228: I will use the blood and flesh of my disciples and descendants to replenish the deficiencies of my immortal body.

"Ice Seal."

As Mu Qingxue’s cold voice fell, countless ice-blue snowflakes did not fall gently; they madly sliced through this space filled with stench.

The Corpse Qi that had been running wild due to the array losing control was frozen into gray-black ice crystals the moment it touched the snowflakes, falling with a rustling sound.

The temperature of the entire Dead Spirit Abyss instantly shifted from cold and damp to an extreme, deep freeze.

"Cough, cough... cough..."

The dust and toxic mist dissipated.

Myriad Corpse True Person stood hunched over beside the damaged headless immortal corpse. His Daoist robe, which had already been blown to tatters, was now covered in frost.

But he did not panic like the small fry before him; even his scream from just now seemed as if it were merely part of a performance.

He slowly raised his head. Where was there any hint of pain on that face, which looked like withered tree bark?

In those cloudy eyes, there was now only bottomless gloom and calculation.

"Good, very good."

Myriad Corpse True Person extended a withered finger and lightly flicked a piece of ice residue off his shoulder.

"A space trap, mixed poisons, and the suppression of such an Ice Law..."

"It seems you have come prepared."

His gaze bypassed Su Hongling, who was wreaking havoc, and Mu Qingxue high in the sky, landing precisely on Su Lin, who stood behind them with his hands behind his back.

"Young man, you played that bait and switch quite well."

"To be able to suppress the Immortal Qi in that severed hand to such an extent and even hide it from my perception... the secrets you hold are likely even more enticing than this immortal corpse."

Su Lin looked at him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

This old monster's reaction was too calm.

With the great array destroyed, the immortal corpse damaged, and himself poisoned, any ordinary person would have lost their composure long ago.

Yet, although his aura was somewhat disordered at the moment, his Foundation was as stable as Mount Tai.

"Old thing, you talk too much!"

Su Hongling didn't care what he was calculating; her great sword no edge swept out once more with the force of ten thousand tons.

"I'll smash you into meat paste and see what secrets you have then!"

"Meat paste?"

A strange curve curled at the corner of Myriad Corpse True Person’s mouth.

"Little girl, you have quite a bit of strength, but in my Dead Spirit Abyss, having only strength... will lead to death."

He suddenly pressed his hands down, slapping them directly onto the White Bone Altar beneath his feet.

"Myriad Corpses Worshiping the Ancestor! Blood Sacrifice!"

The ground of the entire Dead Spirit Abyss suddenly began to writhe violently, as if some gargantuan creature was awakening beneath the earth.

Next, a scalp-numbing scene occurred.

The bodies of the thousands of Corpse Cultivator Disciples around them—those who hadn't died yet and those who already had—suddenly began to swell like balloons.

"Old Ancestor?! What are you doing?!"

"Aaaah! Help!!"

Screams of agony rose one after another.

Accompanied by a series of dull explosions, these thousands of Cultivators actually all burst apart at the same time!

The flesh, blood, and souls filling the sky did not dissipate. Instead, drawn by an invisible force, they turned into rivers of blood-red, surging madly into the damaged headless immortal corpse at the center of the altar.

"Using the flesh and blood of my Disciples and grand-Disciples to supplement the deficiencies of the immortal body!"

Madness filled Myriad Corpse True Person’s eyes.

With the injection of the massive amount of flesh and blood, the immortal corpse—which had a large hole blown into it and was teetering—actually began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Its originally crystal-clear skin was now stained with an eerie blood-red color.

Its aura also shifted from pure Immortal Qi to a terrifying Devilish Might mixed with Death Qi and resentment.

"Roar..."

Although it had no head, a low growl like muffled thunder issued from the chest cavity of this headless corpse.

It raised its hand and threw a light punch toward the charging Su Hongling.

Space instantly collapsed.

Su Hongling felt an indescribable, massive force strike her, as if a great mountain had crashed into her head-on.

The great sword in her hand vibrated violently, and the webbing of her thumb instantly split open.

She was sent flying backward even faster than she had come, smashing fiercely into the distant rock wall and creating a bottomless crater.

"Second Senior Sister!"

Luo Ximei and Chu Weiwei’s expressions changed drastically.

That was Su Hongling, a Mahayana Stage Body Cultivator!

To be sent flying by a single punch in a head-on clash?

"Don't panic."

Su Lin’s voice rang out at the right time, steadying everyone’s nerves.

His gaze was like a torch, fixed intently on the now blood-colored immortal corpse.

"He is using an evil method to forcibly activate the immortal corpse's instincts; this is killing the goose that lays the golden eggs."

"Although that immortal corpse is strong, without a head as a hub or a Divine Soul to lead it, it is nothing more than a walking corpse."

"But Revered Master, this meat is too tough!"

