Chapter 1017

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Protagonist:

Xu Changqing

Qingyao, Long Xiyao, and the others watched this earth-shaking clash of laws from afar, their faces full of shock and awe.

They could not approach the battlefield, because once caught in the aftershocks of the battle, they would be torn apart physically and have their divine souls ravaged by the power of laws.

Therefore, they could only watch helplessly as Xu Changqing and the Wu Sheng Chong Mu traded blows.

Two streams of origin power collided with each other, fighting to a deadlock.

No one expected that this Qingmu Sect Master would actually possess such terrifying combat strength, able to contend against a top-tier expert of the Tianyuan Realm like the Wu Sheng Chong Mu, and moreover not fall into a disadvantage.

"Sect Master Xu is actually this strong!"

Long Xiyao murmured to herself, her eyes full of disbelief: "Combat strength like this... I'm afraid he's already in the top three of the Tianyuan Realm."

The rest of them nodded one after another, their faces full of emotion and relief.

Relieved that they had chosen to trust Xu Changqing, relieved to have such a top-tier expert.

Otherwise, facing the Wu Sheng Chong Mu, they wouldn't even have a chance to resist, let alone stop the other party from refining the Xuan River's waters.

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The centipede's carapace shattered segment by segment, the Primordial Heavy Water condensed serpent body vanished inch by inch, and the black mucus had not even dripped down before being swallowed whole by twisted space.

Those thousands of clawing limbs, baring fangs and brandishing claws, turned into nothingness in the depths of the vortex at this moment, not leaving a single trace of residue behind.

Just when the victory was already decided, the Wu Sheng Chong Mu suddenly stopped struggling.

No miserable howls, no hysterical cursing, and no more using that piercing harsh voice to shout things like "Impossible" or "Don't".

Instead, it quieted down.

Xu Changqing naturally perceived this, and thought the other party had given up struggling.

The Wu Sheng Chong Mu's voice had no fluctuations, appearing exceptionally calm: "You won."

Upon hearing this, Xu Changqing gave no response whatsoever; the power of Xuanhuang Reverse Collapse in his palm surged wildly, not daring to slacken in the slightest.

The Wu Sheng Chong Mu's body continued to collapse, yet its voice grew increasingly calm, even carrying a trace of an inexplicable smile: "Do you truly think I was here merely to refine the Xuan River's waters? Do you truly think my occupation of this corpse shell was mere coincidence?"

Xu Changqing's brows furrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "You're about to die, why bother with mystification."

Xu Zhangqing's eyebrow slightly furrowed, deep voice: "You're already near death, why bother with mystifying tricks."

The Wu Sheng Chong Mu let out a low laugh, the laughter containing no anger, no unwillingness, but rather revealing a kind of relief that made one's spine chill: "You're right, I will indeed die today. But if you think killing me means everything will be fine, then you're gravely mistaken. After I die, this corpse shell will no longer have consciousness suppressing it; at that time what will happen, even I am not clear. But you guess — once an Ancient Period top-tier expert's flesh body loses all restraints, what will it ultimately turn into?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Changqing's expression finally changed.

The Wu Sheng Chong Mu did not wait for him to speak, its tone suddenly turning gloomy, every word seeming squeezed from between its teeth: "Xu Changqing, you kill me, the Xuan River's waters naturally belong to you. But what follows — the price of this corpse shell losing control — will be borne by you and the fools of the entire Tianyuan Realm in my stead!"

The final word fell, and the Wu Sheng Chong Mu's lower half was thoroughly swallowed by the gravity vortex.

Black mucus, shattered carapace, Primordial Heavy Water, and that Wu Sheng Chong Mu will condensed from countless parasitic insects — all vanished into nothingness in this instant.

But Xu Changqing had no time to rejoice; his pupils abruptly contracted.

He saw that the upper body wearing the Red Wedding Dress was actually suspended in mid-air.

Having lost the lower half's support, it just floated there alone, red dress like blood; no matter how the gravity vortex tore at it, no matter how the spatial rifts sliced at it, it actually did not move a single inch, not even a corner of the dress was damaged in the slightest.

Black Color sticky liquid, shattered Jia Qiao, Primordial Heavy Water, and that countless Ji Ji insects condensed into Spirit Insect Mother will, at this moment all annihilated.

Alarm bells rang loud in Xu Changqing's heart; without the slightest hesitation he struck out a palm, the Xuanhuang Great Hand Seal pressing down on that corpse shell like a mountain peak.

Yellow-brown spiritual light carried the Earth Law and the Tu Soil God's origin power; this palm was enough to crush any Spirit Transformation or even Void Refinement enemy.

