Chapter 763

Chapter 763: The Power of Slaughter

"Where is this place?" Qian Ying gazed at the faint light around her, confusion etched on her face. She turned to her sister Qian Ying and noticed the latter’s awestruck expression directed at Ye Yun. Realizing this was the work of spatial laws, she sighed enviously, "So that was spatial laws? Sir, you wield them masterfully. If only my aptitude weren’t so lacking, I’d have begged to learn."

"This divine art is called the Killing Immortal Classic. Cultivating it requires abandoning one’s current cultivation level. Though the remaining steps are arduous, they’ll grant you unprecedented power. But first, I must use a heavenly material for your Marrow Cleansing—it will be excruciating. Speak up if the pain becomes unbearable." Ye Yun’s tone turned grave, aware that failure could cost their lives. He meant to offer opportunity, not doom.

"We’re ready," Qian Ying declared, gripping her sister’s hand. "If we falter at mere pain, we’re unworthy of immortality. This is a divine art—a chance we’d never dream of! To refuse would be madness." Her voice held steel as she met Ye Yun’s gaze. Nodding, he summoned crimson energy from his fingertips, its bloody glow painting the air.

"Body refinement and inheritance absorption must occur together. Begin now." Ye Yun’s hands wove Ancestor-taught seals. Crimson flames engulfed the sisters, reducing their garments to ash.

The flickering firelight revealed their bare forms, yet Ye Yun’s gaze remained clinical. He intensified the flames, green light blossoming in his palms. When he clapped his hands, dense spiritual energy from the world surged into the women.

As they absorbed the emerald radiance, Ye Yun crushed top-tier Immortal Spirit Stones. Pure Immortal spirit energy flooded their bodies. The sisters clenched their teeth, faces contorted but hands still clasped. Red light from Ye Yun’s energy bathed their foreheads as the Killing Immortal Classic’s legacy seeped into their sea of consciousness.

"Two was wise," the Ancestor observed, watching the red-green aura cocooning them. "One might’ve broken. Yet you lavish such gifts on strangers—your pure-hearted nature borders on absurdity."

"Heart-talk belongs in folktales." Ye Yun’s Fire Flame Triad whirled faster, nearing human fire stream intensity. "I act as my true self dictates."

"Enough!" the Ancestor warned. "Push further and these body refinement stage youngsters will crumble." He swallowed additional protests upon seeing Ye Yun’s resolve. When the Sea of Heavenly Fire erupted within the women, they nearly vomited blood—their bodies drained crimson yet sustained by heavenly materials.

Golden light flared at their abdomens as they adapted to the inferno. Upon reopening their eyes, wonder replaced pain. "This power…!" they breathed. "To reach Golden Core stage through divine arts! And our talents…" They trembled, sensing their transformed meridians—now rivaling extraordinary geniuses.

Understanding dawned: Ye Yun had sacrificed heavenly materials more precious than any technique. Overwhelmed, Qian Ying impulsively embraced him, then blushed at her nakedness against his robes.

Ye Yun smiled, clothing them in top-quality Immortal artifacts with a thought. The sisters gaped at their new garments—Qian Ying pinched herself, certain she dreamed.

"Your name, benefactor!" she implored. "We’d lay down our lives—"

"Our paths diverge here." Ye Yun cut her off gently. He sensed karma threads binding them—threads that’d snap catastrophically if his journey faltered. After gifting each a hundred top-tier Immortal Spirit Stones, he invoked spatial laws to return to Red City, erasing their memories of him. Let them remember only serendipity, not the man.

"Extravagant fool," the Ancestor grumbled as Ye Yun reappeared. "What gain in this?"

"Satisfaction suffices." Ye Yun’s chuckle held no regret. Within him, a sliver of extreme cold power escaped its ice prison—his Ice Spirit power stirred, nearing breakthrough. Merging pure-heartedness with his demonic aspect might unveil his true self, bridging Earth Immortal realm’s threshold.

He pondered karma’s weave while the Ancestor muttered about "heartless immortals". Let them whisper—Ye Yun’s path walked life’s extremes through emotion’s furnace and death’s icy clarity.

When demonic flames flickered in his frost-locked soul, Ye Yun smiled coldly. His aura swelled, Earth Immortal experts scattering before his Seventh Level Nascent Soul stage presence.

"A genius… yet his aura wanes?" Bystanders murmured as Ye Yun’s energy stabilized. They sensed the chasm blocking his ascent—a trial only he could breach.