Everything seems to be going against him... Is this it? No, Tianmo refused to give up, the primordial dragon blood burning within his body.
Bang!
He clenched his fist, and slamd it against his own heart, shattering the bone protecting it. A thick, viscous crimson fluid erupted.
His eyes widened and vertical pupils turned into nothingness. Yet, the primordial dragon’s blood didn’t increase even slightly from 30%.
’System... Purchase a private world.’
[Host. It’s futile... Even if you purchase the private world, you can’t travel in there. The ti/space, dinsion has been sealed. Even if you were a conceptual immortal who could simply return back to ti after your death, you would still be killed and erased in here. ]
Futile?! What joke is this... Is heaven truly so petty to retaliate so hard, when he rely broke the destiny of the chosen protagonist?
Tianmo’s lips curled into a sneer, though the blood bubbling at his lips made the expression look more like a rictus of pain. He spat a mouthful of blood onto the pristine white jade floor, watching it splash like a crimson flower blooming in a graveyard.
Bang! Bang!
He didn’t stop... He repeatedly attacked his own heart...
His Dao-essence white hair began to turn deep black and his eyes began to turn red.
"Not good... Esteed ancestor, he is entering demonification. H-he is forcefully trying to awaken his inner demon!"
The Tang Clan Patriarch’s expression twisted into a mask of cruel fascination. What a vicious heart, to not even have a heart demon that you need to force yourself extrely hard to awaken it. What does it an?! It ans he not even once questioned about his thod, he also not once doubted that hurting others was evil. To him, killing others and taking their innate treasure was the most natural thing to do.
Devil. Truly a devil.
He raised his fist high, once again the spear made from pure spiritual energy, shot forth striking him. This ti, it didn’t just pierce his flesh; it struck his very soul, shattering the cage of his consciousness. The pain was not physical, but a blinding, searing white light that obliterated his thoughts, his mories, his identity.
It was the ultimate truth of the Dao: To exist is to suffer; to survive is to devour.
Tianmo’s body is convulsing violently. The suppression array seed to tighten, crushing his bones like dry twigs. Yet, amidst the ruin, a dark, ancient aura began to seep from his pores. It was the scent of old blood, the roar of a dragon buried under a mountain of sins.
This damn devil heart... Fuck! Tianmo cursed. Due to a devil heart, he himself was the devil and couldn’t create an inner demon. It was utterly useless at the mont.
Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang!
One by one, multiple spears penetrated Tianmo’s body. His consciousness was fading...
Woosh!
’Where am I?’ He uttered.
He was inside his sea of consciousness but it was pitch black at the mont.
"One doesn’t need a mouth to speak, one doesn’t need legs to run, one doesn’t need eyes to see, one doesn’t need ears to hear..."
A voice echoed from the darkness, not auditory but a vibration directly against the soul. It sounded like the grinding of universal plates, ancient and heavy.
Before him stood a giant dragon, his body vast and profound.
"To find one is to find nothing, to find nothing is to find one... Hmph, Inferior. To exist is to burn the concepts of sothing. Rise and find who you are..."
Tianmo’s eyes opened, he was back in reality but he didn’t receive any power-ups. The only thing he felt was pain, suffering... Ha, how interesting. Yet, he not once questioned why sothing was unfair.
In nature, everything is unfair, one exists only to kill or be killed by others. It’s the very first order of nature. He closed his eyes.
When he opened them... He was now a ghostly figure. He was controlling his Divine soul, profound black runes floating around him.
Woosh!
With a thought, he arrived at the battlefield and reclaid his dead body into the system space. His body didn’t have any vitality, aning he couldn’t possess it again. It was like a rock at the mont. Even his fake soul was shattered. ( Se )
It was stupid of him to reclaim his body coming here, since, his soul form is even weaker without any cultivation base but he didn’t wish to leave the body given that, it possessed many innate cheats like—Immortal Dao Body, Supre Nine Yang Physique, Primordial Bloodline, 10 Supre Dao bones, 8 Zodiac ridians, devil heart, immortal dantian, dual pupils, Immortal-grade spirit root, etc.
And with Immortal Dantian... He can easily reclaim the body.
Keep in mind that the space is sealed so, he cannot escape just because he is in his divine soul form.
"Hou! This old man believed you would hide with your divine soul, yet, you ca here to perish... Is it greed or simply helplessness?" The Tang Clan Patriarch’s sneer was a masterpiece of arrogance.
***
Wang Xuhan watched as his son was brutally killed... For a few days, he had a feeling that his son wasn’t his own. It felt as if he was possessed by soone else. Even his walking has changed.
IQ is closely related to pattern recognition. Most Easterners know how their family mber walks... Just from the sound of walking they can tell, who it is without seeing the face.
Previously, Tianmo had a heavy footstep, but now... It was silent. Can the start of a cultivation journey truly change soone so much? No... There is only one logical answer that is his son is possessed. And it’s not even high IQ. You scientifically need an IQ of 81 to recognize it. He had known it for a few days...