However, the palm seal landing on that Red Wedding Dress was like a mud cow entering the sea — not even a single ripple was stirred up.

Xu Changqing refused to believe it; he activated the Xuanhuang Mother Qi Cauldron, the cauldron body boomed, the Earth Law transformed into countless yellow-brown streams of light, covering the sky and blanketing the earth as they bombarded that corpse shell.

But no matter how vast and powerful the force, the moment it touched that Red Wedding Dress it silently dissipated — like a fist striking cotton, or like being cast into a bottomless abyss.

It wasn't blocked; it was more like it was "eaten".

However palm imprint fell on that Red Wedding Dress, just like mud ox entering sea, not even a single thread of Ripple was Stir Up.

The spectators behind let out cries of disbelief.

Xu Changqing no longer made futile attacks; he stared dead at that bizarre corpse shell, and a name he had overlooked for a long time suddenly flashed through his mind.

The Wu Sheng Chong Mu is also known as the Immortal Shedding.

Its main body is an Ancient Period top-tier expert, belonging to an existence that long ago transcended the mortal world.

Looking at it now, the Wu Sheng Chong Mu was merely an external will parasitizing on it, or a later usurper occupying the nest.

And the "suppression" the Wu Sheng Chong Mu spoke of just now should refer to using its own will to continuously erode this corpse shell, thereby controlling it.

Now the insect mother's will has perished, yet this corpse shell has instead become free!

At the very moment Xu Changqing realized this point, that Red Wedding Dress underwent a change.

Now looking at it, Wu Sheng Chong Mu is merely a parasitic external will, or to say a later usurper.

Not a billowing blown by wind, but as if something was awakening from within.

The bright red fabric slowly spread out, extending inch by inch in all directions; the speed was not fast, yet carried an unstoppable meaning.

With every inch of expansion, dense golden patterns emerged on the fabric; those patterns were ancient and obscure, emitting a heart-palpitating aura.

It began to swell.

It was not a swelling raised by the wind, but as if something were awakening from within.

The scarlet fabric slowly spread out, inch by inch extending in all directions, slow in speed, yet carrying an unstoppable meaning.

With every inch it spread, dense golden patterns emerged on the fabric; those patterns were ancient and obscure, exuding a heart-palpitating aura.

Immediately afterward, from the edges of the Red Wedding Dress, countless threads descended.

These threads were fine as hair, drifting lightly in the void, as if alive, extending from every inch of the Red Wedding Dress's fabric, growing more and more numerous, becoming denser and denser; in the blink of an eye they interwove into a giant net that covered the sky and blocked the sun, enveloping a radius of a hundred zhang within it.

Then, a terrifying pressure burst forth from the depths of this corpse shell.

It was neither on the level of laws, nor a fluctuation of magic power, but a pure suppression stemming from the Life Level, like ants raising their heads to gaze up at the vault of heaven, like a stream flowing into the vast ocean; that bone-deep sense of trembling made everyone's Divine Souls wail in anguish.

Crack!

Suddenly, the crisp sound of bones being crushed under heavy pressure rang out from within Xu Zhangqing's body.

He had the Xuanhuang Mother Qi Cauldron protecting his body, yet still felt his breath catch; those cultivators behind him with slightly weaker cultivation collapsed to the ground even more so, cold sweat pouring like rain, unable even to stand up.

Long Xiyao's face was pale, her voice trembling: "Th-this... what is this thing?!"

Qingyao propped herself up with both hands, nails digging into the soil, only then barely managing not to fall prone.

Xu Zhangqing did not answer, merely raising his head, staring tightly at that Red Wedding Dress which was continuously swelling; he had long known the origin of the Wu Sheng Chong Mu, yet had always treated it as a mere insect.

The corpse shell left behind by an ancient top-tier expert, how could it be an ordinary thing?

The two words "Immortal Shedding" originally refer to the undecaying flesh body left behind after a person who attained the Dao or an Immortal dies.

The true identity of this corpse shell before us, even if not a True Immortal, most likely has a tremendous background.

The Wu Sheng Chong Mu parasitized within it, relying on billions of parasitic insects gnawing day and night, barely managed to suppress this flesh body's instinct.

Now that the Spirit Insect Mother is destroyed in both form and spirit, this Immortal Shedding is heading toward loss of control.

The Red Wedding Dress continued to swell, already enveloping a radius of several hundred zhang; those dense threads wove into a crimson cocoon, wrapping the entire corpse shell within.

Every few breaths, a muffled vibration would sound from within the cocoon, like a heartbeat!