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Chapter 209: Escaping the Mystic Realm
Chapter 209: Escaping the Mystic Realm
On the surface of a desolate planet, countless shattered star rings adorned the cosmic backdrop, creating an awe-inspiring and magnificent sight.
Fang Xing's figure quietly appeared, gazing at the person who emerged alongside him.
"So, you're my opponent this time?"
His opponent was a young man dressed in pristine martial attire, and as they locked eyes, his body was instantly enveloped in thunder.
Before Fang Xing could react, the youth's hand blade was already upon his head.
Thunder Domain!
An S-class martial art—Furious Thunder Seven Slaughters!
"An External Scene?"
The youth's confident strike was effortlessly caught by Fang Xing, "Considered a Strong Fifth Stage power, it's not bad..."
With a casual flick of his hand, the youth was sent reeling backward.
By the time he regained his senses, he could only see a finger rapidly growing in size.
The skin on that finger was crystal clear and delicate, like a masterpiece of art, yet the Core Essence power it carried was devastating, shattering the youth's Thunder Domain and striking him on the forehead.
Bang! The headless body of the youth fell to the ground, followed by a prompt from the virtual space:
[Ding! You have defeated your opponent and gained one point!]
"No wonder the Federal Holographic Universe Company's event has such a high threshold... Only those with Strong Fifth Stage power can pass the initial screening?"
Through this battle, Fang Xing realized the true value of this Intergalactic Martial Arts Tournament; it was indeed extraordinary.
As for encountering a Martial Artist, it was unavoidable, given that martial arts were the most widespread and popular in the Federation.
If not for the lack of top-tier fighters, martial arts might have become the number one extraordinary profession in the Blue Star Federation!
"These large-scale competitions... The schedule is long, and it's normal for them to drag on for years."
Fang Xing checked the time of his next match and saw that it was in three days.
"Perfect timing to hone my martial arts skills!"
...
In the Immortal Cultivation World.
The Wilderness.
This was where Fang Xing had started his journey, and the once bustling market town was now in ruins, with only traces of broken walls remaining.
Despite several attempts at development, they had all ended in failure.
This was a common occurrence in the cultivation world—every large-scale land development was accompanied by countless tears and bloodshed.
Even failure was not uncommon.
Five Scorpion Valley.
The Ten Thousand Techniques Mystic Realm.
The gate to the mystic realm suddenly opened, and an old Daoist-like figure emerged, his skin pale and his expression lifeless.
"Hehe..."
The old Daoist cleared his throat, as if learning to speak was a struggle, "Finally... I've made it..."
"I must... reclaim the opportunity that was rightfully mine!"
"I will... achieve Primordial Spirit!"
The old Daoist's eyes were vacant, occasionally emitting a faint glow.
This person was none other than the divided soul of Master Ten Thousand Techniques.
Years ago, three Core Formation cultivators had ventured into the Ten Thousand Techniques Mystic Realm, disrupting Master Ten Thousand Techniques' soul possession rebirth.
Master Ten Thousand Techniques' possessed body was taken by a Core Formation cultivator from the Azure Profound Sect, and he also lost his most crucial opportunity—the Ten Thousand Transformations Cauldron!
However, he had already cultivated the art of soul division and possessed two divided souls.
One of his divided souls was destroyed by Fang Xing, while the other remained in the Ten Thousand Techniques Mystic Realm.
And it chose to possess the Core Formation cultivator, Black Elder Daoist, from the Dark Sky Temple.
Only now, after all these years, had he finally succeeded!
Master Ten Thousand Techniques' lifespan had long since been exhausted, and he had transformed into a ghost cultivator.
Ghost cultivators had many restrictions; not only was their divine sense dim, but they also couldn't venture far from their place of birth.
However, Master Ten Thousand Techniques had created a secret technique to overcome this limitation.
Now, he could neither be considered a Core Formation cultivator nor a ghost cultivator.
He was a 'freak'—half-human, half-ghost!
At this point, he was sustained only by his obsessions.
"Master Ten Thousand Techniques... You indeed cultivated that divine art within three years and successfully broke through!"
A gentle breeze blew by, transforming into the figure of a woman—the Late Core Formation cultivator, the Mistress of the Wind Division from the Ten Thousand Phenomena Sect!
Although she had told Elder Long that she would delay Elder Fu Hongyi's Heaven Sword Sect army for four years, in reality... it would take less than three years!
"Transcendence Beyond Yin, Divine Elephant Unseen, Nameless Ghost Gate, Nameless Three Mountains, Not Entering Reincarnation, ultimately without a place to return..."
The Mistress of the Wind Division gazed at Master Ten Thousand Techniques as if admiring a perfect work of art, her eyes filled with eagerness, "Master, your talent is truly heaven-sent... Perhaps in the path of ghost cultivation, you can be called a 'Ghost Immortal'..."
"I..."
Master Ten Thousand Techniques moved his stiff neck, his speech gradually becoming more fluent, "If not for the Ten Thousand Phenomena Sect's support in obtaining that treasure... I might still be trapped. But unfortunately, this path is not perfect. The person I was is long gone; the current me is a fusion of Master Ten Thousand Techniques' remaining soul, Black Elder Daoist, and the Yin Sha Qi—a ghostly creature!"
"Regardless, don't forget your agreement with our Supreme Elder... With your current cultivation, you can kill anyone below the Primordial Spirit stage! This time, the Heaven Sword Sect will suffer a significant loss!" The graceful Mistress of the Wind Division laughed.