Su Hongling crawled out from the pile of rubble and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, the Battle Intent in her eyes increasing rather than decreasing.

"However... it's got kick! I like it!"

"Since it's tough, then disintegrate it from the inside."

Although they usually bickered fiercely among themselves, once facing an outside enemy, their coordination was terrifyingly seamless.

"Take this!"

Su Hongling charged again. This time, she didn't meet it head-on but used her agile movement to weave around the immortal corpse, her great sword striking hard at its joints from time to time. Although she couldn't break its defense, it was enough to interfere with its movements.

"Myriad Poisons Corroding the Immortal!"

Chu Weiwei flicked her fingers repeatedly, sending countless tiny green seeds into the blood mist surrounding the immortal corpse.

These seeds grew madly upon contact with the blood Qi, turning into hideous poisonous vines that attempted to burrow into the immortal corpse's wounds.

"Myriad Soul Locks!"

Luo Ximei summoned her myriad soul banner, and countless pitch-black chains wound around like tentacles, each one coated with Devilish Qi capable of defiling Magic Treasures.

"Suppress!"

Cold Moon stood high in the air, nine golden Dragon phantoms circling behind her. Her Imperial Pressure descended like a mountain, slowing the immortal corpse's movements.

And Ye You... she was the most direct.

She turned into a streak of dark green light, seizing the moment the immortal corpse was restrained by the others to press herself directly onto its back.

Countless tiny vine-like tentacles extended from her palms, stabbing fiercely into the immortal corpse's flesh.

"Slurp~"

"Such pure energy... though it's a bit smelly, it's a great tonic!"

Greed flickered in Ye You’s eyes as her Abyssal Devouring Bloodline fully activated, madly extracting the energy within the immortal corpse.

"Roar!!"

"Damn it! Damn it!!"

Myriad Corpse True Person watched with eyes nearly splitting from rage.

He had spent hundreds of years of effort to assemble this immortal corpse, and now it was being treated as a buffet by these people?

"Since you are looking for death, then none of you shall live!"

He suddenly pulled a small, pitch-black banner from his robes.

There was no pattern on the banner, only a darkness so dense it wouldn't dissipate.

[Yin-Gathering Banner].

This was a companion treasure of this ancient battlefield, capable of mobilizing the Death Qi of the entire North Sea Guixu.

"Nine Nether Yellow Springs, obey my command!"

Myriad Corpse True Person spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the banner.

"Rise!"

The ground of the entire Dead Spirit Abyss split open completely.

This time, it wasn't an ordinary crack.

It was a direct path to the Yellow Springs Yin Vein deep underground!

Surging yellow spring water gushed out from the depths, carrying a terrifying aura that corroded all life, instantly submerging the entire altar.

"Yellow Springs Water?!"

Luo Ximei’s expression changed. "Retreat quickly! This water can dissolve Divine Souls!"

Everyone had to temporarily abandon their siege and fly into the air.

Ye You also jumped off the immortal corpse's back unwillingly, tearing off a large chunk of flesh and stuffing it into her mouth as she did.

"Glug, glug..."

The Yellow Springs Water spread, instantly submerging the immortal corpse.

But the immortal corpse was not corroded; instead, under the nourishment of the Yellow Springs Water, the blood-red color on its body faded, turning back into that eerie, pale white.

Its aura became even colder and more terrifying.

"Here, I am the Dominator!"

Myriad Corpse True Person stood on the crest of a Yellow Springs wave, holding the Yin-Gathering Banner and laughing wildly.

"You living beings have nothing but the fate of turning into withered bones before the Yellow Springs!"

"Wave, come!"

He waved his banner.

A thousand-foot-high giant wave of Yellow Springs Water, carrying countless souls sinking within it, crashed toward the group in the air.

The range was too vast; there was simply no way to avoid it.

"Ice Seal!"

Mu Qingxue attempted to freeze the giant wave, but the moment the ice layer touched the Yellow Springs Water, it was instantly corroded and melted.

"It's useless! Yellow Springs Water does not enter the Five Elements and is not within the Three Realms; your ice cannot block it!" Myriad Corpse True Person mocked.

Seeing the giant wave about to swallow everyone.

Su Lin, who had been standing at the back without acting, suddenly took a step forward.

He looked at the yellow water filling the sky, his eyes as calm as a mirror without a single ripple.

"Yellow Springs?"

"It is indeed a troublesome thing."

"But did you forget..."

Su Lin slowly raised his right hand.

Within his palm, the Myriad Heavens Star Chart slowly rotated.

And at the core of the star chart, three world cores were undergoing a wondrous resonance.

"In my hand, I hold the key to this world."

"Open!"

Su Lin gave a light shout.

The star chart in his palm instantly expanded, turning into a vast starry sky that directly enveloped the giant wave of Yellow Springs Water.

"Space, Displacement!"

Vroom!

The Space Law was activated.

