Chapter 2390

A thunderous roar echoed.

Ten zhang ahead of the youth, a massive crystal wall flashing with seven-colored light appeared out of nowhere.

The thunderball sun, amid a howling sound, slammed into it, instantly shooting out countless blue arcs that coiled around, over a dozen suns bursting open, transforming into a tremendous force that shot skyward, as if it wanted to tear apart and devour everything.

Faced with such terrifying power, the seven-colored crystal wall merely flickered slightly before absorbing it all without reaction, not even a ripple reaching the black-robed youth behind it.

Instead, at this moment, the entire sky suddenly darkened, and a near-transparent glass-like giant hand tore through the void and appeared.

This sky-hoisting giant hand was smooth and crystalline all over, with countless golden runes flowing across its surface; as the five fingers spread and grabbed downward, the entire sky trembled, enveloped by an indescribable force below.

With a "bang" sound.

Somewhere several thousand zhang away, a ripple occurred, and a burly Nascent Soul figure stumbled out from the void.

This Nascent Soul, which had already fled to such a distant place, was abruptly interrupted in its teleportation by a sudden surge of powerful force and was shoved out of the void.

Fang Yi's Nascent Soul, revealed in form, wore an expression of mixed shock and anger; before he could even think of casting another spell to enter the void, the giant hand in midair blurred and strangely appeared above his Nascent Soul's head, a finger like a sky-hoisting pillar lightly tapping down.

With a "puff" sound, the Nascent Soul exploded directly without even a grunt, unable to withstand even a fraction of this finger's force.

After the giant hand sucked in the specks of spiritual light that the Nascent Soul had turned into, it gave a pleased flicker in the wind and vanished.

The black-robed youth waved his hand again, and the crystal wall before him shattered and dissipated into nothing, yet strangely, he did not then ride the blood river beneath him away; instead, he turned around, glanced in another direction, and said lightly:

"Having watched this play for so long, shouldn't you two come out now?"

But that direction remained utterly silent, with not the slightest abnormality appearing.

"Hmph, to refuse a toast is to drink a forfeit!"

Seeing this, the black-robed youth's eyebrows shot up violently, and a finger followed, pointing seemingly at random.

In the sky over there, a red light flashed, and a crimson arc of lightning chopped downward; as the electric light flickered, the nearby void rippled and surged.

"You already knew we were here." A surprised voice suddenly came from what seemed like empty void.

Next, that place flashed with crystalline cold light, and a man and a woman appeared, one after the other.

Both wore white robes, but the man had silver-gold spiritual patterns inscribed on both sides of his face, his features actually somewhat resembling Han Li.

The woman was beautiful and icy, her skin snow-white and crystalline, giving off a feeling of extreme cold.

These two were precisely the white-robed man formed from the Six-Winged Frost Centipede and the Ice Phoenix forced to accompany it.

They should have been far above the Lei Ting Continent, yet somehow they had come to Blood Heaven.

"With this little concealment ability, you still want to hide from my senses? You're seriously underestimating me. As for you two, you're somewhat interesting—you both possess ice-attribute true spirit variant bloodlines, which are rare even in the Immortal Realm. Well, I'm in a good mood today, so I can spare your lives. From now on, you two will follow by my side and be my spiritual slaves. For this descent into the lower realm, I happen to lack two runners." The black-robed youth glanced at the two, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but his tone was light as he gave the order.

"Immortal Realm, spiritual slaves. You are a true immortal from the upper realm. This is impossible; since ancient times, all realms have lost contact with the True Immortal Realm—how could a true immortal still descend to the lower realm?" The youth formed from the Six-Winged Frost Centipede, despite his extremely sinister thoughts, couldn't help but cry out in shock upon hearing those words.

The Ice Phoenix, upon hearing this, also changed expression, her face full of doubtful uncertainty."Hmph, all realms? Only this little group of realms you're in has truly lost contact. As for the True Immortal Realm, it's not that it cannot re-establish communication with your realm group—it's just that the cost is too great, and those fellows simply aren't willing to do something so unprofitable." The black-robed youth snorted, appearing unconvinced.

Upon hearing these words, the Six-Winged Frost Centipede secretly felt a jolt of alarm in his heart, and combined with having previously witnessed the opponent effortlessly slay three Mahayana beings with astonishing divine abilities, he was now about half convinced of the opponent's true immortal identity.

However, to have him again become something like a "spiritual pet" to the opponent—no matter how great the opponent's background—would absolutely not be agreed to, not even a hundred and twenty times over.

"I'll give you ten breaths to consider; if you don't agree, hehe……" Seeing the Six-Winged Frost Centipede's face wavering between cloud and clear, the black-robed youth chuckled and spoke the threatening words.

"No need for ten breaths—I can give you an answer right now. Be my spiritual slave! Stop daydreaming—even if you now kneel and kowtow three times to me, there's absolutely no possibility." The youth formed from the Six-Winged Frost Centipede, after hearing this, pondered briefly, then suddenly revealed a trace of mockery and spoke decisively.

"What did you say? Dare to speak such words to me." The black-robed youth found it hard to believe what he had heard; his face instantly filled with blue aura, and simultaneously, a murderous aura that seemed to pierce heaven and earth erupted from his body, rolling outward in all directions.

