A greedy, fervent glint flashed in the elderly man's illusory eyes.
With a single glance, he saw that Su Yueli’s physical body and blood qi were astonishingly powerful, to an unimaginable degree. This was simply a perfect vessel bestowed upon him by the heavens!
As long as he seized this body, he could not only return from the dead but even forge a new immortal path, one of physical body achieving sainthood!
Whoosh!
Enveloped in overwhelming immortal might, the elderly man's illusory figure moved without a trace, almost teleporting directly towards Su Yueli's face.
He was extremely confident. Even a mere wisp of his peak Twelfth Realm soul power was something a mortal martial artist could never contend with.
As long as he surged into her Sea of Consciousness, he was certain he could obliterate her soul within three breaths and completely take over her physical body.
Facing this destructive strike, Su Yueli neither dodged nor evaded, not even blinking an eye.
With a flash of white light, the elderly man's illusory figure surged into Su Yueli’s body without any obstruction.
“Hahahahaha! It’s done!”
The grand cultivator’s remnant soul, the instant it entered Su Yueli’s body, almost couldn't resist laughing uproariously.
But before his laughter could even spread, it was abruptly caught in his throat.
He was utterly dumbfounded on the spot.
“This… what kind of hellish place is this?!”
The remnant soul was bewildered, completely despairing.
According to common sense in the cultivation world, a cultivator’s body should contain a vast, empty Sea of Consciousness in their purple mansion.
Yet, as he looked around, there was no so-called Sea of Consciousness here, nor any fluctuation of soul power.
What lay before his eyes was an boundless ocean of golden-yellow blood qi!
Rumble—
In the void, massive golden-yellow Martial Path blood qi furnaces churned wildly.
Those weren't illusions; they were materialized phenomena, born from physical power condensed to its absolute peak.
Each furnace emitted unimaginably terrifying high temperatures, scorching the very void into distortion.
The grand cultivator’s remnant soul had barely entered, before he could even search for Su Yueli’s soul, when he was firmly ensnared by the viscous golden-yellow blood qi.
Terrifying high temperatures instantly swept over him. His soul body sizzled like snow meeting the blazing sun in winter, and more than half of his body melted and evaporated in an instant.
“No! This is impossible! How can a pure martial artist be this strong?!”
The remnant soul shrieked in agony.
Martial artists don't cultivate nascent souls; they only cultivate their physical bodies.
Yet, he never imagined that the interior of a martial artist’s physical body could be terrifying to such an extent.
This was no frail physical body; this was clearly the interior of an erupting volcano!
Here, his proud Twelfth Realm soul power was like a piece of paper dropped into lava, unable to even stir a ripple.
What made his liver and guts rupture with fear was that, deep within the golden-yellow blood qi ahead, an armored Martial Soul, a hundred yards tall, slowly emerged.
That Martial Soul was entirely black, exuding a cold, deadly, ancient aura, looking down at him as if he were an ant walking into a trap.
Without a word, the Martial Soul opened its massive mouth.
Boom!
The Martial Soul’s mouth seemed to connect to an endless void, transforming into a massive gluttonous black hole.
An irresistible devouring pull instantly locked onto the remnant soul.
“Fellow Daoist, hold your hand! This venerable one is a Grand Supreme Elder of the Tianyuan Sect, possessing countless ancient secret cultivation methods! If you spare me, I am willing to acknowledge you as my master and help you dominate this world!”
The grand cultivator’s remnant soul was scared out of its wits, pleading loudly without regard for dignity.
But the armored Martial Soul remained completely unmoved, not even changing its gaze.
“No—!”
Accompanied by an unwilling shriek, this wisp of peak Twelfth Realm remnant soul, which had hidden beneath the blood pool for thousands of years, was swallowed whole by the gluttonous black hole.
Crunch, crunch.
The armored Martial Soul smacked its lips, seemingly finding it not even enough to fill a gap between its teeth, then vanished once more into the depths of the golden-yellow blood qi.
Outside.
Only a negligible instant had passed.
Su Yueli hadn't even swayed.
The grand cultivator’s remnant soul’s final frantic struggles were, to her, merely a faint ripple in her mental world.
His lair destroyed, and he even dared to attempt to seize her body.
This matter made her gaze turn utterly cold.
“Stubborn fool.”
Su Yueli’s red lips parted slightly, uttering a single cold word.
What kind of insignificant sect? She had never even heard of it.
Now, after a thousand years, that sect likely no longer existed.
Then, with a flick of her right wrist, Xiaohei, wrapped around her finger bones, let out a sharp blade-cry.
Boom!
A hundred-meter-long black Astral Qi burst forth from the ground, tearing through the air and splitting the blood in the entire hall in two.
Pure martial Astral Qi perfectly fused with this mysterious divine weapon.
Su Yueli’s gaze was like a knife. With a slight tremor of her right arm, the black short blade slashed furiously at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Only the harsh sound of fabric tearing remained in the air, along with dense, continuous black blade-lights.
A hundred slashes in a single breath!
Pure speed brought unstoppable, ultimate destruction.
The Ninth Realm demonic leech, which had originally tried to burrow into the mud to escape, froze instantly.
Its proud, hard carapace, which even immortal sect magic treasures found difficult to penetrate, was as thin as paper before the tyrannical black Astral Qi.
In just ten breaths.
A violent, incomparable blood rain began to fall from the sky.
The Ninth Realm demonic leech, infamous and arrogant within a hundred-mile radius, was literally sliced into hundreds of thousands of tiny pieces of flesh, piling up into a massive mountain of meat.
“Buzz—”
Xiaohei emitted a very excited, longing sound.
It transformed into a black whirlwind, swirling in the void, frantically absorbing the ancient blood of the Ninth Realm demonic leech, scattered everywhere, into its blade body.
Gurgle, gurgle.
As the vast amount of ancient blood, imbued with a primal aura, was devoured, dazzling golden patterns began to light up on Xiaohei’s dark blade body.
These patterns were incredibly intricate, interwoven as if they were rules imprinted by the Heavenly Dao.
Martial Weapon Patterns!
These were weapon patterns that could only be born when the most supreme Martial Path divine weapons underwent the baptism of heaven and earth and drank the blood of powerful experts.
The golden patterns shifted erratically, and the violent aura emanating from Xiaohei continuously escalated.
The instant it finished devouring the last drop of Ninth Realm ancient blood, its blade body trembled violently, emitting a roar that echoed throughout the entire underground ruin!
The rust on its surface completely receded, its black radiance became restrained, and a faint imperial might subtly emanated from it.
Its grade broke through, forcibly entering the ranks of “Emperor-grade Divine Weapons”!
The blood rain gradually ceased.
The entire underground space fell into a deathly silence, with only the scent of blood slowly permeating the air.
The demonic leech was deader than dead, not even a single complete bone remaining.
Su Yueli stood silently amidst the mountain of Ninth Realm flesh.
Her cyan-white long dress, protected by pure martial Astral Qi, remained spotless, forming a stark contrast with the tragic scene of rivers of blood around her.
She slowly turned her neck, the cold, carved mask on her face appearing exceptionally eerie in the faint light.
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