Chapter 62

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Chapter 62

Upon re-entering the depths of the Wuxuan Sect, Master Ancestor specifically instructed the team to bring along a phoenix and a leopard, crafting two custom transformation spells for them to ensure no trace would be left during their attacks or bites.

With Gong Wu absent, Flower Orange followed Ji Yang somewhat sullenly, occasionally whispering to the black phoenix, Little Orange.

Despite Ji Yang’s youth and achievements, and his possession of a Heavenly Grade spiritual item, his elders and siblings kept him at the rear, away from the front lines of danger.

Given the rarity of the Wuxuan Sect’s full mobilization and the uncertainty of their capabilities, the major Immortal Sects assembled an elite force of eighty-nine, divining a moderately auspicious outcome before the main force embarked.

Guards were stationed in all directions to monitor intrusions, and each sect distributed emergency evacuation talismans, leaving no room for negligence.

—Even if the silver egg were to suddenly explode, tearing through heaven and earth and blasting a hole in the sky, the prearranged spells could safeguard most cultivators.

Before they could advance into the central hall, the area was already densely packed with followers, nearly overcrowded.

They all knelt and crawled on the ground, welcoming the Saint with heightened fervor, as if thousands awaited a birth.

Tu Xuixin consumed a transformation pill, morphing into a new follower, blending into the crowd and engaging in conversation with those around him.

"When will the Saint arrive?" he asked in a voice that mimicked an old man’s, his expression as fanatical as those beside him.

"Tonight, of course!" a nearby follower declared with absolute certainty. "His Highness has proclaimed that with the union of eight souls and the merging of three saints, tonight is the perfect confluence of heavenly timing, geographical advantages, and human harmony!"

Tu Xuixin felt a pang of suspicion as he knelt and kowtowed with them, wondering about the coincidence.

Could there be informants within both factions, aligning their infiltration with the Saint’s arrival?

Was this Saint a fish or a snake, and how had he come to be in this egg?

"The Highness is here! Do not look up!" A woman beside him quickly pressed his head down, whispering reverently, "As mere mortals, we have been graced with many blessings; we must be filled with awe!"

Her push nearly drove Tu Xuixin’s face into the floor tiles.

Simultaneously, those concealing themselves along the walls caught their first glimpse of the hall master.

Ji Yang took a deep breath, gesturing to invisibly retrieve Master from the crowd.

"Master, Master!"

Tu Xuixin was abruptly pulled back, and upon looking up, he saw a face not far away that mirrored his own.

"Damn," Tu Xuixin uttered a mournful cry. "Why is it him again?!"

Tu Xuisheng, clad in black robes, walked expressionlessly to the most conspicuous high ground, cradling something familiar in his arms.

—The head of the Abyss Master from the Demon Realm.

The members of the Immortal Sect exchanged uneasy glances, increasingly uncertain of how the situation would unfold.

Isn’t Tu Xuisheng one of the Abyss Master’s trusted subordinates?

That day during the Yuan Xian Immortal Assembly when the internal conflict erupted, a pair of junior brothers and sisters from Moonfire Valley teamed up to behead this old man. However, at that time, the old man still had his Golden Core and escaped with his head in the hands of his subordinates.

Now—now, the head that Tu Xuisheng holds appears to be completely lifeless!

"Could it be that my brother never intended to rule over the Demon Realm from the very beginning?" Tu Xuixin felt a headache and heartache at the same time, supporting his disciple and gritting his teeth. "Or is it that the old man’s corpse is inside this egg, and he wants to use these people’s essence and blood to turn the old man into some sort of desiccated corpse king?"

Ji Yang instinctively confirmed that the soundproof spell was still cast upon them, and softly said, "Master, please don’t get too excited."

"How can I not be excited?!" Tu Xuixin scolded. "This guy looks just like me, except for one mole!!"

Before the members of the Immortal Sect could decide whether to move or stay, Tu Xuisheng knocked twice on the head he held in his arms.

The witch servants on either side immediately opened the bronze doors surrounding the great hall, allowing the formations from all directions to connect smoothly to the center.

Once again, people saw the egg.

This time, unlike before, the traces of formations around the egg that were once blue or dark gray had turned into blood grooves, soaking the egg to a brighter silver.

Tu Xuisheng stepped forward and placed the head in the southeast corner of the magical formation.

Those standing closer immediately noticed that there were eight different altars, and six different items had already been placed on them.

The fallen star that connected to ‘heaven,’ the molten jade of Southern Abyss that merged with ‘earth.’

The soul elixir that formed ‘yin,’ the meat heart that preserved ‘yang.’

The fetus that came from ‘man,’ the head that emerged for ‘demon.’

"Wait, we’re still missing two items," Tu Xuixin’s expression suddenly changed, instinctively sensing danger. "What else is there in the essence of heaven, earth, yin, yang, man, and demon?"

Ji Yang furrowed his brow in response. "Celestial, spirit?"

"It can’t be… this is impossible…" Tu Xuixin murmured. "What exactly does Tu Xuisheng want to do?!"

"The time has come," Tu Xuisheng said calmly. "Prepare."

The kneeling priests and followers immediately raised their voices to chant spells, invoking the Saint to descend to this world.

The buzzing sounds blurred the words, echoing through the underground Deep Cave like the eerie cries of ancient beasts.

Two cautious followers carefully removed Tu Xuisheng’s outer robe, revealing his strong back.

An eye that was shocking to behold spun wildly, parasitizing right in the center of his flesh!

