Chapter 409: Face-to-Face Confrontation

At the moment Lin Chuan saw Wu Shan Tonglao, Wu Shan Tonglao also saw Lin Chuan.

Their gazes faced each other across the distance.

Wu Shan Tonglao laughed, "Little brat, I didn't expect you to be so daring, still daring to stay in the Demon Abyss? Did you really think I couldn't find you?"

"You were lucky to escape the first time."

"The second time you fall into my palm, there will be no more chances."

Wu Shan Tonglao flickered and came close to Lin Chuan.

The more she looked at the young man, the more she found his aura astonishing; even a mere legend, when facing her twice, remained unruffled.

It is certainly not something an ordinary genius could achieve.

It should, as she guessed, come from a major force of a renowned orthodox sect.

"After killing him, I will hide in the lowest layer of the Demon Abyss, and even the senior elders of his sect won't dare to come after me."

Wu Shan Tonglao pondered in her heart.

A Demon Cultivator's actions don't bother with such niceties.

If one can kill, then kill.

If he doesn't kill the opponent today, when the opponent grows stronger someday, he will surely seek revenge.

Taking advantage of the unclear 'love‑hate entanglement' between this young prodigy and the Hong Lian Witch, and the fact that they dare not inform their sect elders, this is the best moment to strike.

"I won't run away."

Lin Chuan surveyed Wu Shan Tonglao; his opponent was truly the Void Deity Realm beyond the Legendary Realm.

Such a being, even in this pinnacle age, counts as a sovereign of a region, a great power capable of monopolizing a layer fifty levels down in the Demon Abyss.

This level also perfectly fits the sword‑forging theory of sentient forms he has deduced.

"Hoo—"

Lin Chuan exhaled a long breath.

After so many staged battles, even though his soul has been honed to near‑infinite proximity to the Void Deity Realm, his physical body far surpasses ordinary legends,

yet crossing this chasm is still not easy.

"Not running away?"

Wu Shan Tonglao narrowed her eyes and sneered, "Didn't expect you to still be a lovesick seed, refusing to flee just to protect the Hong Lian Witch?"

"You aristocratic scions of renowned orthodox sects are all quite rebellious, you love the Demon Cultivator women who are constantly condemned?"

"Don't worry, I'll have you buried together."

Once upon a time, she too was pursued by a righteous prodigy cultivator; the two ignited like dry wood meeting flame, sparking instantly.

Back then, she would abandon anything for love.

The more the world forbade their union, the more they proclaimed their love loudly and dramatically to everyone.

At that time she thought, the more it was forbidden, the more it proved the love's preciousness.

But what was the final outcome?

In the end, she was coerced by her lover's sect elders; to save her, her lover could only return to the orthodox path and marry a junior sister.

When they met again, she had already become the 'female demon lord' in his words.

This is reality.

Recalling that memory, Wu Shan Tonglao's face showed a manic expression; seeing Lin Chuan, she seemed to see once again the deeply beloved him of the past.

"The world does not permit you to be together legitimately."

"But death can!"

"I will help you fulfill your wish."

Wu Shan Tonglao cackled wildly, Law Power surging through her body, and lunged at Lin Chuan.

In her sight, Lin Chuan's figure split into three in an instant.

"Hm?"

"Another cloning technique?"

Wu Shan Tonglao frowned, "Both the original and the two clones are powerful, and their auras are completely different; it's a rather impressive Divine Power."

Although the reputation of 'One Breath Transforming into Three Purities' is extremely renowned, Wu Shan Tonglao had never considered it from that angle.

After all, in this world, almost no one can achieve it.

Even the successive patriarchs of the Purple Star Emperor Sect cannot.

Naturally, no one would think a young man could reach this step.

"What about three clones?"

"No matter how many ants come, they're still ants."

After a brief shock, Wu Shan Tonglao locked onto Lin Chuan's primary true form, "I won't forget your aura."

Boom!

"Burial Spirit Domain."

Lin Chuan lightly chanted, "Ten Thousand Ghosts Roam Heaven!"

A rolling black tide surged, making the already pitch‑black Demon Abyss even more sinister, shrouding it with layers of ghostly shadows.

Fierce, terrifying evil spirits roared in the black sea of spirits, clawing and lunging toward Wu Shan Tonglao.

Wu Shan Tonglao's expression shifted slightly.

During their first clash, she hadn't paid much attention.

Now, fighting again, she realized Lin Chuan's Divine Power was nothing like that of an orthodox cultivator, exuding overwhelming demonic breath, making even her feel inferior.

"This kid, is he truly from a renowned orthodox sect or a Demon Cultivator?"

"Could it be that I was led into the Demon Gate by the Hong Lian Witch?"

Wushan Tonglao spread her arms, and countless vines sprouted from her body, turning into endless minions that crossed the black sea, aiming to devour Lin Chuan.

Swish!

Suddenly, a fierce aura rushed forward.

The Second True Body, using the cover of the Burial Spirit Domain, silently slipped behind Wushan Tonglao, grasped a wooden sword, and struck down fiercely.

"I didn't even notice?"

Wushan Tonglao was surprised.

Her Primordial Spirit had already enveloped every corner of this area.

To approach her silently, one must either have a Primordial Spirit no weaker than hers, or possess a treasure that emits a shielding aura.

Clearly, it's the latter.

"A wooden sword, and you think it can cut me?"

Wushan Tonglao sneered; the Sword Intent emitted by this clone seemed fierce, but upon close perception, it possessed no killing power at all.

"All Things Heaven Swallows!"

Countless forces bearing Law Power surged through the black spirit sea toward the Second True Body.

The Second True Body did not dodge, but met the attack head‑on.

At that moment, his sword emitted a compassionate Tribe of the Spirits aura, and effortlessly sliced through all the vines.

It caused the malice attached to Wushan Tonglao's vines to vanish without a trace.

This sword does not cut the Tribe of the Spirits.

Naturally, it is not bound by the spirits' malice.

Lin Chuan's eyes brightened. "I didn't expect such a strange effect; even if it cannot kill, its defensive capability is unmatched."

"It perfectly matches my intention."

In the Living World, Lin Chuan does not have many people he wishes to kill.

His target has always been only Black Mist.

Unless it concerns the Sixth Prince of the Cloud Kingdom or self‑destructive beings like Wushan Tonglao, he will not bother to argue with them.

"What ghost thing?"

Wushan Tonglao, seeing her attack fail, grew even more shocked.

A trace of fear rose in her heart.

The young man's behavior was too strange; he was supposedly a First Realm legend that could be killed with a pinch, yet he caused her so much trouble.

"I'll let you defend! Let's see how long you can hold it."

Wushan Tonglao raged, her assault becoming fiercer.

Relying on the cover of the Burial Spirit Domain, Lin Chuan could barely hold on, but the pressure grew, and the gap between realms remained significant.

"I can't block any longer."

"To slay Wushan Tonglao, one must rely on the Third True Body's mediation of Creation; there is only one chance."

"If we lose…"

Then we can only activate the Grand Summoning Technique and reveal the Purple Star Emperor Sect's Jade Talisman.