How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

"Brother Li, could that aura floating in the sky just now be divine intent?"

The three ran for a while, and the strange blood-covered figure behind them stopped chasing. Zhu Jiutong recovered from his shock and asked a question.

"Yes, it is Master's divine will. Master is probably fighting with someone right now."

Li Muyun understood, and his expression grew even more solemn.

Now things are different. Master is in danger, fighting with others, and even comes to his rescue.

It was obvious that they desperately needed my support and assistance, as I could even influence my master's victory in this battle.

"This? Immortals fighting?"

Zhu Jiutong was stunned, somewhat incredulous.

Immortals are extremely rare beings across the entire land of China. How could they possibly interfere in the battles between such beings?

"Master's aura was ethereal before, far away in the sky, and he released his energy to guide me there. Now he has stepped in to help us out of this predicament. It seems that he wants us to join the battle."

Li Muyun nodded and calmly analyzed the current situation.

After hearing this, Zhu Jiutong let out a long sigh of relief, whether from nervousness or excitement, it was hard to tell.

Nightingale remained silent, simply staring at Li Muyun, her curiosity about him growing.

A celestial master?

Being drawn into a battle at the level of immortals, with both background and strength being extremely formidable and terrifying, truly fits her ideal choice.

Li Muyun and his two companions had already escaped to an open space. The surrounding undead and blood energy dared not approach again after sensing the appearance of that immortal power.

It was rare that no undead appeared to disturb them.

Li Muyun gazed at the horizon, his expression wistful.

"This strange blood-red figure is currently severely injured, having been struck by Master's divine will. Its vital energy should be at its weakest right now. Why not take this opportunity to eliminate it directly..."

Both of them were taken aback upon hearing this and fell into deep thought.

This undead has an extremely high rank and extraordinary strength. It is a creature summoned by an immortal, and its power is involved in a battle at the immortal level. Just now, its aura was so surging that it crushed three people with its own strength.

If it weren't for the fact that they had been replenishing their strength by devouring undead along the way, and that they still harbored a cat-and-mouse mentality, they would have crushed the three of them long ago.

Why go looking for trouble with these undead now?

“Brother Li, it’s not that I’m unwilling to help, but this undead is of extremely high rank and involves the battle between immortals. Ordinary spells may not be able to kill it.”

Zhu Jiutong spoke sincerely and frankly about his concerns.

Such a vicious creature is likely to have some hidden tricks up its sleeve. If they were to fight to the death, the three of them might not gain the upper hand and could even risk capsizing.

“I have a method I can try, but I only need the two of you to help me buy some time. This matter is of utmost importance. This undead may be an incarnation of that kind of being. If we can eliminate it, it will definitely relieve Master of a lot of trouble…”

Li Muyun revealed his thoughts without any concealment and sought help from the two.

This undead is no ordinary being; it holds a supreme position, and even he could not claim to be able to completely suppress it.

But since it concerned his master's safety, he was willing to try anything as long as there was a sliver of hope.

He explained the pros and cons to the two of them without reservation. He had only known them for a short time, and this matter involved their lives and fortunes. Even if they were unwilling, he would not force them.

Upon hearing this, the two men's eyes flickered, and they fell into deep thought. After a while, they both looked up at the same time and spoke.

“Very well, we are willing to give it a try for Brother Li…”

After saying this, the three stopped talking, turned around and returned the way they came, heading towards the blood-red surge on the horizon, the land of ghosts weeping.

After a short while, the three of them spotted the bizarre, blood-soaked figure in the distance, heavily wounded. The Void Immortal's massive handprint was truly powerful, directly smashing its limbs and many of its faces, leaving only a pointed beak.

The sharp beak continued to devour the undead, constantly restoring and repairing its own energy.

Upon seeing the bizarre, blood-soaked figure, the two men's eyes lit up.

After all, the strange blood-red man was too powerful before. Just one glance at him could make people lose their minds, and he was of extremely high status. Now, he was severely injured by that immortal aura, as if he had been knocked off his altar.

Gone was the terrifying aura and imposing presence they had displayed before. Seeing this scene, the two men became bolder and quickly gathered their strength, charging towards the terrifying and bizarre blood-red figure.

Zhu Jiutong shouted loudly, and his hands quickly formed a gilded magic seal. Gold, silver and copper threads flashed rapidly, weaving and condensing into inch-by-inch golden light.

The golden light danced and leaped, falling like rain and strung like threads. The golden light condensed and instantly became a Nine-Turn Golden Furnace.

"Heaven and earth are in their true essence, treasured as one, the sun and moon shine brightly, the golden furnace glows! Open the furnace!"

Zhu Jiutong loudly chanted the incantation, and the furnace mouth suddenly spun at high speed. The boundless blood color was absorbed and drawn into the furnace, compressed into a roaring golden light, and then suddenly melted.

The golden light that shot out was scorching hot and boiling, like chains, wrapping around the eerie blood-red figure.

Nightingale gave a soft hum, her silver armor brimming with energy, and she took a sudden step forward, charging towards the eerie blood-red figure.

Her right fist, enveloped in the phantom of a white tiger, soared into the sky, while her left palm pressed against her chest, activating the Haotian Furnace.

Dark red blood energy flowed across his body like magma, and his once beautiful face was now covered with blood-red patterns. He transformed into a blood-red war god, his aura soaring to the heavens, incredibly powerful.

This is the Haotian Sect's signature technique, the Haotian Furnace.

Unlike cultivators who can draw upon true essence and spiritual power, martial artists rely on blood and qi to cultivate. The Haotian Furnace allows one to connect with the Haotian qi, which can suddenly expand blood and qi, doubling one's combat power!

In an instant, the two men possessed immense power and charged towards the strange, blood-red figure in the distance.

The eerie blood-red figure was enraged to see that the ants it had previously chased and fled in a sorry state dared to return and attack it. It let out a shrill scream.

With its remaining mouthparts open, it spat out a dark, gloomy gray cloud.

The golden chains were corroded and shattered into dust the moment they came into contact with the gray clouds.

Nightingale's White Tiger Qi clashed with the gray Qi, as if sinking into a ball of soft cotton, yet concealing boundless sharpness.

Nightingale was horrified to see her gauntlets being swallowed and dissolved by the gray mist at a visible speed, and she quickly let out a low shout.

With her low shout, the Haotian Furnace trembled violently, and incomparably powerful blood energy continuously burst forth, finally neutralizing the terrifying devouring power.

Fortunately, she was wearing mithril armor, and the finger guards on her hands had large holes showing through them, completely corroded.

Without protective gear, this blow would likely have corroded the flesh and bone.

Zhu Jiutong's expression changed slightly. He hadn't expected that their fierce attack would be rendered futile by this strange blood-red man, amounting to nothing more than a breath of ashes.

He hurriedly shook the gilded furnace, and after shaking it, he suddenly slapped the furnace mouth again, spitting out a wisp of blood vapor containing essence blood, which mingled with the furnace smoke.

His expression was sharp, his eyes were burning, and he continuously channeled his true energy, causing the Golden and Silver Divine Art to bloom and swirl once more.