The Eighteen Heavens Flipping Golden Corpse Array was indeed real, but it wasn't the Ten Thousand Phenomena Sect's ultimate trump card.
When two Primordial Spirit stage sects clashed, there were bound to be multiple backup plans.
As the crucial trump card for turning the tide, it was imperative to have more than one ace up their sleeve.
As the leader of the Wind Division within the Ten Thousand Phenomena Sect, the woman was privy to many secrets. She was well-informed about the Eighteen Heavens Flipping Golden Corpse Array and other similar illusions.
But the Ten Thousand Phenomena Sect's most significant investment was still in the Ten Thousand Techniques Mystic Realm!
"Agreement?" Master Ten Thousand Techniques' eyes narrowed, and a green light enveloped his entire body before he suddenly disappeared.
When he reappeared, he was behind the leader of the Wind Division, and a sinister, cold, and burning dark green flame claw reached out to grab the woman.
The wind blew gently.
The leader of the Wind Division stood in another space, a smile creeping onto her face. "Master Ten Thousand Techniques, you're the one who broke the blood contract first!"
She shouted, and a strange document appeared in her hand.
This document was entirely red, as if dyed with fresh blood, and it was covered in various strange restrictions and incantations.
At the top of the document, there was a vivid ghost head pattern.
"Go!"
The leader of the Wind Division pinched a seal with both hands, and her late-stage Core Formation cultivation power, like a mighty river, poured into the blood contract document.
A hideous and terrifying dark green ghost head appeared, with horns on its forehead. It suddenly opened its mouth wide and dove into Master Ten Thousand Techniques' body.
"A curse ghost?"
Master Ten Thousand Techniques' face showed a hint of relish. "Indeed, a rare and delicious feast..."
"How is this possible? You're not being affected by the blood contract backlash?"
The leader of the Wind Division was shocked.
"I'm no longer human nor ghost. The blood contract can no longer bind me."
Master Ten Thousand Techniques sneered. "This curse ghost is quite something. It can nourish me... I'm sure your true core will taste just as good."
He suddenly opened his mouth, and a tongue, like an arrow, pierced through space!
The leader of the Wind Division pinched a seal with both hands, and a blue wind spirit pearl appeared, transforming into countless tornadoes that protected her.
Seeing Master Ten Thousand Techniques' display of power, a smile appeared on her face. "You did swallow the curse ghost!"
"What? No!"
Master Ten Thousand Techniques was startled, but it was too late.
His abdomen suddenly exploded, revealing a broken blood-colored inkstone.
A virtual curse ghost, covered in various curse marks, howled and pounced on the blood-colored inkstone, devouring it voraciously.
In an instant, this curse ghost seemed to merge with the blood-colored inkstone.
"Ghost Fusion Inkstone?"
Master Ten Thousand Techniques' expression stiffened, but he still showed a hint of anger and surprise. "This treasure is indeed useful for my ghost body fusion, although I know you didn't give it to me with good intentions. I've used countless techniques and secrets, but I haven't found any issues..."
"Hehe, Master, being from a Core Formation sect, doesn't know the methods of my Primordial Spirit Great Sect. The 'Ghost Fusion Inkstone' is not fake, but there's a taboo—it must not come into contact with curse ghosts, especially those containing bloodline contracts."
The leader of the Wind Division explained with a smile, enjoying the show.
At that moment, accompanied by a shrill howl, an extra ghost head appeared on the Ghost Fusion Inkstone, seemingly out of nowhere.
This ghost head had a blue face and sharp fangs, looking extremely hideous. Its face was covered in various curse marks.
Master Ten Thousand Techniques screamed, transforming into a beam of green light and attempting to flee.
However, countless black light pillars rose into the sky, forming an array that resembled an upside-down giant bowl, covering the exit of the Ten Thousand Techniques Mystic Realm and preventing him from escaping.
"Rise!"
A token appeared in the leader of the Wind Division's hand, and countless light pillars emerged, crisscrossing as they descended.
"Haha!"
Master Ten Thousand Techniques' hair stood on end, and his hair strands danced wildly. His cultivation power surged, seemingly breaking through the limit of the Core Formation peak and entering a whole new realm.
A sense of terror pressed down, making the leader of the Wind Division feel as if she were facing her sect's Supreme Elder.
"Die!"
She quickly pinched a seal with both hands, and her power surged forth...
...
Half an hour later.
"I refuse to accept this..."
Accompanied by a shrill roar, Master Ten Thousand Techniques' body turned to ashes under a purple heavenly thunder.
Within the ashes, a palm-sized green 'infant' appeared.
It was dazed and confused, and the leader of the Wind Division pinched a seal with both hands, conjuring countless black threads that tightly wrapped around the infant, forming a black ball.
"Finally, it's done..."
The leader of the Wind Division gazed at the black sphere in her hand, her face filled with joy, and even a hint of greed. "Using our sect's 'Ghost Fusion Inkstone,' along with Master Ten Thousand Techniques' soul and various rare materials, I've finally succeeded in refining this 'Primordial Spirit' according to the records of the Profound Evil Primordial Spirit Great Art. It's worth the Supreme Elder's efforts to restrain Chu Zhenjun and my risk of entering this wilderness!"
"However, by not following the proper procedures and taking a crooked path, this Primordial Spirit is more fittingly called a 'Ghost Infant.' But even so, this 'Ghost Infant' is enough for me to possess its power and attain the strength of a 'False Infant'..."
Apologies for any inconvenience caused by my recent illness.
(End of Chapter)
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