Cultivating Immortality :I Obtained The Villain's Ascension Code Chapter 41: Heaven Locking Wheel Broken, Asura Diagram Compl

The Heaven Locking Wheel Formation, the sect’s greatest defense, had been dismantled like a child’s puzzle.

Outside, Su Jen stood calmly in the air, her robes fluttering in the breeze.

Her golden rings dissolved completely, absorbed back into her body. She extended her hand again, but this ti there were no symbols or complex constructs.

Just pure, unrestrained force. She raised her palm, and the sky roared in response.

Clouds swirled violently above as lightning flickered in their depths. A vortex of spiritual pressure spiraled downward, centered upon her outstretched hand. From within it, a new force began to take shape.

This was not a formation technique. It was raw divine power.

Golden light surged skyward, swiftly coalescing into a radiant spear. Without pause or sentint, she hurled it down.

The golden spear fell silently at first, but the mont it crossed the shattered boundary, the entire sect below seed to freeze.

Then—

Suddenly, a black ray of light streaked through the sky, It ca from nowhere, yet arrived with absolute precision—intersecting the golden spear just as it neared the ground.

Chi—!

The mont they collided, the heavens trembled once more. The golden light flared violently before collapsing inward, drawn into itself and snuffed out without a sound. What had monts ago been a world-shaking blow now dispersed like mist beneath a morning sun.

Su Jen’s gaze narrowed slightly.

She hadn’t sensed any fluctuation before the strike.

Before she could fully react, a voice drifted into her mind.

"Fellow Daoist... why don’t you co down and have a chat?"

***

Back at the ruined pavilion—

Xiao Ning lowered his gaze to the jade container hidden within his sleeve.

His fingers tightened slightly around it.

It’s ti.

Monts later, he raised a single hand. Dozens of obscure, interlocking runes surged forth from his fingertips like flowing ink.

These runes did not follow any common array inscription but shifted shape constantly—so twisted like coiling vines, others splintered into sharp-edged runes resembling celestial talons or ghostly eyes.

With slow deliberation, Xiao Ning etched them into the void around him, layer after layer. The runes circled, nested, and fused into an eerie, spherical formation, At the heart of this vast, drifting matrix, space began to distort.

Then, with a soundless rumble, a phantom gate slowly erged—pitch-black and rimd with blood-colored veins.

Good. The coordinates are holding steady.

Without a word, Xiao Ning flicked his sleeve, and twenty small porcelain bottles floated into the air, each sealed with a blood-colored talisman.

A wave of his hand, and the bottles cracked open one after another.

From each vessel, a pale soul erged—twenty in total.

All were the lingering spirits of Foundation Establishnt cultivators, their auras faint yet discernible. They hovered, silent and expressionless, like puppets.

Sorry. You’ll serve one last purpose.

Xiao Ning narrowed his eyes. His fingers traced a sweeping arc.

With one subtle gesture, the twenty souls arranged themselves in a perfect ring around the phantom gate, aligning with the corresponding nodes of the rune array.

Still enough of a soul core to serve. That’s all I need.

A pulse of ghostly light passed through the circle, linking soul to soul.

Then the souls began to chant in unison—Thin threads of shimring essence began to flow from each one, converging toward the center of the gate. The strands gathered, spiraling and weaving into an ever-thickening braid of soul essence.

Co on... hold together...

Whum...

The gate trembled.

Slowly, it began to rotate. Black mist coiled outward from its surface as faint strands of asura qi oozed into existence.

Xiao Ning’s expression remained still, but a flicker of solemnity passed through his gaze. From within his sleeve, he retrieved a jade container.

He opened it.

Inside floated the translucent, the flickering nascent soul of Wu Shu— although its glow diminished but it stil way powerful than the nascent soul of an ordinary nascent soul realm cultivator.

He looked at it quietly. " You were never going to use this properly anyway."

With a final glance, he cast the nascent soul into the gate.

The mont it touched the asura qi strands, the soul shuddered violently.

Asura qi engulfed it like parasitic vines, drilling and fusing until the nascent soul’s form collapsed into a single radiant rune.

This rune shimred with both the deep vitality of the nascent soul and the baleful aura of the asura qi.

Xiao Ning raised his hand once more.

The rune floated down and pressed itself between his brows. With a faint tremor, it sank inward.

A surge of power erupted within him. A torrent of soul essence tainted with asura qi flooded his spirit palace.

Simultaneously, pure, undiluted Asura Qi coursed through his asura veins, racing toward the nascent soul seated within his dantian.

Within the dantian, the nascent soul opened its eyes.

It received the incoming flow with steady hands, guiding the energies upward toward the asura rune suspended above it. The rune absorbed the current like a black star swallowing light, then began to pulse rhythmically.

Elsewhere, within the vast expanse of his spirit palace, the soul essence twisted, condensed, and forged itself into a second rune—nearly identical to the one in the dantian, though its structure bore a more ethereal symtry.

Suddenly—

Buzz!

A jet-black ray of light burst downward from the rune in the spirit palace.

At the sa mont, a beam of pristine white light erupted upward from the dantian rune.

The two rays t directly at Xiao Ning’s heart.

BOOM—

A diagram, vast and complex, unfurled in an instant—the Asura Diagram.

This was no illusion. The diagram turned slowly, drawing in Xiao Ning’s soul force, blood essence, and spiritual qi. As it spun, it compressed into a single point.

That point... beca a gate.

The Asura Gate.

From its surface, black and white rays of light surged forth— Both shot outward and struck the phantom gate lingering in the air.

CRACK...

The phantom gate trembled.

Then, it opened.

From the yawning abyss beyond it, a creature stepped forward.

A faceless creature stepped forth, its form shrouded in ghostly fire. Its skin was dark as volcanic glass, emanating a heatless malevolence. Two dragon horns curved back from its forehead like imperial crowns, and a pair of black phoenix wings spread silently behind it, feathers edged with silver fire. It had no face. But its presence alone was enough to warp the air and freeze the spirit.

The faceless figure stood motionless as the phantom gate faded into the void.

Then, without warning, Xiao Ning’s eyes lit up.