He can’t tell how exactly he should feel. His other son was killed and his own concubine was claid, yet, he couldn’t deny the benefits his family received. If Tianmo were to be killed, his family would once again return back to what it was.
Even if he wanted to help for the overall benefit of his own and his remaining family. He couldn’t act. He was rely a Golden Core realm powerhouse.
Zhang anwhile, the sa opportunist servant from before who slaughtered the orphanage, was watching from afar.
Noticing a few figures managing the formation, he had an idea.
If he could sohow disturb the formation then, Young Master Wang might be able to fight them. But can he really do it!? He was rely first stage Qi refining realm while there were three Golden Core realm powerhouses.
Just as his thoughts sank into turmoil and hesitation, a subtle fluctuation stirred behind him. The surrounding spiritual currents rippled faintly, as though disturbed by an unseen hand. Before he could react, a figure had already appeared within arm’s reach, silent as drifting dust upon an ancient altar.
It was now other than Elder Gu, clad in a blue robe... The old man stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his posture relaxed yet suffused with an air of authority born from age. He was already here but he decided not to reveal himself.
Also, in his palm rested the dinsional ring emitting the strong breath of death, its surface dulled but still exuding traces of residual spiritual essence. It was unmistakably Liu Xiu’s dinsional travelling ring. The cheat code of the chosen son of destiny.
Elder Gu’s gaze was detached, utterly emotionless as it moved past the surroundings before settling upon the divine soul of Tianmo. For the briefest instant, a flicker of solemnity surfaced in his eyes.
The monk thinks once and rethinks twice.
"Young man," Elder Gu said at last, his voice cold and composed, "it seems you intend to involve yourself in the fate of that Young Master."
He paused, as if weighing unseen lines of destiny, then continued slowly, making sure there were benefits and nothing else.
"Regrettably, his path is already stained. He possesses the All-Refining Devil Fire, one of the Seven Great Taboos acknowledged by Heaven and Earth."
The words devil and taboo would have shaken most cultivators to their very foundations. Such existences were hunted by righteous sects and feared even among demonic paths. Yet Elder Gu’s expression remained unchanged, calm as still water.
Devil or immortal—it mattered little to him. In the cultivation world, only gain and loss carried weight. Good and evil were rely labels imposed by those lacking the strength to choose freely.
What truly unsettled Elder Gu was not the taboo fla itself, but the existence that bore it. This brat has increased his strength so quickly.
Unfathomable. Vast. Simply profound.
Elder Gu could not help but recall a ti not long ago, when he had shared wine and laughter within a demonic sect alongside Liu Xiu, ignorant of the depth of the calamity that walked beside them... Only afterward had he learned the truth
Tianmo did not rely possess the All-Refining Devil Fire—he also bore the True Devil Heart. Two of the seven taboos, truly born to go against heaven. But the question remains, can heaven even be defeated?
Well, seizing the fleeting opportunity amidst chaos, Elder Gu had stolen Liu Xiu’s dinsional ring and fled without hesitation. Yet heaven was relentless. Though he escaped the imdiate danger, calamity still trailed him like a shadow bound by karma. Thus, he had co here seeking aid. But now... the person who was supposed to he his backer is dying?!
No.
He could not allow Young Master Wang to fall. If Wang were crippled—or worse, perished—Elder Gu would inevitably be dragged down alongside him. The consequences would be unbearable.
And yet, no matter how he searched his mories and reasoned through cause and effect, he could not understand why Heaven continued to judge him so harshly.
He had done nothing more than seize an opportunity.
Even stealing a single ring had summoned heavenly tribulation. Such causality was utterly unreasonable. How co, others steal your dao companion and still live a life free from inner demons and he is judged on every path of his life? Is there no justice to like of him?
Still, reality offered no rcy.
He, looked at the people maintaining the formation..
He was rely a cultivator at the Foundation Establishnt Realm.
Against three opponents who had already stepped into the Golden Core Realm, resistance was nothing more than a futile gesture.
Is he, the Elder Gu, really going to die?! No. Objection!!!
He needs to find a way to save Tianmo and only then, can he be saved.
"Young Daoist... This senior will create an opportunity, leaving the rest up to you. I hope you can do it..." Elder Gu, say crossed-legged summoning his divine soul. Given that, he was once a nascent soul realm powerhouse.
"Understood. This junior shall do his utmost..." Zhang cupped his fist.
***
Woosh!
Soul-binding chains, forged from the condensed spiritual energy of the Tang Clan’s ancestors, coiled around the divine soul of Wang Tianmo like vipers seeking to crush the life from a serpent. They were not rely physical bindings; they were laws of binding, woven into the very fabric of reality by the collective will of a lineage. To break them was to sever one’s connection to the Dao itself.
"This is End..." He released the Soul-shattering beam but before it could hit Tianmo... Ancestor froze.
Sothing is wrong.
[Ding!]
[Formation is montarily shattered, escape is recomnded as fast as possible.]
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