Under Myriad Corpse True Person’s horrified gaze.

The thousand-foot giant wave that was originally crashing toward Su Lin and the others actually vanished into thin air in mid-flight!

The next second.

"BOOM!!!"

The giant wave appeared right above Myriad Corpse True Person’s head!

"What?!"

Myriad Corpse True Person had no time to react before he was struck head-on by the Yellow Springs Water he had summoned himself.

"Aaaah!!"

Although he cultivated the Corpse Dao, the corrosiveness of the Yellow Springs Water did not distinguish between friend and foe.

His withered body was instantly corroded until it was riddled with holes, emitting bursts of black smoke.

"Damn it! Damn it all!"

Myriad Corpse True Person struggled out of the Yellow Springs Water, half of his body nearly dissolved.

He looked at the man standing beneath the starry sky, and fear finally appeared in his eyes.

Space Law!

This man could actually use the Space Law so skillfully, even performing a displacement on such a large-scale Spell!

Half of Myriad Corpse True Person’s body was smoking with a pale white vapor under the encroachment of the Yellow Springs Water; it wasn't a normal burn, but a dissolution at the level of Law.

His left arm, along with half his shoulder, had already turned into a puddle of yellow water.

"Cough... cough cough..."

He stumbled backward, each step leaving a corroded footprint on the black jade floor.

But he did not panic like an ordinary Cultivator; he even suppressed his screams in his throat.

This old monster possessed a heart-chilling resilience even in a desperate situation.

"Hit him while he's down!"

Su Hongling didn't care about respecting the elderly; seeing Myriad Corpse True Person wounded, she immediately seized the opportunity.

"Gravity Domain: Ten-Thousand-Fold Suppression!"

The great sword no edge in her hand was thrust fiercely into the ground, and a red ripple spread rapidly across the floor, instantly covering the area beneath Myriad Corpse True Person’s feet.

"Crack!"

Myriad Corpse True Person’s already teetering body suddenly sank, and the kneecap of his only remaining good leg let out a crisp snap as he knelt directly on the ground.

"Good opportunity!"

A sharp light flashed in Luo Ximei’s eyes.

She formed seals with her hands, and in her platinum right eye, the light of combined holiness and eeriness grew intensely.

"Soul Seizing!"

A invisible hook-chain shot out from her eye, piercing toward Myriad Corpse True Person’s brow. For an enemy whose Physical Body was about to collapse, attacking the Divine Soul directly was the most effective method.

At the same time, Chu Weiwei was not idle either.

"Myriad Poisons Devouring the Body, Withered Wood Meeting Spring... Reverse Inversion!"

She shattered several bottles of poison she had already prepared, turning them into a multicolored toxic mist that, following Su Hongling’s gravity field, precisely covered Myriad Corpse True Person.

This was a finishing blow.

"ROAR——!!!"

Myriad Corpse True Person let out a roar that did not sound human.

In this moment between life and death, an extremely decayed power suddenly erupted from within his body.

"Corpse Liberation: Myriad Tribulation Substitutes!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Countless bloody holes suddenly burst open on his tattered body.

Immediately after, hundreds of Substitute Corpse Puppets that had long been refined within his body rushed out, stacking like human shields to block the area around him.

Luo Ximei’s Soul Seizing hook-chain was forcibly blocked by the Divine Souls of dozens of corpse puppets, exploding into fragments of Soul Power.

Chu Weiwei’s toxic mist was absorbed by the physical bodies of hundreds of corpse puppets, turning them into puddles of pus.

And Su Hongling’s gravity suppression was also forcibly pried open by a sliver by the power accumulated from these countless corpses.

Taking advantage of this momentary gap, Myriad Corpse True Person’s original body turned into a streak of gray light, fleeing the encirclement in a pathetic manner and landing on the other side of the altar, pressing tightly against the feet of the headless immortal corpse.

"Huff... huff..."

He panted heavily, his already withered face now resembling a malevolent ghost, and madness and venomous light flickered in his only remaining eye.

"Good... what a group of Juniors!"

His voice was raspy, like the pulling of a broken bellows.

"I never expected that after dominating the North Sea for a thousand years, I would be forced into such a state by a few young girls today."

"You're not dead yet?"

Su Hongling shouldered her great sword and looked at him with displeasure. "Your life is quite tough; are you a cockroach?"

Su Lin did not rush to pursue.

He stood in place, his brow slightly furrowed, his gaze passing over Myriad Corpse True Person to land on the now-quieted immortal corpse.

For some reason, even though Myriad Corpse True Person was already heavily injured and on the verge of death, the sense of unease in his heart was growing stronger.

"Myriad Corpse True Person."

Su Lin spoke slowly, his voice steady.

"You have lost."

"Your great array is broken, your corpse puppets are exhausted, and your Physical Body has collapsed. Step aside, and I can give you a quick end, allowing you to enter Reincarnation."