399: Jin Yuan Zhenren

However, after the brief excitement, the atmosphere across the entire Tianshu Peak plaza suddenly became even more solemn and murderous!

The Nascent Soul battle had settled, with the Yin Yang Sect and the Nine Nether Sect each securing one victory.

Next was the battle that would determine the final victor,

and it was the Spirit Transformation Realm battle, with the supreme grade heavenly artifact, the "soul devouring true spirit" sword, radiating monstrous Evil Qi, as the prize!

White Cloud Master's gaze swept over his side's camp, quickly calculating in his mind.

Spirit Transformation Realm Cultivators were true high-end combat power in any Sect, and their numbers were scarce.

The Yin Yang Sect had profound foundations, possessing dozens of Soul Transformation Elders,

but the selection of who could fight now, whose strength was sufficient to deal with the Nine Nether Sect's clearly prepared Soul Transformation opponent, required careful consideration.

The allure of a supreme grade heavenly artifact was immense!

Even the sinister "soul devouring true spirit" sword held enough value to tempt any Spirit Transformation Cultivator,

and it was more than enough to trade for a top-tier Magic Treasure suitable for oneself.

"Sect Head Senior Brother, allow this poor Daoist to take this battle."

A calm voice, yet one containing a fervent will capable of incinerating the eight wastes, rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a figure slowly rising from the Chiyan Peak area.

His red hair was like fire, each strand seemingly flowing with molten gold, casually draped over his shoulders.

His face was resolute, and when his eyes opened and closed, it was as if lava was churning deep within his pupils.

Wherever his gaze fell, the air slightly warped. He wore a dark red Magic Treasure robe patterned with clouds.

His sleeves moved without wind, and as they fluttered, faint, scattered sparks of fire flickered around him.

It was none other than the Chiyan Peak Elder, Jin Yuan Immortal Master!

A supremely domineering, scorching aura, capable of incinerating mountains and boiling seas, spread out as he stood up.

It silently permeated the area, instantly dispersing the lingering cold ghostly Qi and burnt smell on the plaza, bringing with it a heart-palpitating sensation of heat.

Standing there, he resembled a dormant volcano that had been silent for ten thousand years, ready to erupt at any moment!

"It's Junior Martial Uncle Jin Yuan!"

"Excellent! With Junior Martial Uncle Jin Yuan making a move, we are sure to win this battle!"

The Yin Yang Sect Disciples were greatly encouraged! The reputation of Jin Yuan Immortal Master resonated throughout the Sect!

The Burning Heaven Extinguishing World Art he cultivated was supremely domineering; during combat, he could summon prairie true fire with a wave of his hand, incinerating the eight wastes;

he could also condense fire into a lotus, burning down a city with a single thought!

He once used a finger of burnt fire to completely destroy a monstrous demonic tide raging through the Great Desolate Forest,

and ignited a strand of heart fire in the extreme northern ice fields, reducing invading demonic Cultivators to ashes! His Lifebound Treasure, the "Blazing Nether Lantern,"

was even more mysterious; when the lamp flame ignited, it could illuminate the netherworld; when the lamp flame extinguished, all things returned to silence!

Although his nature was solitary and proud, he was not bloodthirsty, often saying, "Fire is not destruction, but the beginning of Nirvana."

He once sat in silent meditation for three hundred years in his Immortal Cave, the "Sea of Burnt Silence," comprehending the vitality within fire, ultimately achieving the Soul Transformation Dao!

His combat strength was definitely among the top three among the Yin Yang Sect's Middle Stage Soul Transformation Elders!

When White Cloud Master saw Jin Yuan Immortal Master volunteer, his heart slightly settled, and he nodded, saying:

"Thank you, Junior Brother Jin Yuan! Be sure to be careful; the Nine Nether Sect's methods are treacherous."

Jin Yuan Immortal Master nodded slightly, his red hair fluttering slightly, and he took a step forward.

Without any earth-shattering momentum, his figure appeared as if by instantaneous movement,

directly on the largest Spirit Transformation arena in the center.

The white jade ground beneath his feet silently melted into two shallow, charred footprints the instant he landed!

His gaze was calm, like two tranquil suns of molten gold, as he looked toward the Nine Nether Sect's seats.

