The Shadow of Immortality Chapter 89: Beo Qing - The Power of Command!!!!

Waiting to receive Clark was "Beo Chang" - The Tyrant Fist, a solitary demonic cultivator. His presence here lent him imnse mystery.

The other person was called "The Wisdom Demon".

These two were known as the Demons of Immortality: The Deford Demon and The Wisdom Demon.

Clark, in truth, was interested in talking with them and obtaining the best information.

The three sat at a round table.

Calm was evident upon it.

But Clark opened the conversation:

• "So, gentlen, I know my question is rude, but I am a man who loves business and talking about it, and I prefer to be direct."

• "So, tell about the special things here in the Demon Venerable’s cave: The Spectral King."

• "My knowledge is not as deep as yours, as you know, gentlen! Hahahaha."

Clark’s tongue was glib; he knew how to speak, when to speak, and when to be silent.

If he wanted you to respect him, you would. If he wanted you to hate him, you would.

The Wisdom Demon and the Deford Demon spoke:

• "We are searching for the Extre Movent ’Derivation’."

• "This movent granted the Spectral Venerable terrifying control over souls."

• "But it is said to be on the lowest floor, the tenth floor. And as is known, no one has reached it."

• "Fundantally, this place is mysterious and hidden inside a cave, within which is a vast Immortal Will as far as the eye can see."

• "Also, everyone who entered died from madness and conflicting Dao Marks."

• "But what shocked us most is that you withstood the screams of the demons."

• "Is it possible that you use the Spectral Venerable’s soul thods?!"

Clark laughed in reply:

• "How sharp your vision is! Yes, in truth, I use so thods to protect my soul."

• "And yes, they are from the Spectral Venerable’s thods."

• "Don’t think I am immune to soul attacks, but my soul requires imnse strength to shake it."

• "As you know, almost completely, the Spectral Venerable’s thods for strengthening the soul have gone extinct."

• "Therefore, few humans possess strong souls."

• "In a ti like this, a person with a soul strength of 500 n is truly sothing terrifying."

• "And you can guess that I possess even more."

Clark was spouting nonsense to try and show himself, that he wasn’t a fool, and that he could display strong knowledge compared to these old n.

They perhaps... The Tyrant Fist wasn’t old compared to them; he too possessed a handso face, but more harsh than soft.

The Deford Demon laughed:

• "You have remarkable knowledge, Master Zu Long. You have impressed ."

• "But possessing such imnse soul power... How did you develop your soul like this?"

Here, Clark rembered in his soul research, when he killed humans from the Immortal World in the Poison Inheritance.

He ntioned that there is a mountain where it is said that whoever enters, their soul erges physically and struggles on this mountain. Few people can stay for an hour. The soul will suffer injuries, but after each recovery, the soul becos stronger and stronger.

And that mountain was known as...!!!

"Lao Bu Mountain" - a camp and place controlled by the mysterious Shadow Sect.

Clark spoke confidently:

• "I was at Lao Bu Mountain a while ago, before being here, in the lands of the Wu clan."

• "I fell there by accident; I didn’t know the mountain’s secret, but with ti, research, and developnt, I learned that Lao Bu Mountain is a mine for soul power."

The Wisdom Demon was shocked:

• "So, why did you leave the mountain? If I were in your place, I might have cultivated for a full year and secluded myself on the mountain."

Clark replied with a sigh and helplessness:

• "The Middle Sects moved, and that bastard Han Qing appeared."

• "I didn’t hide from confronting him, but if I t him, it wouldn’t be a man-to-man fight."

• "So I left on my own and abandoned the mountain."

• "But as soon as I stepped out of my hiding place, I expected that problems would follow , and before my exit, I might fight one or two."

• "But other people appeared."

• "They were strange; I didn’t know them. I spent my entire life in the North and hadn’t seen these people."

• "And they possessed an aura of the North, aning they weren’t strangers."

• "But a savage war broke out between them and the Middle Sects."

• "I was happy that the battle was between them and they wouldn’t pay attention to , so I left."

The Deford Demon spoke coldly:

• "Well, since you have spoken your piece, Master Zu Long, let tell you sothing."

• "We plan to explore this place step by step."

• "We don’t know if it will take years or not."

• "But many floors remain unknown, their secrets hidden."

• "The Spectral Venerable’s obsession with immortality surpasses our imagination."

