Chapter 866

Three days later.

A man with an ordinary appearance and dark skin walked out of Lingtian Pass with the crowded crowd.

His footsteps paused for a moment at the boundary marker engraved with the two characters "Lingtian".

"Although Ye Lingtian is dead, he has at least left some traces in this world."

After muttering to himself, the man went toward the nearby Jueling Domain.

Nowadays, the Jueling Domain is extremely lacking in spiritual energy and is no longer suitable for cultivators to live in.

Therefore, some large forces nearby have moved a large number of mortals here to multiply.

Every ten or hundred years, these forces will hold an Immortal Ascension Assembly here regularly to recruit some youths with spiritual roots.

It can be considered not wasting this once-precious land.

The man's figure landed in a canyon.

The canyon is deep and long, stretching for a hundred miles.

Inside, miasma permeates, and wild beasts roar endlessly, like a forbidden land for living beings.

Here, it is now called "Falling Immortal Valley," and it is rumored that decades ago, a powerful immortal fell here.

Before dying, he split the mountain and continent with one slash, forming this magnificent canyon.

And Luo Chen knew that the person involved was the master of the Badao Sect who once owned the Jueling Domain.

He stood in the Falling Immortal Valley for a while, his eyes looking behind him with a half-smile, and then his figure transformed, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

A moment later, three figures shrouded in black robes appeared where he had disappeared.

They looked at each other, somewhat unbelievable.

"The fat sheep ran away?"

"How is it possible, wasn't he planted with Butterfly-Attracting Powder?"

"Being able to discover the Butterfly-Attracting Powder and disappear into thin air under the eyes of the three of us Golden Core cultivators, this person is probably not as simple as he looks on the surface."

"Then what should we do now?"

"He was extremely generous in his spending, moving high-grade magic treasures and rare materials, he must have gained a lot in the Nether Abyss, letting him run away, I am not reconciled."

"Forget it, it was a fair trade anyway, plus this person has high skills, let's stop here!"

The three black shadows talked for a while, then left the Falling Immortal Valley unwillingly.

After they left, Luo Chen slowly withdrew his gaze in the nine heavens.

"Sure enough, the forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds."

"In the past, when Lingtian Pass was under military control, although it wasn't very free, there were never these troubles in trading."

Shaking his head, Luo Chen didn't bother to kill these juniors.

It is well known that black market trading has risks.

Among them, there is this kind of situation, where someone sells something and wants to rob it back along with the person, specializing in that business without capital.

He had gained enough, and taking action was just adding extra trouble.

Yes.

During his time in Lingtian Pass, Luo Chen collected a large amount of soul essence in just three days by relying on his extremely generous spending.

The quantity, no matter what, was at least three bottles of soul essence from ten million people.

This was only in three days.

If Luo Chen were given enough time, he could completely collect more soul essence!

It sounds a bit exaggerated.

But if you think about it carefully, it feels natural.

The method of making soul essence was spread from Lingtian Pass as the center in the first place.

During the great battle between humans and demons, how many demon beasts and cultivators died?

Under the secret collection of interested people, and even the refining of extreme evil, a large amount of soul essence has been circulating in the black market for decades.

Luo Chen once witnessed a cultivator collecting souls on the battlefield and refining soul essence.

One can imagine that once someone researches the method of using soul essence.

The value of this thing will be further improved.

Some experts who are suffering from a lack of resources will inevitably take risks to refine soul essence to make huge profits.

"I wonder if I, the originator, will suffer retribution in the future?"

Luo Chen laughed lightly and went toward the Luo Tian Domain.

He had also inquired about the situation of the Luo Tian Sect.

Overall, in the eight years he had been away, the Luo Tian Sect had no major actions, adhering to his instructions before leaving, and did not recruit new disciples on a large scale like other Nascent Soul upper sects after the war.

Similarly, no major disasters occurred.

It only acted as a mediator, mediating several conflicts between some Golden Core forces in the Luo Tian Domain.

That was enough.

A few days later, Luo Chen's figure appeared on the Motian Cliff.

Spiritual sense swept across, casting toward several places.

Immediately, it drew bursts of suspicious responses.

"Who is it? How dare you spy on this old man!" Ling Fengzi woke up suddenly from his retreat state.

"Master's spiritual sense?" Bai Meiling was both surprised and happy, instantly recognizing Luo Chen.

"Husband!" Gu Caiyi was practicing on the Motian Cliff herself, the first to rush out of the retreat place, and then saw that familiar white clothes come into view.

Luo Chen smiled and hugged her.

Gu Caiyi's voice was choked: "Why didn't you say hello when you came back?"

"Isn't this just saying hello?" Luo Chen smiled, then frowned, "Where are the others?"

Gu Caiyi quickly said: "Hui Niang heard that something big happened in the Mingyuan Sect two years ago, and she rushed over without stopping, and I don't know if she has arrived yet. Sha Longzi and Qin Yuanjiang personally escorted her, and her disciple Yao Mingyue followed."

Luo Chen guessed that this would happen, and wasn't surprised.

What was strange was why Wang Yuan wasn't found?