After this murderous aura swept through the nearby void, it twisted and blurred, and moreover, strands of white traces appeared out of nowhere, as if this space were about to be torn apart directly.

Seeing this, the Six-Winged Frost Centipede said nothing, moved his arm, and actually punched his own chest heavily; immediately, a mass of blue essence blood, together with a crystalline round bead, spurted out.

As soon as this bead flew out, light and shadow swirled around it, actually transforming into a pair of crystalline feather wings; after a flash, they immediately attached to his back.

At the same time, the Six-Winged Frost Centipede shook his sleeve, scooped up the Ice Phoenix beside him, and after a tumble, immediately transformed into his original form—a snow-white frost centipede.

However, on its back were not only three pairs of wings, but also an additional fourth pair of crystalline wings that had appeared out of nowhere, formed from the round bead.

The snow-white centipede, with eight wings moving, let out a "whoosh" and turned into a white line that shot out from its original spot; after another flash, it vanished into the void, leaving only a "hiss-hiss" sound of tearing through the air, faintly coming from an extremely distant place.

Such an astonishing escape technique even caused the black-robed youth's pupils to contract, but he immediately returned to normal and said:

"Still foolish—do you really think you can escape from my grasp just by relying on such an escape technique?"

As his words fell, the blood river beneath the black-robed youth's feet suddenly inverted and surged wildly onto his body; in just a few breaths, not a single drop remained, all having been sucked into his body.

Instantly, an aura several times stronger than before exploded within his body.

The black-robed youth shook his sleeve, about to activate some secret technique to pursue……

But just then, a "puff" sound came from nowhere; countless purple-gold runes suddenly appeared around him, swirling, and then transformed into a golden, gleaming talisman chain that lunged at his body.

The black-robed youth's face changed, yet for some reason he stood in place, neither dodging nor avoiding.

A thunderclap in clear skies!

A layer of purple-gold light coiled around his body; after his body trembled, the terrifying aura he had just released instantly vanished completely.

At the same time, the black-robed youth's face turned even paler; he opened his mouth and spat out a mass of pale silver essence blood, and the purple-gold light on his body blurred before dissipating and disappearing.

Then he raised his face, gazed deeply in the direction the Six-Winged Frost Centipede had fled, and murmured a few sentences lightly.

"Although it's only a small realm, the suppression of the realm's power is indeed not something I can counter. However, even if I only use two or three parts of magic power and a little over half of my divine abilities, two low-realm spiritual objects trying to escape from my grasp is still out of the question. Anyway, a blood sacrifice is required only once every several months; taking this time, I might as well have some fun with you two. I only hope these two playthings' escape attempts are exciting enough to lift my spirits for a while."

The black-robed youth said the last few sentences, his voice suddenly turning cold; then he shook his large sleeve, and a seven-colored auspicious cloud appeared beneath his feet, lifting him as he pursued through the void.

His escape speed was not actually too fast; he seemed quite at ease.

Two days later, in the belly of a nameless small mountain, in a temporarily opened crude cave dwelling, a man and a woman sat facing each other, eyes closed, legs crossed in meditation.

They were precisely the white-robed man, an alias of the Six-Winged Frost Centipede, and the Ice Phoenix.

After a while, the Six-Winged Frost Centipede opened his eyes, opened his mouth, and exhaled a mass of white, misty cold air.

Sensing this, the Ice Phoenix also stirred, opened her beautiful eyes, glanced at the Six-Winged Frost Centipede, and then her expression showed a hint of complexity as she asked:

"Have you recovered the true essence you previously consumed? The previous escape technique, even ordinary Mahayana cultivators cannot easily perform it. Also, it's thanks to you somehow obtaining that strange treasure from somewhere, actually transforming it into a fourth pair of spiritual wings; otherwise, it would have been absolutely impossible to escape with your life from that person's hands."

"Hmph, these years I've spent deep in the barbarian wilderness were not wasted; I've also had a few decent opportunities. Wanting me to become someone else's slave—even if it's a true immortal—is just wishful thinking. As for true essence, you needn't worry; I still have the nascent yin star energy I just absorbed in my body; this loss will quickly be made up. However, if I could early on find the hiding place of the Nascent Yin clan, learn their method of communicating with stellar power, and achieve a true physical body, then even if that person descended as a true immortal, he might not necessarily be unable to match me in a fight." The Six-Winged Frost Centipede snorted, a cold light flashing in his eyes as he spoke.

"This is also your bad luck. Who would have thought that the Nascent Yin clan, which has dwelled on the Lei Ting Continent since ancient times, would suddenly decide to relocate the entire clan to Blood Heaven? If you hadn't painstakingly tracked them all the way here, now you probably still couldn't achieve your wish. However, relying on this to oppose a true immortal is still somewhat daydreaming." The Ice Phoenix's face alternated between cloud and clear for a while before she coldly said:

"If it were a true immortal at peak strength, naturally there would be no hope. But if a true immortal descends directly in a true immortal's body, suppressed by the realm's power, his strength can only display three or four tenths at best—not bad, at most comparable to a somewhat powerful true spirit, roughly the same strength. I can handle that. As long as you give me a few hundred years, I would…… oh no, he's actually come after us again."

The six-winged one spoke calmly for two sentences, then suddenly his face changed drastically, and he let out a startled cry.