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly spread throughout the entire venue: "Yin Yang Sect, Jin Yuan. Who will enlighten me?"

In the Nine Nether Sect's seats, the black-robed man, whose aura was the most sinister and terrifying,

the one who had been silent as an abyss—Blood Net—finally raised his head slowly.

Under his hood, on his face covered in strange blood-colored patterns, resembling a malevolent ghost,

his crimson pupils were like two pools of blood, carrying sickening cruelty and indifference as they swept over Jin Yuan Immortal Master on the arena.

He did not stand up, merely using a hoarse voice, like sandpaper rubbing,

and spoke to a figure beside him, who was also shrouded in a black robe and possessed a cold, desolate aura:

"Withered Awl, you go. A mere Mid-stage Soul Transformation is not worthy of this Seat making a move."

"Yes, Lord Blood Net."

The black-robed man named Withered Awl bowed in response, his voice dry and piercing, like the rubbing of withered bones.

Withered Awl's figure flickered, appearing opposite Jin Yuan Immortal Master like a phantom.

He lifted his hood, revealing a skeletal, bloodless face,

with deeply sunken eye sockets and cloudy, grayish-white pupils, like two dead stones.

His body was also extremely emaciated, and the wide black robe draped over him,

hung loosely, as if only a skeleton lay inside.

He exuded dense Death Qi and a sense of decay, resembling a thousand-year-old dried corpse that had just crawled out of a grave.

"Nine Nether Sect, Withered Awl."

Withered Awl's voice was flat, his grayish-white eyes staring at Jin Yuan Immortal Master as if looking at a corpse about to rot.

The Elder responsible for presiding over the Soul Transformation arena, sensing the terrifying yet completely opposing auras emanating from the two men,

felt fine beads of sweat break out on his forehead. He took a deep breath and solemnly announced:

"The Spirit Transformation Realm match begins!"

The two words, "It begins," were like lighting the fuse of a powder keg!

Boom—!!!

Withered Awl moved first!

His dry, skeletal hands suddenly shot out from the black robe, his ten fingernails black and sharp, like ghost claws!

A gray-black Death Qi, so dense it couldn't be dissolved, erupted instantly from his body like the waters of a breached Stygian river,

sweeping across the entire arena!

"Myriad Bones Soul Devouring!"

Withered Awl let out a piercing shriek!

Within the surging Death Qi, countless pale bone spurs, twisted skulls, and even complete skeletal arms condensed out of thin air,

carrying mournful ghostly shrieks and cold, Yin power that corroded the Divine Soul, shooting toward Jin Yuan Immortal Master like torrential rain!

Wherever they passed, even the air was corroded, giving off sizzling sounds,

and the space itself seemed to be stained with a layer of deathly gray decay!

This offensive was venomous, bizarre, and overwhelming!

It was more than ten times more terrifying than the previous Golden Core and Nascent Soul battles!

Countless Cultivators in the stands turned pale; just the residual Death Qi that leaked out

made their Divine Souls sting and their vital energy circulation sluggish! This was the might of a Spirit Transformation Cultivator!

Facing this terrifying assault, which was enough to instantly heavily wound an ordinary Early Stage Spirit Transformation Cultivator, Jin Yuan Immortal Master merely let out a cold snort.

"Hmph! Petty tricks!"

His red hair wildly danced without wind, and the molten gold color in his eyes flared brightly!

Without seeing how he moved, the domineering and scorching aura around his body erupted instantly!

"Burn!"

A single word spoken, and the word became law!

RUMBLE—!

Centered on Jin Yuan Immortal Master, towering flames ignited out of thin air within a radius of dozens of yards!

This fire was not ordinary; it displayed a deep, dark gold color, containing terrifying high temperatures capable of incinerating everything!

The flames surged, instantly transforming into a raging sea of fire,

completely engulfing all the bone spurs, skulls, and skeletal arms that shot toward him!

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—!

Piercing scorching sounds mixed with mournful ghostly shrieks!

The white bones containing dense Death Qi, under the incineration of the dark gold flames,

rapidly melted and vaporized like snow thrown into a furnace! Not even a trace of ash remained!