Just then, a figure flew from afar, the wind was biting between the running.

Until it was visible to the naked eye, Luo Chen discovered the comer.

Luo Chen was extremely surprised.

After the comer landed, he asked: "You stepped into the fourth realm of body refining and achieved the Flawless Golden Body?"

For a fourth-realm body cultivator, the change is not just a significant increase in lifespan.

The main thing is that it can block all blood flow in the body, until the limit of life arrives, one can always maintain the peak state.

Unlike cultivators who focus on refining Qi and spirit, the aging of the physical body cannot be controlled.

It was precisely because Luo Chen had just swept across with his vast spiritual sense nakedly, but didn't find Wang Yuan's trace, that he had the guess that the other party had already achieved the Flawless Golden Body.

Wang Yuan nodded, his expression calm, his eyes carrying a few hints of relief.

"I knew it, you wouldn't fall so easily."

Luo Chen laughed: "You have quite a lot of confidence in me!"

Wang Yuan was helpless: "No confidence, no way! I heard that the battle in the Mingyuan Sect this time involved Soul Transformation experts, no matter how we operate, it's just futile."

Luo Chen was quite approving.

In front of Soul Transformation experts, everything is an ant.

President Sima Hui Niang's anxious departure was also too worried about him and his son, Luo Chen could understand.

In their conversation, the other two also arrived quietly.

Ling Fengzi was somewhat unbelievable: "You are still alive?"

Just at this moment!

A figure walked out ghost-like from the black halo where the snow had melted, fingers together like a sword, and thrust out with one sword.

At close quarters, one man is a match for a nation!

Caught off guard, Old Ancestor Heize instinctively used his remaining magic power to inflate his dharma robe, causing it to swell high.

However!

The peerlessly sharp sword tip, like piercing through cloth, thrust into his body without any obstruction.

Pfft!

The balloon-like body shriveled up.

Old Ancestor Heize raised his head in disbelief, meeting Luo Chen's pair of red-eyed golden pupils.

"How did you break free from my divine ability's control?"

Luo Chen did not answer him, his eyes filled only with madness.

A sword tip was emerging from his fingertips, frantically destroying Old Ancestor Heize's body, deeply piercing the barrier of the Purple Mansion, and stabbing into his weak Primordial Spirit.

"It's a substitute puppet!"

Old Ancestor Heize's thoughts flashed, and he instantly understood Luo Chen's method. There was no time to think; there was only a roar of anger.

"Get lost!"

Magic power surged, directly blasting Luo Chen's body away.

He turned into a tumbling gourd, rolling continuously on the ground, crashing into and trampling countless mountain rocks.

But as Luo Chen was forced back, the stinging pain coming from the Primordial Spirit did not diminish in the slightest; instead, it became increasingly painful.

Old Ancestor Heize lowered his head and saw a blood sword thrust into his chest.

He reached out with trembling hands, wanting to pull the blood sword out.

However, everything was already too late!

A bloodthirsty, insane will was violently rushing out from within, sweeping toward the Primordial Spirit in the Purple Mansion, swallowing it in one gulp.

It was the Yuantu Sword Spirit!

Cultivators refine Qi and spirit; by the time they reach the Soul Transformation realm, the Nascent Soul has already merged with the spirit to achieve a powerful Primordial Spirit.

In that state, even if the physical body is lost, as long as the Primordial Spirit survives, the Great Dao is not damaged.

But once the Primordial Spirit perishes, then everything is over.

And killing a Soul Transformation great expert was not the first time for the Yuantu Sword.

It was just that the last time, the one who died under its sword was the Blood Sea Old Ancestor of the Yuanmo Sect.

This time, it had become Old Ancestor Heize of the Mingyuan Sect.

At this moment, the Yuantu Sword Spirit, having drunk its fill of blood and Primordial Spirit, emitted a sharp sword hum, as if rejoicing, or perhaps burping after a full meal.

And Old Ancestor Heize had his eyes wide open, standing on the spot like a wooden statue.

"Old Ancestor!!!"

A shrill, sharp voice suddenly rang out.

Ye Ruoli, who was protected within the circle of fire, had previously been suppressed by Luo Chen's domain and could not speak.

Only after this brief but dangerous battle ended could she make a sound.

She could not believe, nor was she willing to believe, that the sect's Old Ancestor, whom she revered, had died right in front of her, his aura completely dissipated.

In the distance.

A tall figure struggled to walk out from the pile of rubble.

In Ye Ruoli's terrified gaze, he approached Old Ancestor Heize step by step.

"Alchemy Saint Hall Master, don't!"

"Old Ancestor cannot die!"

Luo Chen stopped his footsteps, blood streaks on the corners of his mouth, his aura chaotic.

"If he doesn't die, I die."

The young woman heard these words, her body staggered, almost touching the circle of fire beside her; fortunately, Luo Lingxi took her hand.

"Sister Ruoli, Father was forced to do this."

Luo Lingxi said this, and in his mind echoed the words Old Ancestor Heize had said before wanting to kill Luo Chen.

Everyone related to Luo Chen must die!

