Chapter 1857

He Xiao didn't seem to have died; Qianhuan's life-betting strike hadn't succeeded! He couldn't turn the tables, couldn't change his fate!

This time it was Miaozhantian's turn to persuade True Person Qianhuan: "As long as you honestly surrender and enter my divine prison cage, I can make a soul oath to ensure your soul fire doesn't extinguish, and even set up a shrine for you in the human world to accept incense offerings!"

Since victory was in sight, He didn't hope for Qianhuan to do anything like burning both jade and stone.

He was determined to have the Mirage Immortal's body and foundation. But apart from that, leaving a wisp of Qianhuan's soul wasn't a difficult task.

At their age and experience, everyone knew that it was better to live miserably than to die well.

Only by living is everything possible.

Qianhuan listened as if he didn't hear, turning around to fight with the Shadow Dragon again.

But He was perhaps exhausted, no longer as agile as before, and the ruins and floating tiles He stepped on suddenly loosened, dragging Jiaotu into a slip, his body tilting.

The Shadow Dragon seized the opportunity, opened its big mouth, and finally bit into Jiaotu's torso!

Qianhuan had been entangled with it for so long, always carefully avoiding the Shadow Dragon's big mouth, never knowing that one moment of carelessness would lead to being caught tightly.

Dozens of conical teeth embedded into Jiaotu's body simultaneously, drilling through flesh and blood.

The Shadow Dragon bit the prey and shook it violently.

Amidst the mournful cries, golden blood splashed!

However, Jiaotu made a move that even Miaozhantian didn't expect:

The latter half of His body was trapped in the Shadow Dragon's mouth, yet He raised His front claws and pressed them violently onto the wound on the back of the Shadow Dragon's head!

This angle was just right.

The crack on the back of the Shadow Dragon's head was very wide and deep; if Jiaotu used all His strength to pry, He might really pry its head off.

That would be turning defeat into victory.

This move of using His body as bait could be called quite decisive and seasoned, full of desperate heroism.

Miaozhantian had always been cautious, originally not wanting to step forward at this time, but seeing this move, His heart secretly called out "not good."

The Shadow Dragon was also unable to hold on; if pried like this again, it might suffer a disaster. Things had reached this point; He absolutely could not let Qianhuan kill the Shadow Dragon! Miaozhantian had no way out either.

Helpless, His figure flashed, rushing to Jiaotu's side, striking with all His might.

This strike was majestic, like lightning striking in mid-air, also condensing all His essence, energy, and spirit, swearing to succeed in one strike.

Jiaotu's eyes stared fixedly at Him.

But when Miaozhantian rushed to the front, Jiaotu's gaze was still looking into the distance, through the void, through the mountains and forests, even through the Haoyuan Golden Mirror, staring fixedly at He Lingchuan!

A final look; He wanted to see the enemy's appearance clearly.

Intense light flared, as if several small suns had suddenly exploded in Panlong Isolated City.

In He Lingchuan's impression, no explosion could compare to such brilliance.

Even through the Haoyuan Golden Mirror, everyone subconsciously turned their heads, afraid of being blinded.

An ancient true immortal's soul self-detonating, how could its power be comparable to an ordinary immortal? He Lingchuan looked at the city in the mirror at the first moment.

On the South Gate Square, with the location of Qianhuan's self-detonation as the center, a radius of over a hundred zhang was empty, with not even broken tiles or ruins existing.

The isolated city was a scene restoring the fall of Panlong City, originally only ruins, now just bombed into even more broken pieces. But the isolated city itself remained, only the originally indestructible city walls were blasted with one huge crack after another, some wall sections had already collapsed halfway, and others were following suit.

*Clatter, clatter*, outside the mirror, one could often hear the sound of walls collapsing.

He Lingchuan magnified the scene of the South Square, and everyone saw the Shadow Dragon's remains scattered on the ground, broken into four or five sections, the huge dragon head only half left, the cross-section melting like a candle, with stone pulp dripping, and the red light in its eyes naturally extinguished.

The current Shadow Dragon was just a damaged stone sculpture.

Qianhuan's self-detonation site became a giant pit, swallowing the entire South Gate Square, nearly five zhang deep at the center, with blue smoke curling.

He Lingchuan was very fortunate that Qianhuan's soul self-detonated in Panlong Isolated City rather than the sea of consciousness; that was a closed environment that didn't belong to it, otherwise, he didn't know what kind of damage would be done to the entire Inverted Sea.

The shockwave of the explosion was basically blocked by Panlong Isolated City, not pushed toward the sea of consciousness. But Qianhuan, as the master of the Inverted Sea, his fall would inevitably turn the sea of consciousness upside down.

Only such a huge change hadn't happened yet, nor had it been transmitted to the Inverted Sea. All living beings in the upper and lower realms only heard a *click* sound coming from deep within the earth, dull and ominous.

But those in the know all knew that Qianhuan's death and the changes in the law realm would inevitably affect reality, either fast or slow.

Zhu Xiuer had two eyes looking at He Lingchuan, still finding it hard to believe until now: "True Person Qianhuan was actually forced to death by you!"

He kid didn't even leave a glimmer of life for the other party.

He Lingchuan's gaze was calm: "All his paths to life had been cut off; this was the only thing he could do."

He naturally knew that what Qianhuan hated most, what he hoped most to blow up, must be him, He Lingchuan.

But He couldn't do it.

He Lingchuan had persuaded Him to wield the spear for the world and slay Miaozhantian, but He Lingchuan knew clearly in his heart that Qianhuan definitely didn't self-detonate for this reason.

In the Mirage Immortal's heart, what kind of world was there? He just knew that He was bound to die, so He turned His monstrous hatred into self-detonation, wanting to drag Miaozhantian into hell together.

