Chapter 524

Chapter 524: Destroying the Mournful Cry Cicada

Immortal Han Chan hid within Cold Mountain, sitting atop a mournful cry cicada while sneering, "Even a Thunder Tribulation Immortal might fail to breach my Cold Mountain Mournful Cry Cicada Technique. What can a mere Qi Sea Cultivator like you possibly do?"

His confidence stemmed from this self-created divine skill boasting insane defensive power and even more absurd regenerative abilities. Even if Cold Mountain shattered, the cicadas could instantly restore it – truly a top-tier Defensive Skill.

Even his enemy Fang Lie admitted grudgingly, "An impressive Cold Mountain Mournful Cry Cicada Technique. No wonder you rule these lands. Pity you crossed paths with me!"

"What?" Han Chan stiffened before scoffing, "Trying to scare me? My technique remains unbroken by anything below Fire Tribulation Immortal level! Your half-baked spatial tricks can’t pierce it unless you wield a Ninth-Rank Treasure!"

"I own no Ninth-Rank Treasure, nor could I wield one." Fang Lie chuckled. "But your Yin-Yang and Five Elements manipulation, however intricate, crumbles before karmic divine skills!"

"Karmic divine skills?" Han Chan blinked then roared with laughter. "Even Semi-Immortals barely grasp the Law of Cause and Effect! You claim mastery?"

"Mastery? Hardly." Nine Fang Lies spoke in unison. "But we’ve grasped enough. Behold the Great Unity Spell!"

Nine right index fingers touched foreheads before thrusting toward Han Chan. "The Great Unity Spell!"

Nine ethereal butterflies emerged from their brows, fluttering toward the stunned Immortal.

Though skeptical, Han Chan reacted instantly. Cold Mountain erected an icy barrier rivaling Thunder Tribulation strikes – yet the butterflies phased through effortlessly.

Panicking, he deployed treasures:

– A shield-shaped seventh-rank top-grade treasure: Useless.

– An Eighth-rank venomous centipede that swallowed the butterflies: They exited through its scales.

– Protective Dao magic: Failed.

Desperate, Han Chan shattered an ancient Semi-Immortal monk’s scripture. Golden characters obliterated the butterflies – at the cost of consuming his priceless artifact.

"Such waste!" Nine Fang Lies tsked. "That page equaled an Eighth-rank Treasure!"

"Waste? It saved my life!" Han Chan spat.

"Saved?" The clones sneered. "Great Unity Spell!"

Nine new butterflies materialized.

"No!" Han Chan screamed as the spectral insects pierced his defenses, embedding in his forehead. Feeling no pain but certain of doom, he raged, "How?! Such power should require years to reuse!"

True – most Cultivators needed years to replenish the required Dao Pattern blood essence. But Nine Fang Lies simply smiled.

But unfortunately, Fang Lie was an anomaly. With the Nirvana fire, he could undergo Nirvana Rebirth to restore his limbs and even his entire physical body!

Therefore, while third eye blood was incomparably precious to others, it was utterly ordinary to him – he could produce as much as he wanted.

Thus, when Immortal Han Chan encountered Fang Lie, he truly met with catastrophic misfortune!

Fang Lie couldn’t be bothered to explain. He simply smiled faintly and said, "Enough talk. As the saying goes, victory crowns the just. You’ve lost. Surrender peacefully if you value your life. Considering your considerable cultivation and ability to create the Cold Mountain Mournful Cry Cicada Technique divine skill, I might reluctantly accept you as my servant."

"Bullshit!" Immortal Han Chan roared furiously. "A mere Qi Sea cultivator daring to claim me as slave? Ridiculous fantasy! Show me your worst! I won’t flinch – that’s a real man’s promise!"

"Very well," Fang Lie coldly retorted. "You’ve chosen your path. Let me escort you to the afterlife!"

All nine Fang Lies simultaneously roared before shattering their celestial spirits in explosive suicide.

Witnessing this sudden reversal, Immortal Han Chan gaped in confusion. Why would his victorious opponent suddenly commit suicide after boasting about enslavement? Was this some psychological trick?

As Han Chan hesitated, a catastrophic explosion erupted within his consciousness sea. Terrifying power hammered his mind like a massive forge strike.

The immortal emitted a heart-wrenching scream, collapsing instantly. This marked only the first of nine successive agony waves that left him unconscious with blood streaming from all seven orifices, resembling a tortured specter.

Without its master’s control, the Cold Mountain Mournful Cry Cicada Technique dissipated. The Cold Mountain design retreated to his robe’s front panel while twin cicadas vanished into sleeve patterns.

Thus, the formidable Fire Tribulation Immortal Han Chan became completely incapacitated – Fang Lie’s captive.

Moments later, seven-colored flames erupted nearby. As the blaze subsided, Fang Lie reappeared completely unharmed.

Inspecting his prisoner, Fang Lie inhaled sharply upon finding Han Chan still breathing. "The Great Unity Spell’s backlash directly attacks the mind. Though weaker, nine consecutive waves should’ve killed him! This scoundrel’s strength is terrifying!"

With his opponent neutralized, Fang Lie began looting. Removing Han Chan’s outer robe revealed an Eighth-rank Treasure – the white Confucian garment’s embroidered Cold Mountain pattern contained the earlier technique’s power.

The sleeve cicadas were actually sealed within two embroidered handkerchiefs. Together, they formed the Eighth-Rank High-Grade treasure enabling both Cold Mountain transformation and summoning of twin Eighth-rank cicadas.

Fang Lie’s excitement waned when realizing the sentient treasure resisted him for killing its master. Reluctantly storing it away, he discovered the jade gourd storage treasure at Han Chan’s waist.

His divine sense failing against the seals, Fang Lie called out: "Bird Bro, can’t crack this."

"Leave it to me!" Old Bird chirped. "Consider this your reward for a job well done."

The unbreakable seal dissolved instantly. When Fang Lie probed the jade gourd’s contents, what he discovered nearly made him leap with joy.