85: Chapter 85 Becoming an Apprentice of Elder Dan, the Annihilation Furnace

Just as Hun Tiandi was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his gaze became as sharp as a sword as he looked at the Red-Gold Puppet in front of him.

It had actually fully awakened, with thick strands of baleful aura swirling around its body...

"This puppet is not right..."

Hun Tiandi frowned slightly. These Red-Gold Puppets were different from ordinary puppets; in their eyes, it was not empty and dead, but actually retained a breath of life.

With the profound mystery of his Blood God Body, he was extremely sensitive to the aura of life.

As expected of a powerful Alchemist, their methods were unpredictable, even able to refine puppets that were nearly like living people.

With a thought, his soul power surged out and entered the body of the Red-Gold Puppet, attempting to imprint a mark within it.

This kind of mark was incredibly powerful, most likely personally set by the Alchemist who was now that purple skeleton; with his current soul power level, it was absolutely not something he could erase.

Hun Tiandi shook his head helplessly. If he could erase the mark and subdue these powerful Red-Gold Puppets, once he left this Minghai...

He could walk tall in the Central Plains, and he would never let off those who had hunted him, like the Burning Flame Valley, Pill Tower, and Starfall Pavilion...

He would settle the scores one by one.

Puchi!

Hun Tiandi was unwilling to give up without a fight. He executed the Half-Step Crushing Fist, his fist carrying a six-fold hidden force as it slammed into the chest of the puppet before him.

With a muffled clang, he intended to use the hidden force to break the seal of the mark.

After throwing this punch, Hun Tiandi regretted it.

Punching the hard body of the Red-Gold Puppet not only failed to break the seal, but he himself was sent flying by the immense counter-shock force.

His body flew backward and crashed into the bronze gate, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he fell heavily to the ground.

As the majestic force erupted, the intense pain caused Hun Tiandi to instantly fall unconscious, and the purple jade slip in his sleeve fell to the ground.

"Not good, the true body has fallen unconscious..."

After Hun Tiandi fainted, the besieged Blood God Child's expression changed drastically, the baleful aura on his body churning like a tide.

Just as he was about to strike, the Red-Gold Puppet erupted with a terrifying aura.

"Don't move!" the Blood God Child cautioned.

A strange silence fell over the hall.

"Has someone finally come?"

Suddenly, a desolate sigh emerged from the deathly silent hall. The three Blood God Children, like mice seeing a tiger, abruptly turned their heads toward the stone seat.

A faint red light swirled within the purple skeleton on the stone seat. Under the horrified gaze of the Blood God Child, an illusory elderly figure was floating above the purple skeleton...

"Hehe, young man, you are truly lucky to reach the Minghai Forbidden Land. Unfortunately, you've encountered me in my last gasps; as a Semi-Saint, only my soul body remains..."

"Forgive me, but for this old man to be resurrected and seek revenge against the Pill Tower, I can only seize your body..."

"Don't let me get out. Once I seize this body and find a way to leave the Minghai Forbidden Land, the Pill Tower will face my vengeance..."

"Sigh, how many years has it been? I wonder if anyone still remembers the prestige of my name, Dan Chenzi..."

The old man lightly stroked his beard and muttered softly. When he mentioned the words 'Pill Tower,' his indifferent tone contained a bone-chilling ferocity.

It was as if the old man's hatred for the Pill Tower could not be washed away even by all the energy of the Fighting Qi Continent...

Roars echoed continuously within the hall, yet they could not reach the outside.

Killing intent surged in his eyes, and his entire body emitted a fierce aura of slaughter. If someone with insufficient strength were to be glared at by him, they would likely explode and die instantly.

"Hehe, it seems the heavens have treated me well; this is truly a stroke of luck..."

This is a human body, and it's currently unconscious. Although I am a soul body and my strength has dropped to its lowest point...

However, this young man being unconscious is perfect for me to perform a Possession and be reborn through this body.

The old man was filled with joy as he inspected the body. This young man's body was exceptionally strong; his bones, meridians, and Qi whirlpool were all of the highest quality.

Without a second thought, he turned into a ball of light and dove into Hun Tiandi's brow.

Because Hun Tiandi was unconscious, he was unaware that an illusory soul body had unknowingly rushed into his Sea of Consciousness.

The old man entered the Sea of Consciousness, looked around, and chuckled strangely, "Good, good, what a pure soul. But why is this boy's soul in the shape of a red sword?"

"I am a Semi-Saint soul body. I'll use this body temporarily, and once I find a way to refine my original body, I'll leave it."

"Regardless of who you are, consider yourself unlucky today..."

The old man flew toward the red sword-shape. Once he devoured the soul, the body would naturally be his...

"What the...!"

In the blink of an eye, the old man who had just rushed into the Sea of Consciousness to devour Hun Tiandi's soul now had a face full of terror, as if he had encountered something extremely frightening.

Strands of fear appeared in his eyes.

"Who on earth are you? How can you possess such a terrifying treasure? What a lucky little fellow..."

Without looking back, the old man rushed out of the Sea of Consciousness and reappeared in the hall.

His once gentle gaze was now full of a sense of defeat, and even more so, it was permeated with fear.

Having failed halfway through devouring the young man's soul, the old man felt unwilling.

"Fortunately, the true body wasn't taken..." The trapped Blood God Children looked at each other, their eyes reflecting excitement.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, the intense pain in Hun Tiandi's body vanished. He let out a muffled groan and quickly opened his eyes.

He instantly surveyed his surroundings.

"Who are you?"

Hun Tiandi's heart jolted. Seeing the illusory old man floating in mid-air, he took a deep breath and instantly retreated far away.

With a grab at the air, the ten thousand soul banner was in his hand as he questioned the figure.

"You are the master of this body? You are the one who transformed your soul into a sword-shape and possesses a heaven-defying treasure in the depths of your Sea of Consciousness? What a little madman!"

After retreating, Hun Tiandi could clearly see that illusory and powerful figure.

The old man spoke with a deafening voice, filled with excitement. His sharp eyes stared at him, as if trying to see through the young man.

In the old man's eyes, this young man in green robes was a madman. Whether a human soul was strong or not, it was always human-shaped, yet this boy's soul was sword-shaped, transformed by his own accord.

"Who are you?"

"Could you be..." Hun Tiandi seemed to think of something as his gaze turned toward the purple skeleton sitting cross-legged on the stone seat in the hall.

At this moment, for some reason, a red light pulsed around the purple skeleton, as if it had been doused in blood.

"Guessed it?" The old man showed a playful expression as he looked at Hun Tiandi.

"Senior, why tease this junior? I came to this mysterious place by chance. While slaying beasts, I obtained a purple jade slip that guided me to Senior's place of cultivation. This junior will leave now!"

Hun Tiandi put away the ten thousand soul banner and cupped his hands in a polite greeting.

Facing such a terrifying expert, lying would be the height of folly.

"Hahaha, good courage and a sharp mind!" The old man laughed loudly, stroking his beard as he praised.

"You want to know who I am? Then listen well."

The old man's expression stiffened, his entire being filled with pride.

He spoke, "This seat is a Saint Alchemist, the Semi-Saint Dan Chenzi."

There was a sense of pride in his words, as if he took great honor in this, as if it carried infinite glory.

"The Pill Tower traitor, Dan Chenzi?"

Hun Tiandi's eyes nearly bulged out, and his heart almost leaped from his chest. He looked at the old man in disbelief.

His expression was horrified to the extreme, his fingers trembling as he pointed at the old man, finding it difficult even to speak.

A stormy sea seemed to rise in his heart, overwhelming his mind, as the words escaped his mouth.