Transcending two realms to become an earth immortal

When the time comes, storms can rise from nowhere!

As the night deepened and the clouds churned, a colossal hand suddenly emerged, its five fingers, as sturdy as mountains, piercing straight through the gray mist and grasping the demon in its palm.

It was nothing more than a piece of smoke and mist, pure white as jade, and had little killing power. However, Fang Chen had already secretly concealed more than a hundred thin, cicada-wing-like gold and iron blades in his palm.

With a single grip, a series of "thuds" were heard as the sharp blades pierced the demon's body, cutting deep enough to see bone, as if being sliced ​​by a thousand knives. This caused the clouds and mist to suddenly be stained with a faint layer of blood!

"Hooray—!!!!!"

A piercing scream, so mournful it seemed inhuman, suddenly rang out, like a gong being torn apart or like iron being scraped against each other, stabbing painfully to the ears and chilling one to the bone.

Several weaker individuals in the arena were already dizzy and unsteady on their feet. If observed with spiritual eyes, their souls could be seen trembling amidst the howling, almost leaving their bodies!

Fang Chen stood in mid-air, his green robes fluttering, his gaze sweeping over the demon in his palm:

"Unexpectedly, it's a mandrill."

The Classic of Mountains and Seas records: "In the south there is a giant from Gan, with a human face, long arms, a black body covered in hair, and backward-facing heels. When he sees people laughing, he laughs too, covering his face with his lips, and then he flees."

The *Shenyi Jing* also states: "In the deep mountains of the west, there is a being called Shan Sao; offending him causes one to experience chills and fever."

The creature before me resembled a monkey but was covered in black fur. Its arms were longer than knee-length, its claws were like iron hooks, and its red eyes gleamed eerily in the mist. Saliva dripped from its mouth, and a fishy stench filled the air. It was none other than the mountain spirit.

Moreover, it was shrouded in resentment and had an indescribable stench. It was not a monster that ate the essence of the sun and moon in the mountains and forests, but a vile creature that liked to devour human brains and flesh!

However, this creature is a mountain spirit that feeds on human souls and is therefore a demon. It should have been exterminated by human law long ago. Why is it allowed to wreak havoc on the human world?

Fang Chen had been hiding in the shadows, intending to catch the mastermind behind it all, but after observing for a long time, he found that there was only this one strange person, which aroused his suspicion.

However, there was no time to worry at this moment. With a flick of his hand, the giant cloud palm suddenly closed!

Even if the mountain demon had the strength to tear tigers and leopards apart, it would still be torn to pieces and beheaded by this grip that felt like a thousand cuts!

Those who survived the scene were all horrified and speechless upon seeing this.

Fang Xia and the manor manager and others were ordinary servants; they had never seen such methods before.

But the once纨绔 (spoiled young master) was now soaring through the air, his magic profound, like a true Taoist cultivator or an immortal.

The crowd stood there stunned, as if witnessing a legend, their hearts filled with indescribable turmoil.

Fang Qingling looked up, her eyes sparkling with a strange light, and she gently bit her lip, as if she had made a decision in secret.

Uncle Fang's eyes widened in shock.

However, when his gaze fell upon the swirling blood mist, his expression suddenly changed... The mist surged and twisted, instantly taking shape, transforming into a head with a withered face and wide-open eyes. It was none other than the manor manager who had died in the mouth of the demon earlier!

As this strange phenomenon occurred, more than a dozen heads emerged from the blood mist, their expressions ranging from utter terror and despair to numbness and blankness, and from malevolent resentment to ferocity. These were the remnants of the victims' souls, their faces still bearing the deepest hatred for all living beings!

"Waaaaah—!!"

A sudden gust of cold wind arose, and a phantom-like figure abruptly broke free from the blood mist!

Its head still resembled a mandrill, but from its abdomen down, countless arms, heads, and eyes began to grow out in dense, swirling motions. Its lower body transformed into a mass of writhing, pale tentacles, moving as if to devour someone, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

Such a horrifying appearance caused several people in the room to faint on the spot, their hearts breaking with fear.

