Chapter 386: Death (Bonus Chapter—Requesting Moon Tickets)

Shh!

Sudden disaster!

Under the surprise attack, Meng Laomo could only harden his demonic body to meet the blade of the Rusty Sword!

A thin streak of sword light struck his arm, shattering and spraying countless scales… it cleanly severed the limb, leaving behind a deep gash on Meng Laomo's body.

"Ahh!"

Meng Laomo screamed, clutching his severed arm and pressing it against the wound.

Ssssh!

Countless threads of crimson mist writhed from the wound, reattaching the arm instantly.

Even so, blood continued oozing from the wounds…

"Compared to the Immortal Demon's indestructible ability, your True Demon Body still needs more training…"

Fang Xing sneered.

"A lucky upstart."

Meng Laomo roared in fury, though his heart was filled with terror.

Even with the Transmission of the Liánxū Realm, how could he have mastered even a trace of Void Power mere moments after ascending to Huashen?

Such a swordsman has an extremely high chance of reaching Huashen's later stages—even if he never attains Liánxū.

If he isn't eliminated soon, he will become a grave threat!

No!

Add to that his fifth-rank body cultivator elder, and they've already become a plague threatening the Unbound Palace's domination of the Hanhai Immortal Realm!

Fortunately… he's only at the early stage of Huashen!

In Meng Laomo's hand, a glossy black talisman appeared; his face twisted in pain, then he bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of demonic blood.

On the glossy black talisman, swirling crimson runes glowed like dragons and phoenixes in flight.

Then… it ignited without wind, its strange radiance sinking into the surrounding void.

"A sixth-rank talisman?"

"A sixth-rank Void Talisman?"

Fang Xing frowned.

The Unbound Palace has produced several Ascended Elders, leaving behind considerable legacies.

"Correct. This is a sixth-rank 'Void-Sealing Talisman.' Its power surpasses even the Mountain-River Map."

Meng Laomo sneered: "Today, not only can your flying sword not teleport—even your soul cannot escape…"

He too wielded Void Power; now fully serious, demonic energy surged skyward. With a mere rub of his hands, a beam of demonic light materialized into eighteen layers of freezing hell, trapping Fang Xing within.

Even if Fang Xing shattered one or two layers, they would quickly regenerate.

If this turned into a war of attrition, his cultivation body as a Huashen-early-stage swordsman would be in grave danger.

"Sigh… I'm ultimately at a disadvantage due to my cultivation level."

In a realm of Yellow Springs Hell, Fang Xing casually swung his sword, decapitating several Yellow Spring demons, and sighed: "Fortunately… this means nothing."

After all, he was merely a division body.

His true strength lies in his original body!

"These eighteen demonic hells… must be the old devil's fusion of Void Power and his own demonic arts—a formidable technique, neither wholly real nor wholly illusory… if you cannot break through its upper limit in one burst, you must fight endlessly until you're worn down… an excellent strategy against sword cultivators."

Fang Xing nodded slightly, watching as the illusion of heaven and earth shifted again into a blood-pool hell, where blood demons crawled out one after another.

They were grotesque, their bodies covered in crimson scales, black horns sprouting from their heads, endlessly emerging from the blood pool.

'This old devil is finally serious.'

'The best tactic for a swordsman is a decapitation strike—then flee a thousand miles if it misses. Getting dragged into attrition or prolonged combat is deadly; defense is always weak, and prolonged defense inevitably fails.'

'But for me, attrition isn't bad at all.'

Fang Xing's soul guided his sword, weaving countless sword beams that slashed through the blood demons.

This time, he didn't rush to shatter the blood-pool hell; instead, he began refining his sword technique.

Since both sides aim to stall for time, let's stall.

Perfect chance to familiarize myself with Huashen techniques.

A Huashen Celestial as a sparring partner? Not many get such treatment.

…

"Hmm?"

Outside, Meng Laomo's expression changed slightly at the sight.

Cultivator battles move swiftly—even with such a technique, less than ten breaths had passed.

Still, Fang Xing's deliberate slowness stirred suspicion.

Cultivators naturally possess 'sudden intuition,' and Huashen cultivators, with their soul fused to heaven and earth, have this ability greatly enhanced.

Now, he felt something wrong.

Of course, such intuition isn't always accurate—it might even lead a cultivator to his death.

Another possibility: constant danger renders the warning meaningless.

For example, during the Battle of the Soul Sword Sect, several Huashen cultivators surely had sudden intuitions.

But exploring the Soul Sword Sect's mountain gate and encountering danger was only natural!

Moreover, fighting ancient demons meant walking a razor's edge daily—intuition was routinely ignored.

