The Yin-Yang Elder stumbled back a few steps, his murky old eyes filled with shock and suspicion as he watched one ancient heroic spirit after another emerge from the mottled light and shadow.
“Such methods are akin to necromancy, violating the Heavenly Dao. How is this possible? Is there really such a Dao in the world?”
“The Great Jin Dynasty truly has a prosperous fortune. First, there was Qin Liuli’s Imperial Dao, then Meng Qin’s Dao of Space-Time, and now even Meng Qingzhou’s nameless Dao that summons ancient projections.”
“No wonder the Young Master was willing to sacrifice half of his Divine Sense, crossing billions of miles, to possess the flesh body of a near Heaven Supporting Realm powerhouse just to come to the Wilderness.”
The Yin-Yang Elder marveled, muttering to himself, “If the Young Master harvests these three Daos, he will surely be able to cross the tribulation and ascend to the Heaven Supporting Realm immediately.”
Suddenly, a trembling voice of Pu Lingzi reached his ears, “Old Ancestor… is that you?”
Old Ancestor?
The Yin-Yang Elder was stunned and turned to look at Pu Lingzi, only to see his pupils shrink into vertical slits, sweat streaming down his forehead, and his Adam’s apple bobbing uncontrollably, with an expression of utter constipation.
Several sages who had emerged from the [Space-Time Projection] expressed their emotions, either exuding terrifying pressure or roaring mountains and rivers, all exuding immense terror.
“You juniors dare to destroy my kingdom? Sky State brats, you are courting death!” The founding Emperor of Great Qian was furious, yet his voice was eerily calm.
The Taichu Emperor coldly said, “If you wish to destroy my kingdom, you must first ask for my permission.”
The fierce Yan Luo, dressed in black, looked like a night crow walking in the sunlight, surrounded by black mist. In front of him was a cultivator from the Wilderness, whose cultivation had reached the half-step Heaven Supporting Realm. In his later years, he encountered misfortune and went alone to Sky State, committing countless murders, thus earning the name Yan Luo.
“Sky State cultivators? Interesting. I didn’t kill enough in life, so I can kill more after death.” The fierce Yan Luo grinned, his mouth stretching to his ears, looking extremely eerie.
The Old Ancestor of the Pu family, with crane-like hair and a youthful face, short stature, and an inexplicably kind and amiable appearance, was now full of anger, staring at Pu Lingzi in shock and fury, and sternly asked:
“Are you a descendant of the Pu family!?”
Pu Lingzi nodded blankly, equally astonished. He never expected that Meng Qingzhou would summon his Old Ancestor, who had been dead for thousands of years.
He had only seen the Old Ancestor’s portrait in front of the ancestral tablet; otherwise, he wouldn’t have recognized him.
“Answer me, why do you have the slave mark of the Ji family on you!?” The Pu family Old Ancestor harshly reprimanded.
Pu Lingzi, with an air of self-righteousness, replied, “Following the Second Young Master of the Ji family is my greatest honor, and it brings glory to the Pu family. What, do you want to praise me?”
Despite being a late-stage Morning Glow Realm Great Being, Pu Lingzi quickly accepted the reality of his Old Ancestor being summoned.
The Pu family Old Ancestor’s hand trembled with rage, pointing at Pu Lingzi, he roared, “Unfilial descendant, unfilial descendant!”
“Do you know that when I was the head of the Pu family, the Ji family was our servant lineage, serving our family as their duty.”
“As a descendant of the family head, how can you submit to a servant lineage! Shame, utter shame!”
Pu Lingzi sneered, “Old fellow, the past is the past. The Ji family has now risen and is likely to unify Sky State, while the Pu family has long declined. The main reason we haven’t been exterminated is because of my support.”
“And you, a dead man, should not cause chaos in the mortal world. Let me send you back to where you belong.”
Hearing this, the Pu family Old Ancestor was so furious that smoke came out of his seven orifices, “Rebellion! Rebellion! You dare to order your ancestor around and grovel to a servant’s descendant. Such a descendant is not worth keeping! Today, I will right the wrongs and eliminate you, this beastly creature.”
Meng Qingzhou watched the drama with great interest, listening to their conversation with amusement.
“Enough idle chatter. Sages, since you have responded to my call, you must follow my command.”
Meng Qingzhou’s smile faded, and he said coldly, “Kill these two and erase their seven souls and six spirits!”
“Ensure they never enter the cycle of reincarnation!”
As Meng Qingzhou’s words fell, several Moon Glow Realm peak projections instantly charged at Pu Lingzi and the Yin-Yang Elder.
Pu Lingzi sneered, “Three Pure Ones Returning to Origin!”
His aura began to surge, approaching the peak of the Morning Glow Realm, with his vitality and Divine Soul continuously rising.
“So what if there are many of you? Don’t forget, I am the commander of the Mortal World, responsible for combat and killing. The more people there are, the stronger I become.”
Suddenly, an axe decapitated Pu Lingzi, and blood gushed from his neck like a crimson waterfall.
“Is that it?” The fierce Yan Luo tilted his head, his eyes disdainful.
Suddenly, a voice responded, “Of course not. Let me tell you, the attribute of Three Pure Ones Returning to Origin is… immortality!”
“Even a drop of blood can regenerate. Even if my soul is shattered, it can instantly gather like flowing water.”
“And the more I fight, the stronger I become! Every time I die, I undergo a transformation!”
Pu Lingzi’s severed neck suddenly sprouted flesh buds, forming a complete head again.
“Feel free to attack, I would be most grateful.”
Without hesitation, the Pu family Old Ancestor slapped down, this slap containing the intent to annihilate all beings, enough to kill any creature.
Boom!
The slap landed, turning Pu Lingzi into a mist of blood.
“I refuse to believe that you are truly so powerful that you could become a slave of the Ji family,” the Pu family Old Ancestor coldly said.
As if to respond, the blood mist suddenly condensed, and Pu Lingzi reformed, completely unscathed, his aura even more formidable.
“How about it?” Pu Lingzi spread his hands, a mocking smile on his face.
“A bunch of old bones, dead and still causing trouble. Times move forward, and everything past represents decay and obsolescence. Tens of thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye. The Dao you comprehended back then is not even a fraction of today’s, and you still think you can defeat me?”
The Taichu Emperor wielded a blood-colored broadsword, and with each swing, the blood-colored sword energy crisscrossed, crashing down on Pu Lingzi like a galaxy falling from the heavens.
Pu Lingzi glanced sideways, too lazy to turn around, and caught the blade between two fingers.
No matter how hard the Taichu Emperor tried, the blade couldn’t advance an inch.
“You’ve killed me twice, now it’s my turn.”
With a swift motion, Pu Lingzi’s finger pierced through the fierce Yan Luo’s chest, leaving a gaping hole.
The fierce Yan Luo, who had failed in his sneak attack, retreated with a solemn expression, “Everyone, this guy is too strong. Let’s join forces and take him down together!”
“I refuse to believe that there’s truly an immortal in this world.”
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