Chapter 492: Invincible Under Heaven, Three Corpses Illuminating Fate

The Three Corpses dwell in the Three Palaces, nurturing the embryo of calamity, following the Nascent Soul to extinguish the path to immortality.

The great calamity of heaven and earth, the great calamity of becoming immortal—since ancient times, it has always existed, indestructible by life or death.

Once this calamity takes root, heaven cannot kill it, earth cannot punish it.

“Heaven cannot kill it, earth cannot punish it!”

“Heaven cannot kill it, earth cannot punish it!”

Suddenly, a loud, resonant voice rang out—as if descending from the vault of heaven, or rising from the netherworld—vast, nameless, omnipresent, echoing through the grim external scene.

The voice resembled Zhang Fan’s, yet was not quite his—it sounded like ancient murmurs, like a god’s curse of annihilation.

“Hm!?”

“What is that?”

At this moment, every eye was drawn to the strange spectacle before them.

Amid the boundless external scene, a spirit terrace emerged—like the high seat of a deity, like the altar of an immortal—Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul reappeared, as if clear light scattered, filling heaven and earth, spanning all eight directions.

Upon that spirit terrace, all was empty, yet incense smoke curled and rose in thick, soaring clouds.

“This… this isn’t the Divine Demon Embryo!?”

Luo Sen’s face darkened instantly; alarm surged within him.

He suddenly realized—the spot where the spirit terrace stood held no trace of Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul, only boundless clear light.

Wherever that clear light spread, even the [Jia Sheng Gui Si] phenomenon could not reach—it was as if this place were a forbidden zone of life and death, an absolute dead end for cultivation.

“What is that thing!?”

At this moment, Meng Qi, Qin Ergou, and others also wore expressions of shock—they had never seen such a technique. Unlike the Divine Demon Embryo, the vast clear light and the empty spirit terrace seemed to harbor an unknown terror.

Only An Wuyang’s gaze trembled—he stared fixedly at the spectacle, as if he had guessed its nature, and precisely because of this, deep within his eyes lay disbelief and awe.

Clank… clank… clank…

Suddenly, the sound of clinking chains rang out.

The jangling of those chains was so eerie, so abrupt.

Heaven and earth fell silent; all sounds ceased. Everything seemed to halt—only the clinking chains echoed, spiraling upward, as if coming from all directions, yet resonating deep within the soul.

“What is this?”

At this moment, Song Shiyun could no longer bear it—he let out a low, trembling question.

Cultivators must hold firm their will; their spiritual intent must remain unmoved.

Yet this sudden, jarring sound of chains stirred a ripple within his heart—this ripple spread, gradually turning into dread and terror.

This was no good sign.

When the Dao heart stirs, demonic forms arise.

At this moment, they seemed trapped within an unknowable demonic manifestation.

“If the Three Corpses are not severed, ascend the spirit terrace—partake of my incense, receive my transcendence!”

Suddenly, a soft voice rang out, accompanied by the heavy clanking of chains.

“Song Shiyun!?”

At this moment, Shen Baiyu roared, his eyes filled with horror as he turned to his companion.

Within Song Shiyun’s body, plumes of green smoke erupted—rising from the Yuan Palace, Jiang Palace, and Xuan Palace—each containing unspeakable terror, entwining and linking to his Nascent Soul.

Boom… boom… boom…

At that instant, the green smoke surged skyward, forcibly dragging Song Shiyun’s Nascent Soul out of his body.

Such power was tyrannical, absolute—unmoved by human will.

It was as if, in an instant, that Nascent Soul no longer belonged to Song Shiyun.

Boom… boom… boom…

As soon as the green smoke left his meridians, it transformed into three shadows, bound together by chains, dragging the Nascent Soul toward the empty spirit terrace.

That spirit terrace seemed to exert a fatal pull upon them—empty, void, yet meant to receive them.

“What’s happening? What’s happening!?” Song Shiyun screamed to the heavens, his Nascent Soul torn between the three shadows—each fused as one, bound tightly by terrifying chains.

At this moment, all divine arts were useless; all spells were as nothing.

Only the instinct of the three shadows remained.

If the Three Corpses are not severed, they ascend the spirit terrace.