Yet none had anticipated a visitor from beyond the heavens like Fang Xing, who played by no rules.

He just activated his mech and sent them all to death.

As an outsider from beyond, Fang Xing exists outside the Three Realms and beyond the Five Elements—perhaps he even suppresses cultivators' sudden intuition!

Yet now, Meng Laomo felt a chilling dread: "Something's wrong… Could the two Huashen cultivators from Piaomiao Immortal Palace have encountered trouble? My second soul and the Unbound Demon Palace should at least hold them off…"

Like the Two-Realm Banner, the Unbound Demon Palace is a legacy treasure of the Unbound Palace, ranked sixth-rank, Liánxū-tier!

Such treasures are unique even among sacred sects.

The one in the Soul Sword Sect was, of course, the sixth-rank flying sword—but it vanished along with other fifth-rank swords in the Void Storm… which left Fang Xing somewhat regretful.

But now…

There's a chance to acquire two sixth-rank treasures.

Huashen cultivators wielding sixth-rank treasures cannot fully unleash their power, so most sacred sects combine them with arrays.

But mechs are different—they can fully unleash tenth-rank power, even synergizing with it!

In short, the greatest advantage of the main universe lies in using technology to amplify power to a higher level!

Of course, currently the limit is twelfth-rank.

But later? Who knows.

Boom!

As Meng Laomo trembled in fear, a flash of silver light appeared.

A hundred-meter-tall terrifying humanoid mech emerged.

Jagged bone spines burst from its steel alloy plating, forming a pair of pale white bone wings, casting down a pallid glow.

Within the eighteen hells, countless demons, asuras… all died, sinking into absolute silence.

Even the technique itself, granted the concept of 'life,' now perished…

Shh!

A streak of sword light appeared.

Fang Xing's cultivation body materialized atop the left palm of the Black Death God Mech, looking down upon Meng Laomo.

"This… a puppet?"

Meng Laomo's face turned ghastly: "Fifth-rank? No… sixth-rank puppet? Impossible… how could you break through the Void-Sealing Talisman's seal?"

Although a Liánxū-tier puppet appearing in the lower realms was already unbelievable, what shocked Meng Laomo more was how the Black Death God Mech had appeared—it had torn through the Void itself!

The implication was utterly chilling!

After all, he had just used the Unbound Palace's sixth-rank Void-Sealing Talisman!

What kind of puppet could break through a sixth-rank Void-Sealing Talisman?

And how could such a massive puppet cross the Great Void?

Even just imagining it sent shivers down Meng Laomo's spine—was he perhaps too arrogant today?

The two Huashen cultivators from Piaomiao Immortal Palace were indeed corpses waiting to be buried.

But these two from Mingkun Island? Not at all…

As he reeled in shock, Fang Xing moved!

Whoosh!

The death force of heaven and earth solidified completely, forming a pale scythe in the Black Death God Mech's right hand.

Then… the scythe swung lightly!

Shh!

A beam of white light sliced through Meng Laomo—his magnetic shield, his True Demon Body, utterly useless—split evenly in two, sinking into eternal death.

Even within the white light, the Void began to shatter.

Countless silver spatial fissures formed dense, razor-like arcs, slicing through the core of the True Demon Body!

Splash!

After the blade light slew Old Monk Meng, its momentum did not cease, slicing across dozens of li of ocean surface.

Ssssh!

A void fissure, dozens of li long, appeared above the sea, stretching as if devouring the surrounding space.

"Hmm?"

Fang Xing raised an eyebrow; his armor instantly moved, appearing a hundred li away.

……

On a desolate island, an odd black coffin suddenly rose from the earth, its lid bearing a massive scar, as if slashed by the Reaper's scythe.

Crack! Crack!

The pitch-black coffin shattered into four pieces, and Old Monk Meng's figure stepped out.

Yet now, his aura was at its lowest ebb, and he bore grievous wounds.

"So it's a Void-Refining puppet… I've been outmaneuvered this time. Fortunately, I prepared this 'Heavenly Demon Blood Corpse' in advance…"

This secret technique also came from the *Heavenly Demon Nine Strategies*, an ultimate method for evading disaster and prolonging life.

Old Monk Meng had specifically prepared a Heavenly Demon Blood Corpse as insurance for today's challenge.

But unfortunately, his mastery of the technique was incomplete—transferring his life force via this blood corpse required him to be within a hundred li.

His face was pale; he summoned a blood-escape talisman, ready to vanish into the void.

But suddenly, a terrifying armor stood in the sky, its monstrous shadow engulfing Old Monk Meng entirely.

Old Monk Meng's face instantly turned ashen: "Esteemed Daoist, this servant is willing to submit! I shall surrender all treasures from the Wuji Palace to you!"

