Chapter 827: Slay the Emperor, Scatter the Immortal

Humming…

He Pingsheng felt a dizzying whirl of vertigo!

Then his vision plunged into darkness, then blazed with light.

He snapped his eyes open.

He looked around.

He was in a deep mountain.

A canyon.

Boom… boom…

Not far above his head, a waterfall cascaded down in three tiers, crashing into a black pool below.

The thunderous crash of the waterfall echoed like rolling thunder!

"Huh…" He Pingsheng exhaled deeply.

Safe.

This Jipin substitute corpse doll really delivered—it teleported me straight to some unknown place?

Heh… now you can't find me, can you?

Wait!

Wait until I reach Mahayana Emperor Realm—you'll all die, not one of you will escape.

He Pingsheng had just begun to drift his spiritual sense into the void to survey the geography, when suddenly a vortex tore open in the air—and the Kongkong Demon Emperor stepped out.

He Pingsheng froze in horror, instantly trying to reopen the void.

Too late—the void was sealed again.

Worse, his internal magic power was nearly exhausted, insufficient to reopen the void once more.

"Fuck…" This time, He Pingsheng truly vomited.

No way!

I used a substitute corpse doll—how the hell did you still track me down?

"Hahaha…" The Kongkong Demon Emperor laughed loudly: "He Pingsheng… didn't expect this, did you?"

"Back then, that brat Wang Dun escaped right under my nose using your exact trick. I considered it my greatest shame, so I devoted myself to studying spatial arts—and lo and behold, I actually succeeded!"

"Perfect timing!"

"Now… even heaven itself can't save you!"

"You bear the Chain Soul Talisman—think you can survive?"

"Boom… boom…" The Kongkong Demon Emperor wasted no more words—he slammed his palm down once more toward He Pingsheng's head.

Again, no restraint—he unleashed his full power.

And with this strike, the void remained sealed; He Pingsheng could barely move.

Yet even now, He Pingsheng would not surrender.

"Nine Heavens Mystic Fire—emerge!" He Pingsheng roared, igniting his own body with the Nine Heavens Mystic Fire to forge one final attack—a last-ditch defense through offense.

Too bad—the Nine Heavens Mystic Fire refused to obey.

Not just the fire—even his own body was beyond his control.

A peculiar force seemed to coalesce from within him, then shot out as a thin red thread from his chest.

"Zheng…"

Like silk tearing.

Or the sound of a familiar ancient zither.

He Pingsheng was stunned to realize—the red thread was a sonic attack!

The sonic attack, launched from behind, struck first—cutting from his chest into the void, instantly stretching a thousand zhang long, slicing cleanly through the Kongkong Demon Emperor's descending palm, its momentum undiminished, then racing across the sky to cleave the Demon Emperor's body cleanly in two.

Splash… splash…

Blood rained down.

Mahayana Emperor Realm—fallen!

He Pingsheng regained his freedom.

This…

He stood frozen, dumbfounded: What just happened?

How could there be a sonic attack inside my body?

Wait…

That sound… it felt familiar.

His spiritual sense raced through memories—and then he remembered.

It had been over four hundred and sixty years ago, near the Nine You Heaven Abyss, in a small teahouse, where he'd heard a woman's zither music.

The woman was called Hong Luo Nü.

And she was a breathtakingly beautiful woman, so exquisite she stole his breath.

Back then, powerless, he'd been blasted out of the teahouse by her music alone.

Later, still resentful, he'd taken Zi Qing to find her—but when they arrived, the place was empty, the woman long gone.

Now he realized—the zither sound that had just emerged from his body and slain the Kongkong Demon Emperor… was nearly identical.

Could it be…

Before he could grasp the truth, a woman in red robes appeared beside him.

Hong Luo Qin Nü!

Huh…

He Pingsheng sucked in a sharp breath.

Cold sweat poured down his body—he bowed low, voice clear: "Human He Pingsheng, thanks to the elder for saving my life!"

If he didn't know who saved him now, he might as well be dead.

"Top of the Stone Platform Staircase—now that you and Wang Dun both exist, our human race finally has hope of revival!"

The woman spoke coolly, not looking at him—her back turned.

"When I first met you, I sensed you were no ordinary man, so I secretly left a strike of power within you—never imagined it would trigger today!"

"Because I sensed that power, I came here."

"But I've lost one hundred thousand years of my lifespan."

He Pingsheng was bewildered, quickly asking: "Elder, please explain—did I commit some offense that cost you lifespan?"

"You did nothing wrong," the woman said. "The cause and effect stem from the laws of heaven and earth."

"Once one breaks through to Mahayana Emperor Realm, they may ascend to immortality—but the Spirit Realm has a rule: before ascending, one must slay every single body left behind in the mortal realm."

"Otherwise, those bodies will inevitably become scattered immortals."

"I am one such body that escaped death—and became a scattered immortal."

"We such beings are rootless trees—unaccepted by the Dao."

"Though we gain a million years of lifespan upon becoming scattered immortals, each time we strike, we lose one hundred thousand years."

Here, the woman turned her head, fixing He Pingsheng with her gaze: "This time, for the sake of humanity, I had no choice but to act."

"But the Phoenix Clan are no ordinary foes!"

"They are already on their way."

"Quickly open a space passage—I can hold them off for ten breaths, and erase all spatial ripples here."

"Delay any longer, even I cannot save you."

Hearing this, He Pingsheng dared not ask more or waste a moment—he swallowed dozens of Ice Jade Loquat Paste pills in one gulp, then channeled his blood qi into magic power, and with a loud *bang*, finally tore open a space passage.

"Thank you, Elder—for saving my life! I shall repay you tenfold!"

Humming…

The next instant, He Pingsheng stepped into the space passage.

He had no time to collect even the spoils left by the dead Kongkong Demon Emperor.

A few breaths after He Pingsheng left, the red-robed woman extended her jade hand and gently brushed the passage—the spatial ripples vanished.

Now, no matter how powerful the cultivator, not even a trace of He Pingsheng's path could be tracked by spatial fluctuations.

Yet the moment she erased the traces, a vortex formed in the void.

A gray-robed old man landed beside the red-robed woman.

"You?" The gray-robed elder frowned, staring at Hong Luo: "You just acted?"

"Yes," Hong Luo nodded. "Bullying the weak—disgraceful. He deserved to die."

"Hahaha…" The gray-robed elder chuckled. "Lost a hundred thousand years—is it worth it?"

The woman smiled faintly, countering: "Did Phoenix Ancestor come here just to watch? Aren't you also about to spend lifespan?"