Transcending two realms to become an earth immortal

The Zhengyang Taoist temple was a scene of broken walls and ruins, with bloodstains covering the ground, resembling a ghostly realm.

In the center of the temple, Shangming and Shangde sat cross-legged before the headless evil body, their hands forming the Xuanpin Seizing Body Mudra and their mouths chanting secret incantations.

Daoist Mingjun stood before him, holding the Zhengyang Spirit Lamp, its flame shimmering like a veil. Fang Chen, on the other hand, held the dark blue sword gourd suspended in front of his chest, its mouth emitting a faint light that locked onto the energy in front of him.

As soon as the incantation was uttered, a fierce gust of cold wind suddenly arose.

The blood, filth, and scattered flesh that had not yet congealed in the temple, along with the remnants of souls, all transformed into a dark red, foul stream that surged towards the land.

The technique used by the two was the "Three Corpses Sacrifice Technique".

This technique reverses the principle of attaining enlightenment by severing the three corpses. Instead, it uses external malevolent spirits and evil thoughts to cultivate the "Three Corpse Gods" described by the Taoist school—Peng Ju, Peng Zhi, and Peng Qiao—to correspond to the roots of delusion, anger, and lust. With these, it forcibly seizes the host's three souls and seven spirits, taking away their Taoist body. This is a first-rate demonic and evil technique.

Now is the time to cast the spell!

"The light of the fetus transforms into Peng Ju, and from this arises the insatiable desire."

When the Supreme Virtue True Man drew his seal, the filthy blood and yin energy of the surrounding demons poured into his body, causing his pure spirit to turn dark gray-blue, making people uneasy and their souls sway, giving rise to endless delusions and greed.

"The spirit of joy dwells in Penglai, yet anger and delusion have no end."

The Yin spirit of the Supreme True Man also transformed into a pale, illusory figure. A single glance at it would stir up a multitude of distracting thoughts, causing restlessness and eventually leading to madness and the fall into the demonic path.

The two corpses converged, their energies interacting. The two lit the Yang Spirit Lamp, and the flame suddenly blazed brightly, its brilliant light shining on the evil body, causing countless human-faced tumors to instantly melt away with mournful cries.

"Shangyang! If you don't wake up now, when will you?!" they shouted in unison, their voices shaking the entire temple.

In an instant, a pale, numb face with familiar features struggled to grow on the largest human-faced tumor—it was none other than the Lord of Zhengyang!

Sensing the impending doom, the remaining spirit instantly understood its dire situation. It then forcefully controlled the mutated body, forming a final hand seal, its lips moving as it silently chanted:

"Peng Qiao stole the essence of the underworld, and lust pervaded his body."

As the incantation ended, a tall, dark, and distorted phantom suddenly appeared behind the headless corpse, as if symbolizing the collection of all greed, obsession, and depraved desires in the world. Looking at it, one's instincts were agitated, and one's mind was clouded.

From then on, Peng Ju, Peng Zhi, and Peng Qiao, the three corpses, gathered together!

As if summoned, the malevolent resentment in the world surged forth, the energy of the three corpses fused and solidified, and the evil surged.

The three immortals dared not wait any longer. The three corpse gods they had transformed into turned into streams of light and rushed into the headless evil body!

"With my soul and essence, I secure your three corpse roots. External evils seize your body, and inner demons arise from this!"

This thing is a strange creature formed from the filth of heaven and earth. It is formless and intangible, and has no concept of a human body, three souls, or seven spirits.

However, the [Creation of Animals - Human Transformation] technique that the Old Monster Lianxing used before his death forcibly distorted his form with the power of evil creation, temporarily giving him the appearance of a human body, and instead giving him the position of three corpses, three souls and seven spirits.

It was precisely this sliver of opportunity that made it possible for the three True Immortals to succeed in their method of abandoning their bodies and seizing possession of another's body.

With the incantation and magic combined, the Three Corpse Gods began to steal the position of the three souls of that evil body!

When the evil body is invaded, the boundless ferocity and malevolent thoughts inherent in its nature erupt violently.

Countless distorted, grotesque faces emerged from every inch of flesh and blood, some angry, some confused, some violent, some desperate... all embodying an overwhelming, unyielding hatred.

I hate the eight sufferings of life, I hate the collapse of the earth, I hate the overturning of the heavens and the turmoil of the world!

This boundless hatred transformed into an inescapable obsession, the agony of the sky collapsing and the resentment of a hopeless life, like a raging tide, frantically impacting the three corpse gods transformed from the three true beings!

This is a situation of mutual devouring and contamination. The Three Corpse Gods plunder the bodies of evil spirits, while the resentment and madness of the thousands of vengeful ghosts also erode and contaminate the Yin God's true form.

Fang Chen and Daoist Mingjun could clearly see that the faces of their three senior uncles, transformed from their Yin spirits, were undergoing terrifying changes. Sometimes a greedy, sinister smile would appear; sometimes a lustful, dazed expression would surface; and sometimes, a brutal, bloodthirsty rage would erupt…

It is dominated by the Three Corpses, who seek to control the evil body. The filth contained within the evil body also erodes, distorts, and amplifies the evil thoughts within it.

If they are not careful, and the possession fails, the three elders will be completely transformed into evil beings, never to be freed!