"Clever man. Too bad—I don't believe you."

Fang Xing smiled: "Perhaps you have other hidden life-saving tricks and secret arts… but it doesn't matter. Your life is already in my hands."

He willed it—and the Black Death God instantly locked onto Old Monk Meng's life aura, then… a translucent, pale, phantom heart appeared in the armor's right hand.

It was the Heart of Death!

"This is deep manipulation of the Death Dao. The Death Dao is best suited to annihilate creatures skilled in survival and countless incarnations…"

Fang Xing thought calmly, his eyes cold and merciless, gazing down upon all living things.

"The Dao of Law—if mastery merely grants enhancement, then proficiency means deeper control."

At the mastery level, one can condense a corresponding "Law Heart," giving an overwhelming advantage over those with lesser understanding of the Law.

Now, as his main body continued to study the *Star Palace Scroll*, Fang Xing gained further insights into the Dao of Law.

Beyond mastery, the Master level enables fluent command of all Law forces—turning them into swords and blades is merely basic... The greatest hallmark is condensing a "Law Body."

"At the final Grandmaster level, one's will alone gives birth to Law—using one's own Law to repel all others, forming a 'Law Realm' where life and death are decided at will… In essence, one stands but a step away from fully comprehending a Law!"

Now, with the aid of the Black Death God, Fang Xing's Death Dao rivals that of a Law Heart cultivator!

Within the Great Xia Universe, he is a Star Lord at the Star-Level, solidly a Level 10 combatant.

Through the life aura he had captured from Old Monk Meng, Fang Xing's will, through the pale heart in his hand, witnessed a series of illusions.

He saw deep within a bronze palace, a cultivator with a pale face and only Foundation Establishment aura.

He saw Old Monk Meng's Second Soul, riding a strange demonic palace, battling the Ancient Elder and Jin Elder.

He even saw a peculiar corpse buried in a secret realm beneath the ocean floor!

"Impressive. He prepared three backup plans?"

Fang Xing murmured, intrigued: "Second Soul, possession, and a fragment of his Nascent Soul hidden within a corpse in a legacy realm…"

Why hadn't he used these methods to escape earlier?

Naturally, because the Heavenly Demon Blood Corpse technique was the most convenient—preserving most of his soul and cultivation.

Using any of the other resurrection methods risked massive cultivation loss, realm regression, or worse.

But compared to death, even a sliver of chance to start anew was preferable.

Unfortunately, under the concept of Death, Fang Xing, through Law, directly controlled all of Old Monk Meng's 'deaths'…

Even in a single thought, he could cause all of Old Monk Meng's incarnations and backups to perish!

Thump! Thump!

The pale heart still pulsed.

Each beat made Old Monk Meng's face paler, more corpse-like…

"Death!"

Fang Xing silently sighed; countless bone spikes of blackened bone erupted from his armored palm, piercing the translucent phantom heart.

Crack!

As the pale heart shattered into fragments, Old Monk Meng instantly lost all aura, his body collapsing to the ground.

Worse still—the possession body hidden in the bronze palace, the soul fragment anchored to the corpse in the deep-sea secret realm—all vanished instantly, falling into absolute, eternal death…

……

On a stretch of ocean.

Countless puppet remains fell into the sea, bobbing with the waves.

Above the heavens, a demonic palace radiated thick True Demon energy, like swirling clouds nearly blotting out the sun and moon.

The Ancient Elder and Jin Elder stood beneath a silver banner, their expressions grim.

The Two-Realm Banner excelled in Void Dao, sufficient for self-preservation but inadequate for offense.

Facing Old Monk Meng's Second Soul, who also wielded a Void-Refining artifact, they suffered a crushing defeat.

Worse still, though Old Monk Meng's Second Soul was only at Nascent Soul Mid-stage, his secret arts and divine techniques far exceeded their expectations.

"This is hopeless. Let's go."

Jin Elder spoke with difficulty—escaping via the Two-Realm Banner was still possible.

But their original plan to profit from others' conflict was now utterly ruined.

As Ancient Elder opened his mouth to respond, his spiritual sense swept the area—and his face turned ashen.

The once-dominant Second Soul of Old Monk Meng had vanished without warning, revealing a black inner core that tumbled from midair…

In the void, the Wuji Demon Palace let out a mournful cry, then dissolved into a streak of black light and fled.

This sight left the two Nascent Soul Elders of the Piaomiao Immortal Palace stunned: "How did the Second Soul just vanish? Even its soul anchor fell—this can't be fake, can it?"

Been running errands at the hospital lately, updates have been delayed—please forgive me. Will update later tomorrow morning.

(End of Chapter)