Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood Chapter 2070 - 1022: Stepping into the Nascent Soul Realm!

At the center of his forehead.

An ancient and mysterious mark, composed of countless law runes, gradually erged.

He looked at the silver-masked Demonic Cultivator and slowly raised his right hand.

Then, gently, pointed forward.

There was no earth-shattering power.

Nor was there any world-destroying energy.

It was just such an ordinary point.

Yet, it was this one point.

That made the silver-masked Demonic Cultivator feel like his heart stopped beating.

He felt the space around him, ti, everything, was frozen.

He wanted to move, but found that his body wouldn’t respond.

He tried to shout, but found his throat couldn’t produce any sound.

He could only watch helplessly as the finger magnified in his pupils.

A fear nad "death," icy and bone-chilling, instantly overwheld his entire consciousness.

"No..."

Ti seed to stretch infinitely in this mont.

Countless thoughts flashed through the silver-masked Demonic Cultivator’s mind.

He couldn’t comprehend it.

He was completely unable to comprehend.

Why could a re kid, not even reaching the Nascent Soul Realm, unleash such terrifying, unreasonable power?

This had entirely surpassed his cognitive scope.

Heavenly power?

No, that’s not right.

Even true Heavenly Dao couldn’t easily imprison a Divinity Transformation Stage practitioner like this.

This power was more fundantal than the Heavenly Dao!

"Puff!"

Just as the finger was about to touch his forehead, erasing him completely from this world.

Luo Qingchen’s body suddenly trembled.

He opened his mouth, and another mouthful of blood sprayed out.

The eyes encompassing both Chaos and stars dimd instantly.

The mysterious law mark on his forehead also swiftly dissipated like an illusion.

The supre aura that had imprisoned the world also vanished into thin air.

"Huff... huff..."

The silver-masked Demonic Cultivator suddenly regained control of his own body.

He panted heavily, his back already drenched in cold sweat.

Just now, he genuinely thought he was going to die.

The kind of death where even the Divine Soul couldn’t escape.

He looked up towards Luo Qingchen on the opposite side.

Only to see Luo Qingchen’s body, like a kite with a broken string, plumting straight into the turbulent space-ti currents below.

His aura had weakened to an extre.

Even more than before.

Obviously, that earth-shattering point had exhausted all his energy, even his life’s essence.

"This kid..."

The silver-masked Demonic Cultivator’s eyes were filled with dread and a hint of fear that he didn’t want to admit.

He dared not approach again.

He was afraid.

Afraid that this kid might hit him with another one of those.

Although he seed to be on the verge of death.

But, who knows?

This kid was too bizarre, beyond any common reasoning.

Moreover...

The silver-masked Demonic Cultivator looked up at the shattered, independent space being devoured by the chaotic space-ti currents.

The power Luo Qingchen unleashed was so imnse.

So imnse, it might have alard so ancient beings in this Star Realm he didn’t want to provoke easily.

This place shouldn’t be tarried.

"Kid, you’re lucky."

The silver-masked Demonic Cultivator stared at Luo Qingchen as if engraving his image into his soul.

"I’ll rember today’s encounter."

"Next ti we et, I’ll make sure to strip your tendons and skin, refining your soul for forty-nine days!"

Leaving a fierce note.

He hesitated no more, transforming into a black light that vanished instantly into the chaotic space-ti currents.

He actually fled.

A dignified Divinity Transformation Stage practitioner was scared off by a kid who hadn’t even reached the Nascent Soul Realm.

If this got out, it might shake the entire Cultivation World.

And after the silver-masked Demonic Cultivator left.

The shattered space finally headed toward complete destruction.

"Brother Luo!"

Lin Wan’er and Su Xiaowan watched Luo Qingchen fall into the space turbulence, letting out heart-wrenching cries.

They wanted to save him.

But they themselves, in the face of this violent turbulence, were equally helpless.

They could only watch as Luo Qingchen’s figure grew further and further away from them, finally swallowed by the endless darkness.

Despair.

Endless despair once again engulfed the hearts of the two girls.

However.

Just as they were about to be torn to pieces by the spatial turbulence.

The Star Map bronze disk that Bai Ling’er had been holding close suddenly erupted with a gentle, purple-golden light.

The light ford a small protective shield, enveloping Lin Wan’er, Su Xiaowan, Bai Ling’er, and the unconscious Luo Qingchen.

Then, carrying them along, drifting in the space turbulence capable of destroying everything.

Bound for an unknown destination...

...

Ti, who knows how much has passed.

It could have been an instant, or it might have been eternity.

When Luo Qingchen regained consciousness once again.

The first thing he felt was warmth.

A long-lost warmth, as if returning to a mother’s embrace.

Pure and gentle energy continuously surged into his body from all directions.

Nourishing his nearly collapsed body and dried-up Dantian.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Before him was a starry sky of unparalleled brilliance.

Countless stars slowly revolved above him.

Composing a magnificent and grand picture.

A rich and pure Star Force filled every inch of space around him.

He rely took a gentle breath.

And imdiately felt his dried-up Dantian half-filled.

"This place is..."

Luo Qingchen struggled to sit up.

He discovered he was lying on an enormous, ancient altar constructed purely of Star Crystal Stone.

Around the altar stood nine towering pillars, also carved from Star Crystal Stone, reaching a height of a thousand zhang.

Each pillar was intricately carved with majestic dragons, radiating supre authority, each vividly lifelike!

The Star Dragon Clan!

And in front of the altar.

Was a grand and magnificent Star Gate, tens of thousands of zhang high, constructed entirely of pure light!

This place...

Was the destination they had finally reached after countless hardships and near-death experiences.

The legendary... Ancient Star Ruins!

"Big brother Luo! You’re awake!"

A voice full of surprise sounded nearby.

Luo Qingchen turned his head to see Lin Wan’er and Su Xiaowan, their tear-streaked faces full of concern.

"Wan’er, Xiaowan..."

Luo Qingchen smiled weakly, his voice still a bit frail.

"We... succeeded."

"Yes!"

The two girls nodded vigorously, crying tears of joy.

"Yaya!"

Bai Ling’er also ran over with her short legs, diving into Luo Qingchen’s arms.

Luo Qingchen hugged the little one, his heart filled with emotion.

If it weren’t for them, he might have died ten thousand tis over.

He looked down to check his body.

Then, he was completely stunned.

He found that his shattered ridians and damaged essence had surprisingly fully recovered.

Moreover.

In his Dantian.

The Tai Chi Diagram ford by Chaotic Power and Heavenly Dao Laws was slowly rotating.

Emitting an aura of imasurable terror compared to before.

And at the center of the Tai Chi Diagram.

A round, glittering Gold Core of gray-gold and colorful hues, emitting a hazy glow?

No, not a Gold Core.

Upon this Gold Core sat a tiny figure, identical to him!

The miniature figure was solemn, with eyes closed, radiating an aura of harmony and endless vitality.

A Nascent Soul!

He had unknowingly broken through the shackles of the Gold Core, successfully forming a Nascent Soul!

Stepping into the Nascent Soul Realm desired by countless cultivators!