Father did nothing wrong!

Ye Ruoli's face was pale, her lips couldn't stop trembling: "But, but..."

There were no such "buts."

Luo Chen walked to Old Ancestor Heize's side and reached out to pull the sword.

As early as the battle in the Badao Domain, he had realized the bloodthirsty attribute of the Yuantu Sword Spirit.

Later, during the great battle in the Yaowang Domain, he had used his own source blood as the price to unlock the third seal of the Yuantu Sword, completely releasing the sword spirit.

It was just that facing the later-arriving Qing Shuang, the Yuantu Sword Spirit had no use.

Qing Shuang's spatial divine ability was used too miraculously; it was not something the Yuantu Sword could capture an opportunity to kill.

But this time!

It was an excellent, unprecedented opportunity!

A severely injured Soul Transformation great expert, and an attack distance at close quarters.

To thrust this sword, he had successively used the Withering-Prospering Divine Fire, the substitute puppet, and even the Withering-Prospering Dao Finger divine ability as feints, only then achieving this unexpected result.

So now...

Luo Chen held the sword hilt and pulled it out bit by bit.

The sword spirit within emitted a crazy thought, as if wanting to kill everything.

Endless blood light, as the sword body was pulled out, was like ribbons, splashing all around, cutting gullies of varying depths into the ground.

Luo Chen's expression was fierce, "Since you have already acknowledged me as master, could it be you still want to backlash?"

When saying this, the Withering-Prospering Divine Fire directly wrapped around the Yuantu Sword.

It was as if he would refine this sword if there was any disagreement.

Under the threat of the Withering-Prospering Divine Fire, the Yuantu Sword Spirit hummed unwillingly a few times, and finally chose to submit.

The stone in Luo Chen's heart finally landed.

This was the drawback of placing the Yuantu Sword in the arm's acupoints for nourishment.

The connection with his mind was not tight enough, and the opponent's autonomous consciousness was too strong.

Unlike the Withering-Prospering Fire Spirit, which, even after achieving the fifth order, was willing to be controlled by Luo Chen, with the only condition being that it required too much magic power.

After pulling out the Yuantu Sword, Luo Chen placed it in front of him, looking at the bright sword body, a look of satisfaction appearing in his eyes.

This blood sword that once shook the Lengguang Island was now even more peerlessly powerful.

Once it digested Old Ancestor Heize's Primordial Spirit, perhaps it could take the final step, shedding the shackles of a pseudo-spiritual treasure and achieving the true grade of a spiritual treasure.

At that time, he, Luo Chen, would also possess a killing weapon that belonged solely to him!

"Go and cultivate well!"

A flash of blood light, and the Yuantu Sword disappeared.

And Old Ancestor Heize's shell also collapsed to the ground, splashing up some dust.

Not far away, sobbing sounds came.

Ye Ruoli cried uncontrollably: "Why... why..."

She didn't understand why everything had changed.

Overnight, the flourishing sect was swallowed by the flames of war.

The highly revered Old Ancestor died by the hand of the Alchemy Saint Hall Master.

For her, who had grown up in the Mingyuan Sect since childhood and been protected by the elders of the clan, all this impact was too great.

Luo Chen looked over, meeting Ye Ruoli's eyes.

A trace of resentment flashed by.

Luo Chen acted as if he hadn't noticed, lowering his head to look at Old Ancestor Heize's corpse.

Why?

Perhaps it was just because the opponent didn't respect him enough?

For the high-and-mighty great experts of the Mingyuan Sect, all cultivators in the entire Eastern Wasteland could be taken and used at will, ordered about.

Was it him inviting a wolf into the house?

No!

It was just them provoking the Demon Phoenix.

He, a mere Nascent Soul True Person, was nothing more than a chess piece that could be placed at will in front of a Soul Transformation great expert.

"True Persons are not true, great experts are not capable; if one wants to be carefree and live forever, one must become an immortal."

Murmuring, Luo Chen released a wisp of Nirvana Sacred Fire, burning Old Ancestor Heize's corpse to ashes.

In this way, even if the Mingyuan Sect's strongmen asked, he could just say it was killed by Fairy Qixia.

In fact, Old Ancestor Heize's fate today was indeed thanks to Fairy Qixia.

Luo Chen's sword was just the last straw that broke the camel's back.

After doing all this, Luo Chen waved his hand behind him.

Pfft!

Luo Lingxi stared blankly at the woman in front of him, who had fallen beside him, his hand seemingly still able to feel that remaining gentleness.

He looked at the deceased Ye Ruoli, then blankly turned his head to look at the tall man with his back turned.

"Father, why?"

"This question, you shouldn't ask."

Luo Chen did not turn around to look at his son, just shook his left shoulder, and a small dragon flew out, circling in front of him.

"Protect Lingxi; I will be back soon."

"Yes, Master!" The Black King gave a rare, clean, and decisive answer, his eyes filled with fear.

Luo Chen reached out and picked up the token on the ground, activated his magic power, and his whole person was wrapped in clouds and smoke, disappearing from the Alchemy Saint's blessed land.