Death was death either way; if He died stiflingly at Miaozhantian's hands, His body and foundation would be seized by Miaozhantian, just like True Lord Shenxi, still losing face for thousands of years after death.

The path He Lingchuan pointed out to Him, He had no choice.

Simply draw a period to this three-thousand-year grudge before the soul extinguished.

"Qianhuan lived miserably for three thousand years, but before dying, He looked like a hero."

Whether forced or not, Qianhuan indeed adopted such a heroic way to achieve the final swan song of life.

The Black Armor Army looked at He Lingchuan with eyes that were both fearful and respectful, fear before respect.

They had been by the Great Emperor of the Nine Netherworlds' side for a long time, always feeling he was omnipotent, but seeing He Lingchuan force a true immortal to death step by step, they still felt shocked and speechless.

This was the Inverted Sea!

Their lord actually forced the master of Lingshan to death on the ancient Mirage Immortal's turf, letting Him perish together with Miaozhantian! Such an absurd thing, even if written into a book or made into a play, no one would believe it.

Yet it happened right before their eyes, scene by scene! They clearly saw the whole process, but couldn't understand how this happened.

Just at this moment, a strange movement suddenly came from Panlong Isolated City, and He Lingchuan immediately sensed it, instantly magnifying the scene in the Haoyuan Golden Mirror: he saw that in the center of the giant pit from Qianhuan's self-detonation, the Shadow Dragon's head suddenly moved.

This movement made everyone's heart jump with fear.

The Ghost Ape squeaked twice, and Dong Rui synchronized the translation: "It's not dead?"

He Lingchuan stared fixedly: "Look clearly!"

The Shadow Dragon's stone head only had half left, the cross-section was melted, how could it still be alive? This magnitude of explosion, even Panlong Isolated City itself was damaged, and the center of the explosion shouldn't have any living things left, except—

Zhu Xiuer also murmured: "Hey, this is going to be troublesome!"

Just under everyone's gaze, the Shadow Dragon's big head moved again, and then a figure slowly stood up from the bottom of the pit.

Miaozhantian! Although He was scorched black all over, His left arm was broken at the shoulder, and His right leg was gone below the ankle, everyone could still recognize at a glance that this was the great Heavenly Demon who had been watching from the sidelines earlier.

However, Miaozhantian's current form had nothing to do with "leisurely," He threw away the shield in His hand and walked a few steps.

This shield was oval-shaped, adorned with a brilliant golden single eye pattern—this was the color Miaozhantian liked—the eyeball was originally a blood-red gemstone, but now only a pit remained.

The shield landed and broke into two pieces.

Anything that could be brought into the sea of consciousness by Miaozhantian was at least a life-bound divine weapon, yet it had been sacrificed here.

Zhu Xiuer suddenly said: "The third eye on Miaozhantian's forehead has disappeared."

It observed carefully, and when everyone looked closely, sure enough, Miaozhantian only had two eyes left.

"The eyeball on the forehead was the shield He transformed!"

"You got it backward!" He Lingchuan corrected it, "This shield was its third eye, and also the Eye of Truth obtained from the great demon Mulian!"

The Eye of Truth of the great demon Mulian had already been refined by Miaozhantian, truly becoming a part of Himself, so it could follow the soul into the enemy's sea of consciousness. Just now, Qianhuan's soul self-detonated, Miaozhantian was blocked by the Shadow Dragon, and the Eye of Truth manifested as a shield, absorbing the vast majority of the damage for Him.

Otherwise, He was basically at the center of the explosion, how could He have been spared? As Qianhuan's final means, the soul self-detonation was aimed at perishing together. Qianhuan didn't necessarily have to clean up the Shadow Dragon, but He definitely wanted to take Miaozhantian to hell.

"Fell short of success!" Dong Rui punched fiercely, heartbroken. "Qianhuan is truly unreliable; if the explosion power had been just a little bit greater, He could have blown this old woman to death!"

But everyone knew that a miss was a miss; Qianhuan's final strength before death was also running out, and He had already risked His life, yet still couldn't drag His enemy to hell.

Qianhuan was dead, the Shadow Dragon was gone, and Miaozhantian had survived to the end.

According to the rule that the winner takes all, all of the Heavenly Palace's opponents in the Inverted Sea were going to be unlucky—

Including He Lingchuan's group.

Zhu Xiuer also moved its claws uneasily: "Panlong Isolated City is collapsing."

The Shadow Dragon and Panlong Isolated City bore the full power of Qianhuan's soul self-detonation, the Shadow Dragon perished, and Panlong Isolated City couldn't hold on either, crumbling bit by bit.

Once this isolated city disappeared, Miaozhantian could return to Qianhuan's sea of consciousness, thereby seizing the Mirage Immortal's body and controlling the entire Inverted Sea!

Everyone looked at Miaozhantian's figure in the mirror, their hearts incomparably heavy.

Zhu Xiuer immediately stood out and asked He Lingchuan: "Can this mirror of yours let me jump directly into the Mirage Immortal's sea of consciousness?"

Everyone was moved.

Of everyone present, only Zhu Xiuer had the cultivation of a demon immortal. At this time, it was duty-bound.

"Living beings can't be put into the sea of consciousness; only souls can enter." He Lingchuan reached out and pressed the sharp spikes on its feet. "Auntie, you don't excel in soul attainments; even if Miaozhantian is injured, I'm afraid you won't be able to topple Him."

He said slowly: "I'll go."

Everyone was shocked: "Lord!"

That's a great Heavenly Demon! Miaozhantian took a soul self-detonation from a true immortal head-on and wasn't blown to death.