This demon actually abandoned its physical body, its soul leaving its body in an attempt to break free from the restraints of the [Primordial Qi Great Capture]!

But as soon as his soul appeared, a giant hand of mist emerged from the darkness, obscuring all directions, and grabbed him!

"Having noticed the unusual aura emanating from Tanaka long ago, how could I not have guarded against your 'golden cicada shedding its shell' trick?"

Fang Chen sneered and gestured with his left hand, and the Zhengyang Spirit Lamp was swept up by the clouds and mist.

With a flick of his finger, the lamp wick blazed brightly, its light intense. The lamp oil, refined with spiritual blood, whale oil, and magical power, burned fiercely, emitting rings of bright yellow light that rippled outwards like a tide.

When the halo touched the mandrill's soul, the heads attached to it instantly felt as if they were being exposed to frost under the scorching sun, letting out mournful howls before being burned to ashes in the flames.

This Zheng Yang Spirit Lamp combines the five elements with the five metals and uses heavenly fire as its fuel, making it most effective in suppressing evil spirits and ghosts.

"This creature is called a spirit, but it is actually a ghost. It cultivates by devouring living souls... and the dynasty's dragon energy is not reacting. There must be something fishy about this."

Fang Chen pondered for a moment, then decided to activate the spirit lamp and refine it into a Yin soldier to command.

However, at this very moment, a sudden change occurred—

Deep within the mandrill's soul, a wisp of murky yellow light quietly appeared.

In an instant, everyone in the room smelled a foul, earthy, and pungent stench... It was not a smell that should exist in the human world, but rather seemed to seep out from the underworld!

At the same time, layers of dim yellow vapor, like mist and miasma, emanated from the core of its soul. Wherever it passed, the magical fire retreated step by step and gradually went out.

Upon witnessing this strange phenomenon, the mountain demon raised its head and roared angrily, its ferocity surging. Before everyone's eyes, its body rose higher and higher, twisting and expanding, as if about to transform into a tangible yet intangible monster!

But at this moment—

Everyone felt that everything before their eyes suddenly vanished.

Heaven and earth were silent, all things were empty, only a dark sword light, deathly still and chilling to the bone, remained... Born from the darkness, it slashed through the void!

In an instant, his vision returned.

The crowd saw the monster standing frozen in mid-air, its astonishment still lingering on its face, but its entire soul was like sand in the wind, annihilated inch by inch, completely dissipating into the world without leaving a trace.

At this moment, Fang Chen's clear, cold voice finally reached everyone's ears:

"You wretched creature, do you really think I am some foolish villain from a storybook, someone who will allow you to succumb to demonic possession on the eve of battle and give you a chance to turn the tables?"

The moment he sensed something was wrong, Fang Chen didn't hesitate and used his trump card.

That [Mysterious Yin Soul-Slaying Sword Talisman] is a simplified version of the [Mysterious Yin Life-Slaying Soul-Slaying Talisman Sword]!

Once this sword is drawn, unless one's cultivation is comparable to that of a Yin God True Person, death and annihilation are inevitable.

"I originally intended to forge the complete talisman sword when I reached the Foundation Establishment stage, as a trump card for self-preservation. I never imagined that the backlash from this simplified version of the sword talisman would be so terrifying..."

Fang Chen lowered his eyes, looking at the vermilion gourd in his hand that had exploded due to the backlash of the evil energy. He then glanced at the dripping blood on his right hand. His heart sank, but his expression remained unchanged. Only a thin layer of mist quietly covered the wound before he floated down from mid-air.

Although the demon had already been annihilated, it left behind something in its place.

It was a small clump of soil, only the size of a fingertip, but it was a dark, murky yellow, and it felt cold and piercing to the touch, with a faint aura of the underworld flowing through it.

Fang Chen used his magic to summon it, focused his attention on it for a moment, and then his expression changed:

"How could this thing...appear in the mortal world?!"