Chapter 43: Soul Returns

The entire Molten Immortal Palace was shaking violently!

Ning Zhuo pressed his palms on the five-sided stone pillar, and his own soul power was being consumed at a terrifying speed.

His soul left his body.

His physical body was still in Fire Persimmon Immortal City, but his soul had been hooked into the Molten Immortal Palace. The physical body and soul were connected by the divine ability "Human Life Hanging by a Thread."

Ning Zhuo was only a Qi Refining cultivator, but the Buddha Heart Demon Seal was a treasure-level item. Under normal conditions, it was already very difficult for him to draw upon the power of the treasure seal.

Now, his soul and physical body were separated, and he still had to go through the "Human Life Hanging by a Thread" to sense and draw upon the Buddha Heart Demon Seal. The difficulty surged more than tenfold!

Ning Zhuo’s spiritual power and soul power plummeted like a floodgate opening.

He looked up at the ranking list, but his heart was filled with joy.

Because he saw: his name was sinking slowly. According to this trend, by the time his name carved in relief was level with the surface of the stone slab, he should be able to hide his name.

However, the sinking of the name stopped halfway.

The puppet Ning Zhuo knelt on both knees and collapsed in front of the stone pillar.

His soul power was almost exhausted. His soul had been weakened to the extreme, almost to the point of dissipating.

Ning Zhuo couldn't hold on anymore.

He drew upon the power of the treasure seal with all his might, just like an infant wielding a giant hammer; his small body could not bear it.

The next moment, his soul could no longer maintain itself, flew up rapidly from the puppet body, followed the "Human Life Hanging by a Thread," pierced through space, and returned to his physical body instantly.

Plop.

His puppet body had no soul residing in it and fell to the ground, motionless.

Ning Zhuo passed out again.

Molten Immortal Palace main hall.

The Dragon-Turtle Fire Spirit was jumping up and down in mid-air, and wherever it went, it set off surging fire waves, which was terrifying!

Suddenly, its entire body froze, because it sensed the departure of Ning Zhuo’s soul.

It opened its mouth and roared loudly!

The sound wave spread in all directions through the Molten Immortal Palace, clearing away layers of clouds and pushing aside rolling magma wherever it went.

"It’s that Dragon-Turtle Fire Spirit roaring, what on earth is it going crazy for?"

The Fire Persimmon City Lord had no choice but to go all out, opening the Fire Persimmon Immortal City array again in an emergency.

Countless emerald-green array patterns outlined the world, intersecting like a net, forming a powerful blockade.

The Fire Persimmon City Lord blew his beard and stared, his sleeves fluttering, trying hard to resist the rioting Molten Immortal Palace. He supported it for a full half-stick of incense time before he gradually stabilized the situation.

"Last time, it was the Immortal Palace being attacked by a Jin Dan demonic cultivator, almost rising into the sky."

"What happened this time?"

"Could it be that it was attacked by something again?"

The Fire Persimmon City Lord narrowed his eyes, his expression gloomy.

Ever since the Immortal Palace appeared, he had been guarding the high altitude of the mountain top, not leaving for a moment.

He was a dignified Nascent Soul level, a master of one side, personally taking the field; who would dare to sneak into the Molten Immortal Palace self-destructively?

The Fire Persimmon City Lord could be sure that ever since he guarded the mountain top sky, no outsider had entered the Immortal Palace again.

"Even if sneaking in from the mountain body, one would have to face the blockade and detection of the array, as well as the endless geothermal heat and fire evil that had not yet calmed down."

"Is this Dragon-Turtle Fire Spirit impatient?"

Ning Zhuo woke up slowly.

For a long time, his blurry vision gradually became clear.

He felt his eyelids were extremely heavy.

"This time, the soul damage is much more severe than the last time."

Ning Zhuo endured the urge to fall asleep and stood up with difficulty.

Even though he had deliberately slowed down his movements, he still felt black in front of his eyes and dizzy.

He sat up with difficulty.

This simple movement made him break out in a cold sweat, his vision was overlapping with light and shadow, and the stationary tables and chairs were constantly shaking.

He had to close his eyes first. In the darkness, the sound of his heart beating faster turned into a violent drum sound in his ears.

For a long time, he opened his eyes slowly and felt a little better.

"My physical body and soul are one, they are the original set."

The physical body can nourish the soul.

Ning Zhuo could feel better precisely because of this point.

But this speed was too slow, too slow. Ning Zhuo had to race against time, so he had to take medicine.

He stood up slowly, left the bed, activated the mechanism, and opened the basement.

He leaned on everything that could support him, moving like a snail. He couldn't move too fast, to prevent himself from fainting again.

When he walked to the middle of the stairs, he could no longer support himself and sat down slowly.

He curled up his body and leaned his head against the stair railing.

Uncomfortable, heavy, weak, dizzy to the point of wanting to vomit, and extreme sleepiness!

He lowered his head, feeling his head had swollen several times larger, while his spine was weak, like a branch that was about to wither completely.

He closed his eyes again, and in the darkness, listened quietly to his heartbeat like a war drum.

He hunched his back, as if an invisible weight like a mountain was pressing on him.

Trying to crush him!

"Hehehe." Ning Zhuo laughed out loud instead.

The more complex the mechanical artifact, the more he wanted to study it clearly. The more difficult the situation, the more it could stimulate the fighting desire hidden in his bones on weekdays!

His face was as pale as paper, covered in cold sweat, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, outlining a slightly crazy smile.

Very quickly, his smile converged to nothing.

He opened his eyes again, and his pupils were filled with cold light of determination.

"It’s feasible!"

"Using the Buddha Heart Demon Seal can allow me to continue to hide my name."

"This was left to me by Mother, and it is also my only chance."

"If I can't even grasp this, then I have failed Mother, and I am too useless!"

Ning Zhuo stood up with difficulty again, every inconspicuous movement exhausting all his strength.

He walked down the stairs, stuck to the wall, and finally came to the cabinet.

He endured the dizziness, opened the cabinet door with trembling hands, took out the pill bottle, and pulled off the bottle stopper with difficulty.

When pouring out the pills, his hands and feet were weak and he couldn't see clearly, spilling many on the ground.

But he finally ate them.

The medication was successful, and Ning Zhuo leaned against the wall and sat on the ground slowly. He lowered his head and fell into a deep sleep the next moment.

When he woke up again, it was already late at night.

His state had improved significantly.

Before, everything he saw had double images, and a slight movement would make the world spin.

But now, his vision was only a bit blurry, and only when he turned his head too fast would double images appear.

Using the power of pills was far more efficient than sleeping. Otherwise, why would alchemy be rated as the first of the hundred arts of cultivation?

Ning Zhuo picked up the pills spilled on the ground, cleaned them, and put them back into the medicine bottle.

There were not many of these pills left, so he had to be as frugal as possible.

"It’s best to stock up in large quantities."

"During the entire process of pulling the soul into the palace, soul power is being consumed. Therefore, the demand for soul-nourishing pills will become higher and higher."

"For me, the situation is even more serious."

"Even if I bought a lot of soul-nourishing pills, I couldn't bring them into the Molten Immortal Palace and couldn't take medicine inside the palace."

"I must directly raise the foundation of my own soul, at least double it. Only then can I support myself longer and achieve hiding my name on a ranking list." ===== CHAPTER 44 =====