Clark was excited to explore and deeply interested.

The Tyrant Fist was silent, and the talk of soul strengthening and the like caught his attention.

So he spoke in a gentle and interested tone:

• "Master Zu Long, I have a question: Are you interested in being my partner in going to Lao Bu Valley?"

Clark was pleased with the matter. It was an attention-grabbing offer, but the Tyrant Fist was a demon, and all humans are untrustworthy.

But no matter how Clark thought, after all, he couldn’t set foot there like a fool.

That place was a savage battlefield.

If Clark entered it alone without anyone, he would be killed like sheep.

True, the Blade Inheritance is supernaturally powerful.

But what could he do against many powerful experts?

That was the truth of life: above every mountain, there is a mountain higher than the clouds.

And Clark had not yet reached the clouds.

In truth, in Clark’s mind:

• "I don’t want to walk calmly; I want to place my foot in the sky with one move."

• "Soaring above the clouds is easy, but you must beware of the seagulls and hawks that will devour you because your wings are weak."

• "Hahahahahaha! All my life, I knew I was just a bird flying in the sky."

• "If I stop my wings from flying for a mont, I will die a miserable way. Truly interesting."

Clark agreed, not expecting an alliance with everyone, but the alliance was between the three to explore the place.

Nothing was ntioned about betrayal and preventing it.

Clark didn’t want loopholes because he didn’t want to die from his own stupidity in forming alliances with anyone.

At the sa ti, he set conditions that he wouldn’t be restricted if he wanted to help soone; that was his choice, whether he wanted to co or not.

He clearly ant: either offer sothing interesting, or I won’t save you.

And thus, the alliance was ford.

The thod of alliance used Star Path thods, completely different from the Blood Path.

It was a massive Extre Movent, resembling a star with two eyes.

It shone a light on everyone’s neck, and the alliance was made.

Clark and Beo Qing went out.

Clark spoke confidently:

• "Master Qing, a week from now, you and I will move to Lao Bu Mountain."

Beo Qing was surprised:

• "Do you have commitnts or sothing?"

Clark smiled helplessly:

• "You’ve caught ! I am participating in the Refinent Conference, and I want to win a victory. I have an Immortal Extre Movent I want to refine, but as you know, I need resources."

Clark said that, expecting Beo Qing would offer help or sothing.

But he didn’t expect that Beo Qing would present Clark with a gift:

"The Immortal Extre Movent: Immortal Self-Command".

Clark was shocked by this great gift.

Even though it was a stronger version, indeed evolved and free of the flaws of "Self-Power" that he had given to Brando.

This one produced powerful force phantoms.

Clark didn’t use souls or collect them; he would divide his soul into parts to transform it into fifty or a hundred complete copies.

As for this one, it was twice the power, a unit capable of displaying superhuman strength, not mortal.

The Theft Path style "Sky-Stealing Fist" had a principle that was almost a complete imitation of the Command Path. And imitation is not as strong as the original.

With this, Clark could contend with those a full rank stronger than him.

And with the addition of the Cicada, hahahahaha, the Theft Path’s Extre Movent beca greater and greater.

He soared with this gift madly; his heart even leaped with joy.

The Heavenly Fist thod was strong, but after all, it was a mortal thod.

Also, he could only use the infinite phantoms for distraction; they weren’t useful in an engagent with an Immortal.

As for the Heavenly Fist, they could shatter it with one finger.

Now, Clark could contend with Immortals without needing to use the Blade Path.

But after calming down, Clark knew that "the sky doesn’t rain gold," and "there’s no such thing as a free gift, only interests."

Clark looked coldly at Beo Qing and said:

• "I expect you want to ask for sothing known or the like. Speak, and I will listen. I don’t believe in offering goodness and throwing it into the sea."

Beo Qing looked and laughed:

• "Yes, in truth, I gave you this because I want you to win, and at the ti of the reward, I want you to obtain the ’Purple Stone’ from the eighth rank."

Clark was shocked! The price was easy, and he was confident in his refinent skills.

Clark nodded in agreent, then went on his way...

After Clark left, he wanted to depart and kept searching for "Jin" around this branching place.

But he didn’t know that Jin had already left and explored alone, and after finishing, he settled in the Wu clan.

Clark felt betrayed, and that he had to travel all that distance to the Wu clan!!!

To be continued...