Therefore, every attack is a life-or-death struggle.

The evil spirit seemed to be enraged, and its flesh and blood began to expand and contract irregularly. It was soft and boneless to the touch, with blood vessels inside that pulsed slowly with its breath. There was also a pervasive stench of yin evil, like a festering wound on the earth.

"This thing... is Tai Sui?!" Mingjun exclaimed in shock, his face turning deathly pale.

Fang Chen's heart sank.

Tai Sui, also known as the fleshy Lingzhi, is said to be a malevolent creature formed from the turbid air of the earth, the corpses of countless spirits, and the resentment of those who died unjustly. It is neither alive nor dead, neither spirit nor monster, and it is an evil creature born from the blood, flesh, and souls of countless people who died violently. No wonder it has the ability to evolve into thousands of human faces and to parasitize in a bizarre way!

"Junior brother, if this continues, I'm afraid our senior uncles won't be able to hold on!" Mingjun said anxiously.

A cold glint flashed in Fang Chen's eyes, and he no longer hesitated.

He suddenly raised the sword gourd, and the surrounding mist and clouds surged forth, but he forcibly gathered and refined them with his exquisite magic power, merging them into the gourd.

Before long, a thick, gray mist, faintly gleaming with a metallic chill, burst forth from the gourd's mouth.

This was no ordinary mist; rather, it was a cloud formed by him transforming the light of his hundred-refined sword into the mist, creating a spiritual cloud that swirled around his finger. Within this cloud lay a fine, fierce, and sharp sword aura.

The spiritual clouds descended, precisely enveloping the evil body of Tai Sui.

The sword energy in the clouds was like millions of fine needles, cutting and slicing through the countless tiny vengeful ghosts and resentful thoughts on the surface of the Tai Sui, annihilating and refining them one by one, thus replenishing the power of the sword cloud, while cleverly avoiding the location of the three uncles' Yin spirits... Such exquisite control of magical power, although not reaching the realm of "magic possessing primordial spirit", is still terrifying!

In an instant, amidst the shroud of clouds and mist, countless vengeful ghosts wailed mournfully, as if being subjected to a thousand cuts and a thousand slices of torture, sending chills down one's spine.

The fog obscured his vision, making Mingjun even more anxious to apply the color:

"Junior brother, can Master and the others... succeed?"

Fang Chen gazed into the depths of the clouds and mist, without turning around, and simply replied:

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate."

Mingjun's expression changed several times, but he ultimately remained silent.

Before long, the wailing in the mist gradually weakened, and an indescribable pressure spread out layer by layer, even making the sword energy cloud thinner and thinner.

Fang Chen and Daoist Mingjun looked solemn, though they still held onto hope, they were also prepared for the worst.

Finally, the clouds and mist completely dispersed, revealing the scene within.

A grayish-white body sat upright on the ground, its surface still bearing countless blurry human face outlines, its hands forming hand seals, exuding an extremely sinister aura.

But what is most chilling is that it has three heads growing on its neck:

The man on the left has an aged and gaunt face, with a look of sorrow and determination between his brows, yet a bloodthirsty red light flickers in his eyes; he is none other than the Supreme Immortal.

The man on the right has a resolute and solemn face with a short beard, resembling the appearance of a virtuous and wise man. However, dark blue veins are faintly visible on his forehead, revealing a sense of suppressed violence.

In the center was the face of the Lord of Zhengyang Dao, but it was blank and empty, with unfocused eyes, and only his lips moved slightly, as if he was chanting silently.

Three heads in one body, and below the neck, it is the evil body of Tai Sui.

At this moment, three pairs of eyes opened simultaneously.

A hint of bloodlust flickered in the sorrow in the left eye, a suppressed rage beneath the fortitude in the right eye, and an empty, lifeless gaze in the middle eye… All six eyes turned toward Fang Chen and Ming Jun.

Their gazes met, a complex and unfathomable mix. A lingering sense of familiar concern mingled with a surging, bloodthirsty desire, suppressed violent restlessness, and an endless, stagnant emptiness.

Wrath, greed, ignorance, sloth, envy, pride, lust... all sorts of negative and evil thoughts originating from the Three Corpses flow endlessly in the depths of the three eyes.

The malevolent influence of the Grand Duke Jupiter was like fertile soil, nourishing all kinds of evil thoughts to become increasingly ferocious, swollen, and restless, almost bursting out of their pupils.

Ultimately, however, all the impure and evil thoughts were forcibly captured, restrained, and suppressed by the immense will, until all the restlessness gradually subsided, transforming into a numbness as if one had endured countless eons and suffered endless pain.

Yet, amidst the numbness, a glimmer of light silently ignites.

Its nature is icy, its substance is chaotic, yet it exudes an extraordinary clarity.

Three heads slowly turned to the same direction. Three faces, their lips opening and closing in unison.

A deep, hoarse voice, seemingly composed of the overlapping and harmonious sounds of countless men, women, and children, emanated from his throat, echoing deeply through the devastated temple grounds.

"Yesterday's events have all vanished with the wind. Today, we face calamity, reborn from the ashes. To protect the Daoist tradition, we will use demons to subdue evil. A malevolent spirit has entered our realm, giving birth to three heads. From this day forward—"

"The heavens collapse and the world falls, I shall be the third supreme ruler!"