Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons

Chapter 482: Chapter 453: Targeting the Treasure Flower Sect’s Nanyang Disciple_2 Chapter 482: Chapter 453: Targeting the Treasure Flower Sect’s Nanyang Disciple_2 Of course, if luck was truly against him, encountering those peerless geniuses, even adding a Jiao Head General to the mix would only amount to the opponent wasting one more sword strike.

“Go!”

Shen Yi sent the Demon Soul into the Town Stone.

One after another, the Demon Origin began to emerge.

Two demons at the fourth level of Return to Void and another three at the third level.

Although their cultivation was low, the Demon Origins were not any less substantial, costing fifty-three in total, and six Town Stones were all formed.

[Remaining lifespan of demons: 149,000 years]
It was indeed a case of easy come, easy go; not even a bit was brought back home.

Shen Yi summoned the measure column rule.

The Jiao Head General did not let him down… Although it was somewhat reluctant, the golden light was firmly fixed above the second-grade line.

Just with this, the Heavenly Palace was secured by a large margin.

The rest also mostly confirmed Shen Yi’s conjecture; two third-grades exceeded expectations, and among the remaining Return to Void third-level demons, one more third-grade was fortunately found.

All preparations were ready.

Shen Yi suddenly offered up the Dao Palace, watching as the blood sea churned and opened up across the horizon.

The ritual for palace ascension that had been successfully performed once was deployed again.

The six Town Stones almost simultaneously shed their layers, transforming into robust pillars, except this time, instead of beasts and birds, the patterns were mostly of the Aquatic Race, the most dazzling of which was the Dragon Column.

Atop the two-story tall Immeasurable Demon Emperor Palace, an additional layer of a vaguely large hall appeared out of thin air!

If the breakthrough last time caused the heavens and earth to hesitate for a moment, this time there was no waiting at all.

Straightaway, the distant clouds at the edge of the view were dyed into a brilliant purple, the aura of auspiciousness was so thick it was visible to the naked eye, and even faint celestial music could be heard.

The thick purple clouds rushed over swiftly.

They descended into the third-layer hall, where the crimson figure on the futon caught them with a whisk.

It was supposed to be a celebration for all under the heavens.

Yet, the moment the heavenly palace had just stabilized, someone had already claimed it back.

A breeze carrying the scent of water brushed by, dispersing the black mist and golden threads over the island, the formation disappeared, and there was no one left on the island.

Who knows how much time passed.

Suddenly, the water around the island began to surge, emitting a clanging sound.

Blade upon blade emerged from the water, neatly arranged fish scale armor glinting with a blinding silver-white light; they stood indifferently atop the waves, encircling the island in tight formation.

At a rough glance, there were at least three hundred in number.

Even the lowest among them exuded the aura of the Return to Void Realm.

Once this group of Dragon Palace warriors were arrayed.

In the center, a Blackback Jiao suddenly sprang up a hundred zhang high, its mouth holding a frosty black iron similar to a horse’s bite, and the reins were held nonchalantly in the hands of the figure seated at leisure.

Blackback Jiaos usually serve as generals in the Dragon Palace.

Once mature, their cultivation is at least at the sixth level of Return to Void or higher.

But this Black Jiao obviously had a remarkable boundary, and yet it could only serve as a mount.

The person on its back looked young, wearing silver-white armor, draped in a long cloak, with a face almost indistinguishable from the human race and a dignified presence, distinguished only by two ornate dragon horns on the forehead.

“Western Palace’s Dragon Descendant, Qi Laojiu, has come to worship heaven and earth.”

“Which sect’s disciple is here breaking through? Come and speak; this lord has a reward.”

Qi Laojiu held the reins with one hand and casually leaned on his right knee, looking down from above.

Time passed, and still there was no response from the island.

After a long silence, he let out a laugh, “Tch, cowards without courage.”

As his words fell, Qi Laojiu immediately yanked the reins, “Withdraw the troops, back to the mansion.”

In an instant, the murderous Aquatic Race warriors plunged straight into the water, the Blackback Jiao leaping high, splashing waves a hundred zhang tall.

As the spray dispersed, all returned back to calm.

…

Within the innermost loft of the Treasure Flower Sect.

The long-haired old crone, attending to her own reflection in the Bronze Mirror, combed her hair: “I heard you destroyed the Jade Slip and voluntarily cut off contact with the elders, is that true?”

Behind her.

A demure and composed girl, crowned with a floral garland, barefooted, with a gentle and virtuous air: “It is true.”

After speaking, the girl kneeled directly on the ground.

However, the crone merely raised her eyebrows, and the talented fairy at the sixth level of Return to Void was compelled to stand up: “No need to kneel to me, I just want to say it’s very dangerous; don’t do it again next time.”

“Disciple understands.” The Fairy of Baohua bowed her head somewhat guiltily.

“Besides that, I’m worried about something else,” the crone stood up and looked back, “The reason I’ve been reluctant to let you out is that you haven’t settled down yet; it’s not just demons that threaten you outside, but also beings that even I am powerless against.”

“Are you talking about the Dragon Palace?” The Fairy of Baohua’s heart skipped a beat.

“Alas.” The crone sighed, speaking indifferently: “I’m not talking about fighting and competing… There are things in this world scarier than losing one’s life; if you can’t settle down, how will you be able to become the Sect Master in the future?”

Hearing this, the Fairy of Baohua was bewildered, and she instinctively asked, “Then have you settled down?”

The room fell silent at her words.

The crone looked back into the Bronze Mirror at her own reflection, and after a long while, she pursed her lips, “Forced to.”

“Then I can too,” declared the Fairy of Baohua before her master, finally revealing a sly smile, then coughing twice quickly, suppressing the rise of her lips.

“If Master has nothing else, I’ll go back to my confinement,” she said.

Seeing the master remain silent, the Fairy of Baohua knew her master had wandered off again in her thoughts, so she tiptoed quietly out of the room.

She genuinely didn’t understand; aside from the Dragon Palace, what else in Hongze could be something that even those of the Unity Realm Stage couldn’t manage?

After leaving the loft.

The Fairy of Baohua still looked as graceful and composed as ever.

Only her eyes were a bit distracted.

She had prepared the Baohua Pills and Heaven and Earth Treasures, how come Shen Yi still hadn’t come to collect them? It couldn’t possibly be that he had forgotten.