Chapter 492

The Three Corpses hide in the three palaces and nurture the disaster fetus, following the Primordial Spirit to extinguish the immortal affinity.

The great scourge of heaven and earth, the great calamity of becoming an immortal, has existed since ancient times, life and death never extinguished.

Once this disaster is formed, heaven cannot kill, earth cannot punish.

"Heaven cannot kill, earth cannot punish!"

"Heaven cannot kill, earth cannot punish!"

Suddenly, a loud voice, as if arriving from the dome of heaven, and also as if coming from the netherworld, nameless and vast, omnipresent, echoed in that eerie external scene.

This voice was very much like Zhang Fan's, yet it seemed not like Zhang Fan's, as if it were an ancient babble, as if it were the curse of a god.

"Hmm!?"

"What is that?"

At this moment, everyone's gaze was attracted by the strange scene before them.

In the boundless external scene, a spirit platform emerged, resembling the high seat of a god, like the Dharma altar of an immortal; Zhang's Primordial Spirit appeared again, as if clear light scattered, filling heaven and earth, cutting across the eight directions.

Above that spirit platform, it was empty, yet incense smoke curled, rushing into the sky and scattering in waves.

"This... this is not the God-Demon Holy Fetus!?"

Luo Sen's expression changed suddenly, and he became alert.

He suddenly discovered that where the spirit platform stood, Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit was not seen, only clear light filling the sky.

Where that clear light filled, even the atmosphere of 【Jia Birth Gui Death】 could not reach, as if that place was the forbidden zone of life and death, the dead land of Dao cultivation.

"What is that thing!?"

At this moment, looks of shock also appeared on the faces of Meng Qiwu, Qin Ergou, and others; they had never seen such methods before, different from the God-Demon Holy Fetus, that clear light filling the sky, and above the empty spirit platform, it seemed to hide unknown terror.

Only An Wuyang's eyes trembled; he stared fixedly at the strange scene before him, as if he had guessed something, and because of this, deep in his eyes was hidden an unbelievable shock.

Clang... clang... clang...

Suddenly, the sound of chains colliding rang out.

The sound of the chains clashing was so eerie, so abrupt.

Heaven and earth were silent, all sounds were still, everything seemed to have stopped, only the sound of the chains colliding echoed, hanging high, as if coming from all directions, and also as if resounding deep in the heart.

"What is this?"

Just at this moment, Song Song Shi Yun finally couldn't bear it, and issued a low question.

A Dao practitioner's will is round, and the divine intent does not move.

However, the suddenly rising sound of the chains actually caused a ripple in his heart, and that ripple expanded, gradually turning into panic and fear.

This was not a good thing.

Once the Dao heart rises, the demonic phase is born.

At this very moment, they seemed to have fallen into that unknowable demonic phase.

"If the Three Corpses are not cut, they will not ascend the spirit platform; feast on my incense and receive the degree!"

Suddenly, a soft sound echoed, accompanied by the sound of heavy chains colliding.

"Song Song Shi Yun!?"

Just at this moment, Shen Baiyu gave a violent shout, his eyes horrified, looking at his companion.

From Song Song Shi Yun's body, bursts of green smoke surged, rising from the three places of the Yuan Palace, Jiang Palace, and Xuan Palace, inside which seemed to hide supreme terror, entangling with each other and linking to the Primordial Spirit.

Boom—

At this moment, those bursts of green smoke rushed into the sky, actually forcibly dragging Song Song Shi Yun's Primordial Spirit out.

Such power, domineering and peerless, does not shift according to human will.

As if, in that fleeting moment, this Primordial Spirit no longer belonged to Song Song Shi Yun.

Boom—

Those bursts of green smoke had just left the body, actually turning into three shadows; they hooked each other with chains, carrying the Primordial Spirit, and rushed toward that empty spirit platform.

That spirit platform seemed to have a fatal attraction for them, empty and nothing, deserving of this position.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Song Song Shi Yun roared at the sky; his Primordial Spirit was torn by those three shadows, as if they were one, and the terrifying chains tightly imprisoned them.

At this moment, any divine ability was useless, any art was like nothingness.

Only the instinct of those three shadows remained.

If the Three Corpses are not cut, only ascend the spirit platform.

