Spirit Vessel

Tens of thousands of cultivators visited Sacred Court. Now, ninety percent of older cultivator has died in battle.

“Surrender and you may live as slaves in the Yin World.” Yao Hun declared.

“We rather fight to the last breath.” Liu Suzi stood next to a pile of corpses and raised her sword.

Deep South was lost at this point. Only a few places still resisted but they were being overwhelmed.

“It is futile, why not surrender and at least have hope for the future?” Yao Hun tried to poison the enemies. Many geniuses wavered as a result.

“We’re not afraid of you!” You Zilin and You Ziling spoke in unison.

“My Lord, if they wish to die, let’s do them a favor.” A black-cloaked figure with a golden mask said. His eyes had a nefarious glow.

Yao Hun stroked his white beard and asked: “Where is King Zhuanlun?”

“His Highness is dealing with that half-demon, he’ll return soon.”

“Very well, kill everyone from Crimson with the exception of the seventh princess.” Yao Hun ordered and rushed forward to fight First Ancestor again.

Suddenly, a sun appeared on the horizon, illuminating the entire palace. Evil energy and miasma were instantly expelled.

The temperature increased at a rapid rate. Even rocks started to burn. The sun landed and killed several thousand cultivators from the Yin World in the blink of an eye, even obliterating their soul.

“The peerless sun! It’s Crimson Territory Lord!” Yao Hun’s expression soured.

This was not an ordinary territory lord at the mortal level. He was a War God on the Myriad Race Battlefield; other lords couldn’t compare.

Yao Hun was an old monster who had cultivated for more than ten thousand years. He immediately used a top technique to attack the sun.

At the center of the sun was a man in white, looking unrestrained and relaxed. He raised one finger and a red wave emanated from the sun. It contained the power of a star.

This sent Yao Hun back; his long hair became a mess. He vomited blood and was shocked at the power of this lord.

“His Excellency will save us!”

“No one can stop him!”

Liu Suzi heaved a sigh of relief since she was confident in his power.

The Yin World had cut off Sacred Court so other territory lords didn’t know about this problem. Moreover, even if they did, it would take some time to get here.

The reason why Crimson Territory Lord came early was due to Liu Suzi’s problem with the eighth prince of Azure. Her ancestors reported this so he became worried and came. He had no choice but to show up now.

“Space has been sealed outside, we’re going to Star Court!” He waved his hand and took everyone from Crimson into his sleeve’s dimension.

He turned into a red sun and started flying again.

“Haha, a rising star indeed!” A hand larger than a star reached for him.

This was none other than another king from the Yin World, trying to capture the territory lord despite being quite far away.

“We’ll meet another day, Senior Biancheng.” The lord took out a crimson sword and unleashed a torrential slash connecting heaven and earth. It destroyed the hand, allowing him to escape.

“Oh?” A gigantic figure exclaimed: “Not bad at all, Crimson. Looks like Sixth Central still has some new blood.”

***

In a chaotic void, Feiyun unleashed numerous waves of death tribulation, removing a century of lifespan from Eighth each time. His Trigram Seal couldn’t stop its power.

The bloody youth tried to escape but Feiyun was faster than him. He should have been able to win given his cultivation. Alas, Feiyun had the power of death.

This tribulation couldn’t be evaded, making it impossible for Eighth to win. It didn’t take long before he lost a thousand years of life on top of other grievous injuries.

“I see, Feng Feiyun, you cultivate a tribulation art, this is a forbidden technique, nothing good will come from this.” Now, he stopped trying to run and wanted to take Feiyun down with him.

“You will die today.” Feiyun’s eyes brimmed with evil affinity.

“That’s not up to you.” Eighth gritted his teeth. The lightning rune in his forehead flashed and shot out more than a thousand bolts. They surrounded his body and his aura surged.

“Fury of the Lightning God!” He also performed a forbidden technique, boosting his strength to an unprecedented height. He could only use one final attack. If this were to fail, he would no longer be able to fight.

Feiyun felt the area around him becoming frozen. The pressure was increasing, nearly crushing his scalp.

Nonetheless, he remained calm and channeled the inner core inside his dantian. Strands of sacred energy seeped out and made him look holy. Though it was thin, it was still terrifying.

Feiyun raised one finger and shot out a beam of energy, destroying the lightning bolts with haste.

The energy of the saints was too much for Eighth in spite of his forbidden technique. His flesh and muscle started withering until only bones were left.

“Boom!” The skeleton exploded into little pieces.

Feiyun was also bleeding since some remnant lightning bolts managed to hit him. Nonetheless, this was completely worth it.

Suddenly, violet smoke appeared from the bones and gathered together into an ocean. A gray-hair daoist could be seen sitting inside.

Feiyun focused again and positioned the cauldron in front of him.

This daoist was none other than the soul of King Zhuanlun. He manifested into reality after Eighth’s death.

“Sacred energy, I see. Perfect, seizing your dao foundation will help me return to life.” King Zhuanlun opened his purple eyes. The broken bones came together to form a new skeleton. Muscles and flesh grew again until it took the form of the daoist.

Feiyun became more on guard. This daoist was rather strange, capable of creating a body again, truly heaven-defying.

King Zhuanlun recalled the trigram and sneered: “Eighth truly disappointed me, I thought he could go further instead of dying to a half-demon. I have no choice but to take his flesh and bones now. Since I am back, yield before me, resisting will only result in your demise.”

Feiyun channeled his energy to control the cauldron: “You’re still unstable right now, I can suppress you.”

“Your courage is rather admirable but the gap is too large, your little sacred energy won’t amount to anything.” King Zhuanlun started becoming younger, from a gray-haired old man to a middle-aged man with blue hair.

His life force and strength were gradually returning.