky! If the Ancestor hadn't intervened in time, everyone present would have been instantly annihilated!"

Ma Laojiu spoke with great enthusiasm, as if he had witnessed it all himself.

"A terrifying sword light that even a Foundation Establishment cultivator couldn't withstand... Could the attacker be a Pseudo-Core Formation cultivator, or even a Core Formation cultivator?!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qinghe's expression immediately changed.

"That's right, exactly! Otherwise, the Ancestor wouldn't have gone into seclusion immediately upon his return and set up such powerful formations, just in case!"

Ma Lao Jiu nodded and slowly began to speak.

"In that case, this demon's origins are definitely not simple! There must be a powerful demon clan figure backing it up. Offending such a powerful being for the sake of such a minor demon is not a wise move. I wonder what the Ancestor was thinking..."

"Then who knows?"

Just as the two were chatting away, the nearby void rippled, and a figure in black appeared out of thin air, quietly listening to the conversation below, golden light flashing in his eyes.

Her gaze lingered on the enormous, semi-transparent light screen that was faintly visible. Suddenly, her red lips parted, and a black-gold bolt of lightning shot out from her mouth, transforming into countless fine golden threads that swept wildly towards the semi-transparent light screen.

A vast and powerful surge of spiritual energy rippled outwards, sweeping away the ghostly mist that enveloped the palace like a tidal wave.

With a crisp "crack," two thick cracks appeared on the seemingly indestructible light shield, which then spread rapidly along the edge of the shield.

"who!!"

Such a commotion immediately alerted the guards, who only then noticed the cultivator's figure hovering in mid-air and uttered words of extreme shock and anger.

A series of spiritual lights of various colors emerged, wielding various talismans and magical artifacts, and struck wildly at the black-clad figure in mid-air.

The man in black, with his long black hair flowing freely and eyes gleaming like lightning, silently watched the scene before him.

The next moment, a terrifying surge of blood energy soared into the sky, like a vast ocean, and after condensing, formed a thick layer of blood-gold armor on his body.

His once incredibly sharp canine fangs suddenly shone brightly, and he instantly grew to several meters tall. As blood-red light surged, he blocked all the attacks.

"How dare you trespass on my Heshan Sect!"

Upon seeing this, Lin Qinghe's expression changed drastically, revealing a look of shock and anger.

With a flick of his sleeve, he unleashed his pseudo-core cultivation without hesitation. As the black energy surged, it condensed into a gigantic skull that was twenty feet in size.

In a flash, it bit down on the figure in mid-air.

However, the next moment, a blinding golden light burst forth from the surging demonic energy. Wherever it passed, the originally fierce demonic energy dissipated without any resistance, like mice seeing a cat.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, the figure with surging blood and qi stepped out, appearing outside the light barrier in a flash.

A pair of iron fists, enveloped in countless golden rays, slammed down.

"Boom!"

With a deafening explosion, the already precarious light barrier shook violently before shattering!

The instant the light screen disappeared, an invisible, immense force erupted, pressing down on everyone's chests like a mountain.

Wherever it went, no one could withstand it; blood gushed from its mouth, and it flew backward in a sorry state.

Even worse, some died from bleeding from all seven orifices.

Numerous rock fissures spread along the pillars of the main hall.

The mysterious man in black glanced around coldly, his gaze settling on the disheveled Ma Laojiu, a chilling killing intent flashing deep in his pupils.

At this moment, the area within a hundred meters was completely enveloped in a layer of golden light.

Under the confinement of the golden light that blocked spirits, everyone was unable to mobilize their internal magical power, and their bodies were petrified and unable to move an inch.

"A Core Formation cultivator!!"

Seeing that the opponent had broken through all the attacks with overwhelming force, Ma Laojiu and the others immediately reacted, their eyes filled with shock.

"Senior, we had no intention of offending you!"

"If the Ancestor knew that a master like you, Senior, had come, he would surely be happy to have a conversation with you. But we still do not know what brings you here today?"

Ma Lao Jiu stared wide-eyed, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, and took a deep breath.

Thinking of the all-powerful Ancestor Yan, he felt calmer and more confident in talking to the newcomer.

Faced with the veiled threat in Ma Laojiu's words, he only received a disdainful sneer from the man in black.

Before Ma Laojiu and the others could even breathe a sigh of relief, the golden figure suddenly moved, and a golden fist covered with blood-gold runes slammed out from the void.

This punch may seem light and airy, but it actually contains the power of lifting heavy objects with ease.

The next moment, Lin Qinghe, who was blocking the way, let out a scream and was punched into a bloody mist!

This scene made Ma Laojiu, who was watching from behind, break out in a cold sweat.

Almost simultaneously, a figure appeared out of thin air, and a rough, demonic hand reached out, grabbing down towards Ma Laojiu's head with lightning speed.

Faced with this fatal blow, Ma Laojiu stood there dumbfounded.

Seemingly completely unprepared for the newcomer to disregard the ancestor's majesty and attack directly, they were still unable to react, their faces ashen, and could only watch helplessly as the golden hand descended.

It made muffled noises, unable even to beg for mercy!

"Hmph! May I ask what brings this fellow Daoist here? Why did you start a fight at my Heshan Sect? Could it be that my disciples have failed to entertain you properly and offended you?"

Just then, a faint voice rang out from the void.

As soon as he finished speaking, a blinding emerald flame pierced through the void, unleashing a terrifying heat wave that caused the void to groan and boil wherever it passed, forcefully breaking through the barrier of the spirit-suppressing golden light.

Within the azure flames, demonic energy surged forth, and from within emerged a large, wrinkled hand, resembling a withered tree, which flashed past and blocked the top of Ma Laojiu's head.

As their fists clashed, terrifying spiritual pressure swept in all directions, sweeping away all the low-level disciples who were lying on the ground like dead dogs. They were then slammed heavily onto the buildings around the palace, causing them to cough up blood and collapse to the ground.

The golden light and azure flames clashed fiercely, then subsided with a loud explosion, revealing the appearance of an old man in hemp clothing.

"Hehe... Old Monster Yan... It's been many years, how have you been!"

The man in black's ferocious expression changed, and he spoke in a clear, melodious female voice.

"Does this fellow Daoist know me?"

Upon hearing this, Old Monster Yan's eyes were filled with suspicion as he curiously looked the black-clad female cultivator up and down, his eyes flashing with emerald light.

A powerful divine sense, comparable to that of a late-stage Core Formation cultivator, was activated, seeking to uncover the true nature of this person.

To his surprise, the moment his divine sense touched the blood-gold armor on the other party, it immediately disappeared into it, vanishing without a trace like a mud ox sinking into the sea. This startled him!

It should be noted that since he began practicing the Nirvana True Yin Great Method, although his cultivation level was still at the mid-stage of Core Formation, his spiritual sense had already reached the late-stage of Core Formation.

Even so, he still couldn't see through this person's background, which startled him and made him feel a subtle sense of apprehension.

"I know them...of course I know them, and we're quite familiar with each other!!"

The man in black stared coldly at the Taoist in hemp robes not far away, his face extremely gloomy.

After saying that, he flashed and his terrifying blood energy surged, and he attacked again without hesitation!

Faced with the sudden attack from the mysterious man in black robes, Old Man Yan was taken aback at first, and then his face showed an expression of surprise and anger.

Before he could think, he opened his mouth wide, and a turquoise scroll appeared out of thin air, spinning around and enveloping his entire body.

At the same time, ferocious demons emerged from the scroll, their bodies ablaze with emerald flames, and swooped down toward the golden figure that was charging toward them.