Boom… boom… boom…

In an instant, the three shadows climbed onto the spirit terrace—the clear light trembled violently, and next, Song Shiyun’s Nascent Soul disintegrated before their eyes, dissolving like nourishment returning to heaven and earth, like spiritual energy merging into the cosmos.

Crack… crack…

The vast clear light shimmered, emitting a strange, chewing sound—the moment the three shadows reached the empty spirit terrace, they let out an unimaginable shriek, twisting and writhing, vanishing instantly into the soaring incense smoke.

“This… this…”

This scene shattered all understanding, shaking everyone to their core.

Song Shiyun—a master of Bai He Guan, a formidable Inner Elixir Sixth Turn cultivator—had been obliterated in the blink of an eye, dying in such a bizarre manner.

They could not even comprehend what manner of power this was.

Before this power, the Bai He Guan prodigy had no chance to struggle—he did not even know how to resist, how to respond.

It was as if this power was incomprehensible, and should never have existed in the mortal world.

Boom… boom… boom…

With Song Shiyun’s death, all external scenes vanished instantly.

Everyone’s eyes snapped upward—they saw Zhang Fan standing before Song Shiyun’s corpse, an Inner Elixir already resting in his palm; above him, clear light surged, and the empty spirit terrace still lingered.

“Th… Three Corpses…”

“The Three Corpses Daoist…”

At this moment, Shen Baiyu suddenly shouted aloud.

He pointed at Zhang Fan, his voice trembling, involuntarily stepping backward, his face covered in terror.

“You… you’ve perfected the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate!”

At these words, all were stunned.

Qin Ergou and Meng Qi stared at Zhang Fan in disbelief, as if unable to accept his trembling words.

An Wuyang’s expression grew grave; Luo Sen’s eyes widened, speechless.

The Three Corpses Illuminating Fate—once, that man had used this Elixir Art to sweep the world, invincible and undefeated.

He was the true Number One under heaven—even Pure Yang Wuji had to stand atop Mount Dongyue and debate him on equal terms.

Eighty years…

Eighty years had passed; that man had long since vanished into the light and dust, his form gone—but his invincible reputation had become legend, flowing through time to this day.

Now…

That legend seemed to cut across time, reverse the years, reappearing once more in this vast mortal world.

“No… impossible! You forged the Divine Demon Embryo—how could you possibly touch the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate!?” Shen Baiyu stared at Zhang Fan in terror.

At this moment, he was entirely dominated by fear, no longer the composed, arrogant man he had been moments before.

As a disciple of Bai He Guan, his reverence for that name surpassed even other sects.

The title “Invincible Under Heaven” was not mere talk.

This power was inconceivable, unimaginable, unfathomable—before it, all human effort was useless.

“Knowing too much is a burden.”

Suddenly, Zhang Fan’s voice rang in his ear.

Shen Baiyu snapped his head up—in the blink of an eye, Zhang Fan stood before him.

His spirit reeled; he was about to activate [Fang Cun Wu Jian]—when plumes of green smoke erupted, boiling violently, dragging his Nascent Soul out of his body.

All Dao arts and divine techniques rest upon the Nascent Soul.

If the Nascent Soul has not awakened to true immortality, the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate reveals impermanence.

Boom… boom… boom…

At this moment, a terrifying surge erupted before Zhang Fan—flowers bloomed and withered in an instant; the [Jia Sheng Gui Si] phenomenon filled heaven and earth, halting the clanking chains.

“Luo Sen, you have not severed your Three Corpses—how dare you test this law?” Zhang Fan spoke coldly.

At this moment, his eyes held neither malice nor compassion—cold as a celestial deity, gazing down upon the swirling mortal world.

Boom… boom… boom…

The vast clear light trembled violently, isolating the [Jia Sheng Gui Si] phenomenon—flowers blooming and withering, life and death in an instant—yet could not pierce the barrier of clear light.

“The Three Corpses Illuminating Fate first refines the split soul, then the merged soul—the Nascent Soul is already as clear as heaven and earth; no one can break through that clear light,” An Wuyang declared solemnly.

At this moment, he truly glimpsed the terror of this Elixir Art.