Boom—

In an instant, those three shadows climbed onto the spirit platform, the clear light filling the sky shook, and the next moment, Song Song Shi Yun's Primordial Spirit annihilated and disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye, like nutrients returning to heaven and earth, like spiritual energy melting into the universe.

Crack... crack...

The clear light filling the sky floated, emitting a strange chewing sound; the three shadows had just climbed onto that empty spirit platform when they issued an unbelievable roar, entangling and twisting with each other, actually turning into nothingness in an instant, merging into that incense smoke rushing into the sky.

"This... this..."

This scene was earth-shattering, shaking everyone's research.

Song Song Shi Yun, an expert of the Bai He Guan, a dignified powerhouse of the sixth turn of inner alchemy, actually died and his Dao disappeared in the blink of an eye, dying so bizarrely.

They couldn't even understand what kind of power this was.

In front of this power, this high disciple of the Bai He Guan didn't even have room to struggle; he didn't even know how to resist or how to respond.

As if, this kind of power was incomprehensible, and should not have appeared in the human red dust.

Boom—

Once Song Song Shi Yun died, all kinds of external scenes immediately dissipated.

Everyone's gaze jumped, and they saw Zhang Fan standing before Song Song Shi Yun's corpse, an inner alchemy already fallen into his palm, three feet above his head, clear light filling the sky surged, and that empty spirit platform still remained.

"Three... Three Corpses..."

"Three Corpses Daoist..."

Just at this moment, Shen Baiyu suddenly shouted loudly.

He pointed at Zhang Fan, his voice trembling, actually unable to help but retreat, his face covered in terror.

"You... you refined the Three Corpses Illuminating Destiny..."

Once these words were spoken, it shocked the four seats.

Qin Ergou and Meng Qiwu stared at Zhang Fan unbelievably, as if unable to believe those trembling words.

An Wuyang's expression was solemn, and Luo Sen's eyes jumped, unable to speak.

Three Corpses Illuminating Destiny, once upon a time, that man used this alchemy method to push across the world, invincible and undefeated.

That was the true number one in the world; even Pure Yang Limitless had to discuss lengths at the peak of Mount Dongyue.

Eighty years...

Eighty years have passed, that man has long since become one with the dust, his figure no longer there, but that invincible name has long since turned into legend, flowing to this day.

Now...

That legend seemed to cut across time, reverse the years, and appear again in this vast human world.

"No... impossible, you refined the God-Demon Holy Fetus, how can you still touch the Three Corpses Illuminating Destiny!?" Shen Baiyu looked at Zhang Fan in horror.

At this moment, he was completely dominated by fear, no longer having the composure and arrogance from just before.

As a disciple of the Bai He Guan, the awe for that name was even greater than other sects.

The name of being invincible in the world in the past was not just talk.

This kind of power is incredible, unimaginable, and elusive... any human power is useless in front of it.

"Knowing too much is also a burden."

Suddenly, Zhang Fan's voice echoed in his ear.

Shen Baiyu looked up violently; in the time of a trance, Zhang Fan was already close.

His mind stirred greatly; just as he was about to display 【Boundless Square Inch】, bursts of green smoke surged into the sky, rolling and boiling, actually forcibly dragging his Primordial Spirit out.

All Daoist methods and divine abilities are built on the Primordial Spirit.

The Primordial Spirit has not awakened the true immortal life, the Three Corpses illuminate and enter impermanence.

Boom—

Just at this moment, a terrifying fluctuation came, cutting across in front of Zhang Fan, flowers blooming and falling, withering and flourishing in an instant, the atmosphere of Jia Birth Gui Death filled heaven and earth, dragging the clashing chains.

"Luo Sen, you have not cut the Three Corpses, yet you dare to test the law with your body?" Zhang Fan whispered coldly.

At this moment, there was neither ferocity nor compassion in his eyes, indifferent like an immortal, looking down at this rolling red dust.

Boom—

The clear light filling the sky shook, and the terrifying atmosphere actually isolated the strange phenomena of 【Jia Birth Gui Death】 outside; flowers blooming and falling, withering and flourishing in an instant, yet unable to break through the shackles of that clear light.

"Three Corpses Illuminating Destiny, first refine the divided spirit, then refine the combined spirit, the Primordial Spirit has long been as clear as the universe, no one can break that layer of clear light." An Wuyang shouted in a deep voice.

At this very moment, he truly peered into the terror of this alchemy method.