Transcending two realms to become an earth immortal

The Yin Spirit's body exists between the real and the illusory, making it difficult to harm from ordinary weapons. It can pass through walls and disappear underground, appearing and disappearing without a trace. Even the most elite assassins in the mortal world are far inferior in terms of concealment and stealth.

Just like now, this Yin spirit used its ability to become ethereal to conceal its presence, and took advantage of the chaotic atmosphere of the battlefield to silently sneak up behind Fang Chen.

It wasn't until Fang Chen had killed three people and relaxed his mind slightly that he suddenly launched an attack... and he did so with the dignity of an old monster of the Yin God, sneaking up on a junior of the Foundation Establishment stage!

Truly insidious and ruthless, utterly shameless, displaying a touch of the demonic sect's style!

"die--!"

He went all out from the very first move!

Fang Chen felt his energy suddenly stagnate, as if the air had turned into sticky glue, binding his body tightly and making it impossible for him to move even an inch.

Immediately, under the furious gaze of Daoist Mingjun in the distance, the skeletal hand that seemed to emerge from the depths of the underworld grabbed Fang Chen and squeezed him tightly!

"No--!"

Fang Chen's body exploded with a sound, his flesh and bones turning into a cloud of blood mist in Sen Baigu's hands!

However, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Jade Bone Old Monster. Instead of showing any joy, he shouted sharply:

"What a clever escape method!"

Before the words were even finished, the burst of blood mist transformed into wisps of grayish-white smoke, which drifted away with the wind.

Fang Chen's figure had already appeared silently a few feet away from Daoist Mingjun, his face slightly pale, and his eyes filled with a chilling killing intent.

This is the [Taiyi Misty Clouds and Earthly Carriage Escape Technique]!

"You do have some skills." The pale, ghostly figure formed from the Yin spirit of the Jade Bone Old Monster rippled slightly. "To escape from my sneak attack with such a technique... when did the Zheng Yang Dao produce someone like you?"

Without hesitation, he extended his giant skeletal claw from the void once more, carrying an even more chilling deathly aura than before, and slammed it down on Fang Chen's head!

"Junior brother—!"

With a roar, Daoist Mingjun strode forward, blocking Fang Chen's path, and raised a simple, ancient bronze lamp.

There was no open flame inside the lamp, only a dim yellow halo, like twilight settling in, swaying quietly.

This is the [True Yang Spirit Lamp], a sacred artifact passed down through the True Yang Path. It can draw upon the True Fire of the Great Sun, and its wick is imbued with the embers of the Yang God's fire from the past world. Even amidst this turbid world, its light, like the setting sun, still possesses extraordinary power!

In an instant, the dim yellow halo spread like a tide, transforming into a layer of light curtain.

The giant skeletal hand slammed onto the light screen, like a hot knife cutting through oil. The remaining snow, upon encountering the sunlight, hissed and cracked rapidly, dissipating into wisps of yin energy.

"The True Yang Spirit Lamp?" The Jade Bone Old Monster's Yin spirit retreated, his tone grim. "You're only at the Foundation Establishment stage, how could you activate this lamp? Could it be... that you've taken the [Sacrifice to Burn the Spirit Pill]?"

[Sacrifice Yourself to Burn the Divine Pill] It consists of two pills, Yin and Yang. Taking the Yang pill allows one to burn one's own essence, blood, and soul to gain temporary combat power. However, if the Yin pill is not taken in time to neutralize it, one will surely be annihilated... I never expected this junior to have such courage!

"Now that you've come to our doorstep, do you expect us to offer our necks for slaughter?" Mingjun's face was deathly pale, his eyes revealing a ruthless and decisive glint. "Today, let's settle this with a fight to the death and see who has the last laugh!"

The halo of the spirit lamp gradually expanded, and its dim yellow light made his face appear dark and ferocious.

The Jade Bone Old Monster instinctively felt a sense of apprehension. Although he knew that the opponent was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, even with the Spirit Lamp in hand, how much power could he unleash? He could take him down with a small price to pay.

Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. But today, he wasn't the only one here.

If we really fight without regard for the cost, and if we accidentally injure someone's soul or expose a weakness, I'm afraid those two "fellow Daoists" behind me will not hesitate to kill them!