Seeing their leader undress, many mid and high-tier priests also shed their outer robes, revealing a similarly parasitic eye capable of absorbing spiritual energy and essence and blood.

Tu Xuisheng smiled as he looked toward where Tu Xuixin stood.

"It’s rare for you to come and even bring so many dispersing immortals along. Thank you."

Before the words had left his mouth, the dispersing talismans’ cleansing water poured down over their heads, dispelling most of the false forms!

"Tu Xuixin, did you know? Qing Yi is truly hard to kill," Tu Xuisheng said leisurely. "Though there are many dispersing immortals, tricking her into an unclear death here is still quite difficult."

"Fortunately, I look like you."

Tu Xuixin’s eyes suddenly turned red, and he shouted angrily, "You beast!!"

Tu Xuisheng pulled a whisk from his robe.

"Your great disciple thought I was the one who harmed her before dying."

“Qing Yi, Qing Yi!!!” Tu Xuixin nearly lunged forward to kill him, screaming in agony, “You watched her grow up with your own eyes, and she called you Uncle so many times!!”

Ji Yang desperately held him back, a chill seeping into his very marrow.

That was their eldest senior sister—when had she become—

“Tu Xuisheng,” Qin Cuohua said sternly, “who else do you intend to kill today to achieve your goals?”

“Gather these eight items, and you can ascend to immortality, reversing all the misfortunes of the past?”

“You’ve been buying loyalty everywhere, luring so many followers with petty gains, using dark arts to devour the hard-earned cultivation of others. Do you not fear retribution and reincarnation?!”

“Retribution? Reincarnation?” Tu Xuisheng paused, then burst into maniacal laughter. “Let me tell you, while so many others ascend to immortality, I’m stuck here, scratching and flailing like a chicken! How many years have I spent being virtuous? How many nights have I followed the righteous path?”

“The righteous path is a lifetime of mediocrity; the righteous path means gaining nothing. Don’t you all understand yet?!”

“The followers of my dark arts here are all prodigies who can reach the Opening Sun Realm in just three to five years. How many of such talents can you muster?!”

“Even if you ascend to immortality today, I will still kill you and scatter your bones to the wind!!” Tu Xuixin cried out through his tears, “You’ve lost your heart, you’ve lost your soul, you wicked demon, you beast!!”

“Ascend to immortality? Is that truly fulfilling?” Tu Xuisheng wore a pitiful expression. “No, no, no.”

“Even after enduring countless hardships, becoming an immortal after centuries of cultivation only means serving a divine role and toiling for endless lifetimes.”

“There are still hierarchies in divine roles, and in the end, there’s the inevitable catastrophe of returning all things to chaos.”

He placed his whisk on the seventh altar and spoke with deep gratitude and relief, “This final position is reserved for myself.”

Heaven, earth, yin, yang, immortal, demon, man, ghost.

With all eight paths gathered, it would be the day of the Saint’s arrival.

Before Qin Cuohua could lead the charge, Tu Xuisheng bellowed.

“Rise!!”

In an instant, the tide of blood surged and boiled from the depths of the curse formation’s blood grooves, converging at the edge of the silver egg.

“My master has arrived; all things kneel in reverence!!”

The earth shook, and the mountains trembled, as if even the wind and clouds shifted in response!!

Meanwhile, deep within the Rainbow Ridge fox cave.

Gong Wu held a leaf card, carefully observing Hua Tingxiao’s expression.

“I bet Uncle doesn’t have a strong card.”

Cheng Ji chuckled and patted her shoulder.

“Go ahead.”

Before her hand could reach Gong Wu, the leaf cards slipped from her grasp, scattering across the table, with several falling to the ground.

Hua Tingxiao was suddenly startled: “Where did everyone go?!”

Cheng Ji stood frozen in shock: “Little Wu, Little Wu?!!”

Gong Wu felt darkness envelop her vision, and she gradually lost consciousness.

It was as if she had been struck on the head, and then the world spun, leaving her utterly disoriented.

How… how could someone just collapse while playing cards…

She struggled to regain consciousness, her eyes fluttering open as she pushed herself up, only to feel her hand brush against a hard, unyielding surface.

No, wait—it felt as though she had been sealed inside a small barrel. What was going on?

A mouthful of blood caught in her throat, sending her into a violent coughing fit. Summoning the fairy umbrella that had been tucked into her hair like a hairpin, she thrust it against the wall with all her strength, barely managing to create a crack.

Fresh air seeped in, and with it came the sound of familiar voices.

“My master is immortal, eternal, living as long as heaven and earth, destined to reign above all things!!”

Tu Xuisheng’s mad laughter echoed through the air as he raised his hands, urging the followers to chant their prayers even louder.

The scriptures swirled above the main hall, and in the eerie, oppressive atmosphere, the silver egg began to crack, inch by inch.

Gong Wu finally managed to pry open a gap with her umbrella, squeezing through with every ounce of strength she had left.

“Ugh… I was suffocating,” she gasped, taking a deep breath, her hair still dripping with blood.

She turned her head and found everyone staring at her.

Wait a moment—this place, this environment… it was all too familiar.

Tu Xuixin and Tu Xuisheng wore identical expressions of blank shock.

Everyone who knew her stood frozen, utterly stunned.

Gong Wu suddenly realized something was terribly wrong. She turned her head again, only to realize she hadn’t crawled out of a barrel at all.

Ahhh!!! That egg—how could that egg be hers?!!

Only Leopard seemed overjoyed, letting out a loud, triumphant cry.

“Woohoo!”