Chapter 892: Imperishable Martial Soul

A cold wind howled; inside a dilapidated tea house, two figures entered simultaneously.

Ye Zhi Long, clad in coarse hemp robes, exuded a restrained aura that nonetheless carried a faint, heart‑pounding pressure. As soon as he sat down, he sensed a bone‑piercing chill coming from the doorway.

Looking up, a woman in white robes walked in slowly, her brows as frosty as ice, long hair cascading down; each step she took left a thin layer of ice forming on the ground.

Yang Lan!

Their gazes met, and the air seemed to freeze for an instant.

"You're also looking for Yan Buji?" Ye Zhi Long spoke first, his voice low.

Yang Lan gave him a cold glance, said nothing, and walked to a corner to sit, lightly tapping the table with her fingertips, causing the tea to freeze instantly.

Ye Zhi Long paid it no mind, took a sip of wine, his gaze passing through the window toward the distance.

At that moment, a clamor rose from outside the tea house.

"Did you hear? The Profound Heaven Sect just issued a wanted order!"

"Da Mo Wuji has revived!"

"What?! That madman who broke the Martial Dao taboo millennia ago?!"

Ye Zhi Long and Yang Lan both looked up, a strange hue flashing in their eyes.

At that instant, a golden talisman tore through the air, hovering before Ye Zhi Long.

"Profound Heaven Decree: Da Mo Wuji has revived; his Martial Dao realm has reached the Late Refinement Void stage. All cultivators of Nan Ting Mountain Region must report upon seeing him!"

Ye Zhi Long reached out, took it, and with a slight pressure from his palm the talisman burned away instantly.

"Late Refinement Void..." he murmured, his eyes suddenly ablaze with battle intent!

Yang Lan said coldly, "What, you want to go die?"

Ye Zhi Long grinned, "The path of Martial Dao is inherently defying the heavens. Though he is a senior who broke the taboo, why shouldn't I?"

Yang Lan was silent for a moment, then rose abruptly, "Back then, the Da Mo Wuji legacy among mortal warriors produced that scoundrel Yan Buji!"

Ye Zhi Long's expression turned serious; Yang Lan's words essentially told him that since Yan Buji remained out of their reach, Da Mo Wuji was likely still above Yan Buji.

"Da Mo Wuji is a pure Martial Cultivator," Ye Zhi Long said, standing. "He differs from Yan Buji; such a pure Martial Cultivator—even I, after entering the Profound Heaven Sect, borrowed his Martial Dao Profound Skill for cultivation. I have an idea of his strength, but..."

Yang Lan frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know how he could, even while his body was dismembered and sealed, have his realm not only not diminish but increase, even surpassing me!" Ye Zhi Long's face was solemn.

Nevertheless, Ye Zhi Long was resolved to go find Da Mo Wuji for a talk!

Yang Lan could see the battle intent in Ye Zhi Long's eyes; but for revenge, since she could not sway him, she would have to seek another ally!

A villain like Yan Buji certainly has many rival foes in Nan Ting Mountain Region; if they unite, they can surely slay him!

In the Wandao Mountains, on a tundra near the Northern River Ice Region, wind and snow swirled across the sky.

Da Mo Wuji walked on air, his Martial Dao will solidified like substance; each step caused the void to tremble faintly.

"Martial Dao and the flesh complement each other..." he muttered, looking down at his illusory arm, brows furrowed.

It can be said that in his era—millennia ago—when Martial Dao had been completely severed and Martial Cultivators were rare, Da Mo Wuji surged against the current!

He not only broke the Martial Dao taboo, transcended the Martial Dao Nascent Soul, and within a mere hundred years cultivated enough Dao Marks to advance his spirit into the Transformation God realm!

In that age, Da Mo Wuji was undisputed: the top Martial Dao talent, unrivaled across the Nine Heavens and Five Domains!

But precisely because of this, Da Mo Wuji was suppressed by the great powers of the Profound Heaven Sect. He survived hundreds of Celestial divine techniques, because he had comprehended a terrifying Martial Dao divine art: Blood‑Drop Rebirth!

No one knows exactly how Da Mo Wuji cultivated; he never tells others his past.

For a pure warrior, perhaps only in battle can one truly grasp how powerful and terrifying Da Mo Wuji is!

After being suppressed, he realized his flesh could never return, so he abandoned his original path and focused on hammering and cultivating the Martial Dao will.

Since the Martial Dao will requires no spiritual energy, even the punishments and torments after suppression became a better cultivation method for him, so Da Mo Wuji grew ever stronger!

His strength lay not merely in raw will, but in each of his limbs—though suppressed—containing fragments of his Martial Dao will and divine consciousness.

When other limbs are completely erased, those wills return to his greatest will conglomerate!

Until now...

Da Mo Wuji has fully forged an unprecedented Martial Dao will!

It is called: Imperishable Martial Soul!

The attainment of the Imperishable Martial Soul means that even if Da Mo Wuji's realm cannot advance, once he escapes his bind, his realm will automatically align with his Martial Dao will!

His Martial Dao realm now far surpasses the Late Refinement Void, even brushing the threshold of Unified Dao, yet without a complete flesh, he can never truly take that step.

"We must find a way to restore the flesh..."

At that moment, a shabby figure trudged slowly through the distant wind and snow.

It was an old Taoist in tattered robes, a wine gourd hanging at his waist, followed by a fair‑faced youth.

"Master, that person ahead… such a terrifying aura!" the youth whispered.

The shabby Taoist squinted, chuckling, "What are you afraid of? No matter how strong he is, he's just a soulless wandering ghost without flesh."

Da Mo Wuji suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing like lightning, piercing the shabby Taoist!

"What did you say?"

The shabby Taoist showed no fear, stepped forward, and said with a smiling grin, "Fellow Daoist… want to restore your flesh?"

Wuji's pupils narrowed, instinctively sensing a deadly danger!

This seemingly disheveled old Taoist gave him the illusion of facing a mortal enemy!

"Do you have a way?" Wuji said gravely.

The shabby Taoist took a swig of wine, speaking slowly, "Martial Dao cultivation is about seizing Heaven's creation. To fully restore your flesh, you must gather the world's martial destiny into yourself."

"What does that mean?"

"It's simple," the shabby Taoist's eyes glimmered, "Defeat the strongest few Martial Dao cultivators destined in fate, seize their martial destiny, and you will naturally reshape your flesh, entering Unified Dao!"

Wuji's eyes flashed with fierce light: "Who?"

The disheveled Daoist laughed heartily, stretched out his hand pointing into the distance: "First, Ye Zhilong."

"Second, Yan Buji."

"As for the third……" He gave Wuji a meaningful look, "It's yourself."

In the wind and snow, the great demon Wuji's silhouette gradually solidified, battle intent soaring to the heavens!

"Ye Zhilong…… Yan Buji……"

"Good, then use your Martial Dao to fulfill my path of united Dao!"