The moment this thought arose, an unexpected change occurred in the scene.

"Heh heh heh... The Zhengyang Path has indeed nurtured some promising talents, but it's a pity that we disciples of the Xuanmen rarely see such character!"

Countless distorted and bizarre sounds suddenly exploded in their ears, and a strangely shaped shadow appeared in the hall at some unknown time.

Its form was hazy and distorted, sometimes large, sometimes small, flashing past the shadows of various livestock. Finally, it transformed into a figure with handsome features and a perfect physique, seemingly embodying all the most beautiful women in the world… [Creating Livestock Sect], the Form-Refining Old Monster!

"Indeed, indeed!" Dark clouds drifted in from mid-air, carrying countless spirits. A deep shadow uttered a chilling voice, "You two young friends possess excellent character; why not enter my Soul-Summoning Banner and become eternal spirit servants of my Xuanmen?"

A gray-black banner appeared in the shadow's hand. The banner was made of human skin, interwoven with dark red bloodstains, outlining a blood-red human figure without lips or teeth, raising its arms high, moving with the banner, and opening its mouth to shout silently.

Moreover, as the banner fluttered, the wails of ten thousand souls seemed to seep out, chilling and eerie... This was the mysterious old monster of the Soul-Seizing Sect, wielding his natal magic weapon, the Soul-Summoning Banner!

At that time, the three great demonic monsters gathered in this dilapidated dojo!

The remaining array of the temple let out a final mournful cry before completely collapsing.

Outside the hall, sporadic, short screams and demonic roars could be heard. These were the surviving disciples and elders of the Zhengyang Path, being surrounded and slaughtered by demons from three evil sects.

Blood soaked the blue bricks, and corpses lay scattered on the corridor. The remaining few dozen people huddled back to back in front of the hall, their faces ashen, the magical artifacts in their hands dimming, like trapped beasts.

Inside the hall, three demons formed a pincer movement, subtly surrounding the two figures. A chilling aura, foul and malevolent energy, and pale, bone-fire intertwined and permeated the space, firmly locking the two within.

"What a fine magic artifact." The Jade Bone Old Monster's voice was like the friction of bone fragments. "The forty-eight Earthly Fiend Restrictions are perfectly formed. If I were to obtain it, I might be able to glimpse the secrets of the Day Traveler. My two young friends, as long as you offer this lamp, you will have a place to stand in the Xuanmen."

"A foothold?" Mingjun's face was numb, devoid of joy or sorrow, his voice hoarse. "Will I stand inside your bellies, or hang on the summoning banner as a malevolent spirit?"

"Young friend, you are mistaken." A hoarse whisper came from the shadows of the Old Monster Youxuan, like the howling of countless dead souls. "Now that heaven and earth are collapsing, all living beings suffer. Mortals die of hunger and cold, and ghosts wander the earth. Enter my banner, and you will enjoy eternal bliss. This is a great merit and a great virtuous result; how can it be considered cannibalism?"

"Excellent." The old monster of the Form Refining Sect nodded, his voice gentle yet chilling. "The physical body is nothing but a discardable thing; the soul is the eternal truth. Shed your old shell, enter my Xuanmen, and you will attain great freedom. This is not a plot, but an opportunity to transcend this turbid world!"

"Transcendence?" Fang Chen raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the three old monsters, his tone icy. "Extracting souls and refining spirits is transcendence, skinning and creating beasts is transcendence, even extracting marrow from the living is transcendence... So, these corpses filling the hall should thank you all for your grace of transcendence?"

He paused, his voice turning cold:

"Keep this favor for yourselves!"

The old monster who practiced body tempering sighed softly, his voice gentle, yet his words carried a chilling edge:

"Stubbornness and ignorance will lead you astray."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the hall froze.

A chilling aura, a foul and malevolent intent, and a deathly chill—like three invisible shackles—suddenly tightened, and an intangible killing intent, like a spider web, subtly shrouded the entire area.

The void almost solidified into a tangible form, and the dim yellow light flickered erratically under this triple pressure, its flame swaying like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Life and death hang in the balance, a hair's breadth away!

However, at that very moment, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the sky above the palace:

"What kind of demon dares to presume that the Righteous Yang Path has no one to rely on?!"