Chapter 143: Living Dead, Flesh and Bone, Tai Sui Woman, Burying Longevity

Lu Daoran's expression shifted for a fleeting moment, but upon sensing that the contract had not been severed, he regained his composure and settled back down.

What is the rush? It is not dead yet.

Since it is alive and well, there is nothing to be anxious about.

Furthermore, to take a step back, he believed in his heart that Lu Ren had likely already sensed his arrival, and had likely already sensed that the Qilin was his.

Therefore, Lu Daoran was not in the slightest bit hurried.

He found a place at random to avoid the attacks of the Demon Race.

The current Ancient Demon Battlefield was in complete chaos; near the very center was the battlefield of Taotie alone, and with Qiongqi guarding it, few were able to approach.

In other areas, the Demon Race and the Human Race were locked in combat, neither side yielding, with blood flowing everywhere.

Only those with profound strength remained unconstrained.

But!

"Ah!" A sharp, short cry erupted from the mouth of a cultivator.

A thin line of blood appeared on his neck, and his head shifted, falling to the ground.

The sprayed blood stained half of the Demon's body, yet the Demon who had killed him stood in the rain of blood, laughing heartily, indulging in the bath of fresh blood.

The person fighting alongside that cultivator protected his own body, which had lost half an arm, in extreme terror.

He retreated again and again, crying out in shock.

"Why?"

"Why is your strength not suppressed?"

"This is impossible!"

The voice immediately drew everyone's attention.

It was easy to distinguish between the ancient Demon Race and the demons who had snuck into the Secret Realm.

Almost all of the ancient Demon Race were mindless, and the rare few that were not all possessed hideous bodies, bearing no human form at all.

Yet this Demon fighting against him already had a human form.

Not to mention anything else, this scene alone was enough for many to draw a big question mark in their hearts.

Why?

The ancient Demon Race, on the contrary, had no human form...

Could it be that the closer one is to the human form, the richer the bloodline and the greater the strength? The blood-soaked Demon licked the blood dripping from his lips and laughed wickedly: "Why? Go to hell! You will know once you are dead!"

The cultivators who came here put up a desperate fight, but almost all of them were powerless to do anything.

Fortunately, there were awakened ancient Human Race cultivators to assist; otherwise, this place would surely be a scene of devastation.

Meanwhile, in the center, Taotie's expression grew increasingly anxious.

A long time had passed, and its wide-open mouth was sore, yet the Qilin corpse had only moved a little bit.

Hurry up!

Get it done quickly!

How can you, this dead mouth, eat so slowly?!

Anxious in its heart and unwilling to let others see its weakness, it acted with ferocity, suddenly leaping up, ending the gale of wind spewing from its mouth, and opening its maw wide to bite down hard on the Qilin corpse.

Thump! The teeth closed!

Taotie, having taken the entire Qilin corpse into its internal space, fell to the ground, stumbled imperceptibly, flicked its tail, and scrambled onto Lu Ren's shoulder.

In its round eyes were tears it was struggling to hold back.

It hurts! It was hurting it to death! Its stomach felt like it was going to burst! "I'm fine!" It sniffled, Taotie comforted itself, "I'm perfectly fine, I'm not in pain at all!"

Lu Ren was stunned for a moment, then laughed silently.

Truly still a child.

Qiongqi wiggled his bottom and scurried to Lu Ren's side, his eyes excited.

"Master!"

"I ate some!"

"Mm," Lu Ren replied indifferently, his tone containing a hidden warning, "Stop while you're ahead; that Qilin is, after all, Daoran's contract beast."

Qiongqi's enthusiasm plummeted instantly.

He curled his lip imperceptibly.

"Oh..."

He had thought he could squeeze more of the Qilin's blood inside his belly, but alas, what a pity, who told Lu Daoran to contract it?

Too much is as bad as too little.

Too much is as bad as too little. If he accidentally damaged the Qilin's foundation, that would be bad.

Qiongqi could only agree with a lack of interest.

But to the outside world, it was not like that at all.

"Lu Ren, hand over the Qilin corpse!"

In the central area where the Demon Race dared not approach for the time being, the Qilin's pressure still remained; to the Demon Race, it was the pain of being sliced by a thousand knives.

Yet, just because the Demon Race dared not approach did not mean the Human Race dared not.

And this actually made things much more convenient for them.

A group of cultivators all blocked Lu Ren's path, imperceptibly forming a surrounding formation, their tones containing hidden threats.

Some even had their weapons already unsheathed.

"Lu Ren, the Qilin corpse is so large, isn't it a bit unfair for you to hog it all to yourself?"

"Hand it over! We will split it equally! Considering you took the initiative to collect the Qilin, we can let you take the lion's share."

"That's right, Lu Ren, don't be too greedy; all of us are right here."

"There aren't many people here weaker than you; if you don't want to invite trouble and don't want your family to be wiped out, then hand it over obediently!"

"Right! Hand it over!"

Lu Ren's gaze swept over the few people who had spoken first and fixed on the two who had spoken last.

He suddenly smiled, "You, said you would make my family perish?"

Instantly.

Those with keen spiritual senses perceived a rapidly expanding sense of crisis.

They did not hesitate and threw themselves toward the side.

Cultivators are extremely fast, but no matter how fast, they were not faster than the speed of the explosion.

Bang! Lu Ren had already flown up at some unknown moment, looking down from above at the center of the giant Tiankeng that had been blasted out.

There, the few cultivators who had offended him were already reduced to mangled remains.

Only a few fragments of the hardest skulls remained scattered about.

In the center of the giant Tiankeng, there was a blob of something like mucus, slowly wriggling and gradually taking shape.

Her body condensed, gradually turning into a graceful female form, yet viscous liquid kept flowing off her.

Until finally...

The expressionless woman, indifferent to her exposed body, gently stroked with her bare hands, wrapping herself in white cloth, binding it tightly.

The Daoist who had been standing on the sidelines, not daring to participate at all, suddenly had his pupils shrink.

"This is..."

The little girl he was holding in his hand shrieked and wailed in extreme terror.

"How is this possible?! How could there still be a Great Year star god alive on the Tianxuan Continent!"

"Great Year star god!!?"

One remark stirred up a thousand waves.

Whether Human Race or Demon Race, everyone looked with intense emotion at the woman slowly crawling out of the giant Tiankeng.

Great Year star god, a flesh-fungus shaped like meat, attached to large stones, possessing both head and tail, is a living thing.

The red ones are like coral, the white ones like lard, the black ones like lacquer, the green ones like kingfisher feathers, the yellow ones like purple gold; all are bright and transparent like solid ice.

Those who consume Great Year star god gain ten million years of life, bring the dead back to life, regrow flesh on bones, dispel Demon Qi, and transform spiritual evil...

Never mind the Tianxuan Continent...

Even among all the small worlds, it is hard to find even one.

This is because Great Year star god are not tolerated by the world, and most die young.

And now...

Everyone looked at the woman crawling out, and their eyes all changed.

Greed.

Jealousy.

Madness.

Obsession...

Taisui!

Not just a Great Year star god! And it is a Great Year star god that has already taken human form!

(End of this chapter)