210: Chapter 210 Ancestor! Are you alright?

"Hmm? Azure Eagle is dead?"

The white-haired, barefoot old man stopped abruptly, looking toward the Taixu Realm with a grave expression!

"No! They're all dead!

Not a single Cultivator from the six sects is left; they're all dead!"

Mad Sword Immortal's pupils constricted violently, his spine went cold, and cold sweat instantly broke out across his back!

Mad Sword Immortal had only speculated that the Taixu Realm must have a very deep foundation for the three Great Elders of the Central Province Imperial Family to act together, but he truly hadn't expected Azure Eagle and the Cultivators of the six great sects to all die in the Taixu Realm! Not a single living Soul escaped!

Those were the six great sects!

Azure Eagle was also said to be at least a Peak Tribulation Crossing Stage powerhouse. More than half of the top combat power of the entire Central Province had died in the Taixu Realm overnight!

Mad Sword Immortal's mouth hung wide open, his body trembling slightly, unable to say a word for a long time!

Fortunately, he had feigned madness and didn't participate in the slaughter of the Taixu Realm; otherwise, he and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect would likely have died there as well!

"Old Ancestor? Old Ancestor! Are you okay?

Don't scare me like this!"

Elder Zhao, whose face was a bloody mess, knelt before the white-haired, barefoot old man with a sobbing voice, shaking the old man's body!

"Old Ancestor, go ahead and keep hitting me!

Just don't scare me like this!"

Mad Sword Immortal snapped back to his senses. Looking at the bloody mess of Elder Zhao's face before him, a look of heartache appeared on his wrinkled old face.

"This face of yours was traded for the lives of our entire sect!

Does it hurt?"

"Old Ancestor! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, our whole sect is fine now!"

Elder Zhao buried his mangled face in Mad Sword Immortal's chest and began to wail!

A man several hundred years old was crying as heart-wrenchingly as a Child who had lost their candy!

Mad Sword Immortal could be said to be the only Old Ancestor among these nine sects without any background or backing!

He had risen entirely from the status of a Loose Cultivator, struggling for thousands of years in this cold and heartless Cultivation World to Cultivate and eventually create the current Ten Thousand Swords Sect!

For thousands of years, Mad Sword Immortal had been walking on thin ice, not daring to offend any power, unable to afford to offend any power, constantly surviving in the cracks between the struggles of various factions!

In truth, he didn't want to feign madness and beat Elder Zhao, but what else could he do if he didn't?

Joining the slaughter of the Taixu Realm would likely mean not returning alive, yet not going would offend the Eunuch Faction. Either way, he couldn't escape the fate of being slaughtered. Only feigning madness was the only way to survive!

After all, in the eyes of the big shots, a madman wasn't worth the effort to eliminate. Their time was better spent fighting each other to secure more interests for themselves!

At Shu Mountain in the Taixu Realm, a handsome figure in his twenties hovered in the Void Realm!

The handsome man's long black hair fluttered in the wind, his sleeves billowed, and his white robe snapped like a battle flag. Behind him, the three large characters 'Seven Saints' were written in bold cursive with fresh blood!

That's right!

The handsome man was precisely the Ancestor of Mount Shu, Yu Hengzi.

The battle between Shushan Old Ancestor Yuhengzi and Azure Eagle had been too tragic. Three Corpse Kings with Peak Tribulation Crossing Stage cultivation were beaten to death by Azure Eagle's thousand-foot Shadow Blood Fists!

Normally, a Corpse King is an immortal body with an extinguished Soul and an eternal physical form. However, Azure Eagle's cultivation had reached the Peak Pseudo-Emperor Realm, and his Blood Eagle Fist was extremely bloody and overbearing!

In the face of absolute strength, any immortal body, tyrant body, or immortal physique would be smashed to pieces!

Fortunately, the core of the Three Corpses Soul Protection Formation was not destroyed. As long as there were enough Souls and corpses, the three Peak Tribulation Crossing Stage Corpse Kings could be resurrected!

The Ancestor of Mount Shu bit his finger and rapidly formed a blood curse with both hands—the Three Corpses Soul Returning Curse!

A hundred-foot-wide blood talisman slowly solidified in front of Yu Hengzi and drifted toward the core of the Three Corpses Soul Protection Formation!

Click!

Accompanied by a crisp metallic clicking sound, the Three Corpses Soul Protection Formation suddenly began to operate slowly!

The crimson protective shield slowly descended like the Milky Way falling from the Nine Heavens, enveloping the entire Taixu Realm within it!

Suddenly!

The crimson protective shield flared with intense blood-light, which fell silently like moonlight. The entire Taixu Realm was shrouded in a terrifying crimson glow, resembling the eighteen layers of Hell!

A bizarre scene unfolded!

On the battlefield of the Taixu Realm's Southern Region, the flesh and blood from the corpses of the Central Province's six sect Cultivators were forcibly torn away by the descending blood-light. They were kneaded into a ball, which then hopped and skipped toward the core of the Three Corpses Soul Protection Formation like a Child playing on a country road!

Next, the Souls of the Central Province's six sect Cultivators were gripped by their scalps by pairs of blood-red hands and violently torn from their corpses!

White Souls with pupils trembling in shock and faces twisted in expressions of pure terror were dragged by their scalps by the blood-red hands, flying toward the core of the Three Corpses Soul Protection Formation!

Screams of agony rose to the sky, making one's hair stand on end and scalp tingle. Like the whispers of demons, they echoed continuously across the land of the Taixu Realm!

Three hours later, the blood-light in the Taixu Realm gradually dissipated, leaving behind over a hundred thousand bleached skeletons lying coldly in the desolate night!

Suddenly!

The sound of clanking chains abruptly rang out!

Boom!

An entire mountain peak was smashed to dust by a single corpse fist. Dust and sand rose into the sky like a ten-thousand-foot Dragon!

Amidst the clanking of chains, three corpse shadows slowly stepped out of the dust, each a hundred feet tall!

Yu Hengzi's pupils trembled slightly, his body jolted, and his mouth fell wide open in total shock!

The three Corpse Kings' originally rotting bodies had now completely transformed into pitch-black, shiny blocks of muscle!

The arm-thick chains that had been wrapped around them were now ten times thicker!

Each Corpse King was clad in spiked armor that reflected a cold, blue-black metallic glint under the moonlight!

Yu Hengzi could clearly feel that although each Corpse King was still at the Peak Tribulation Crossing Stage, their strength was several times what it had been before!

Now, a single Peak Tribulation Crossing Stage Corpse King should have no problem going head-to-head with an Early Stage Pseudo-Emperor powerhouse!

The process of using a Cultivator's flesh and Soul to rebuild and resurrect a Corpse King after it has fallen in battle is called "Corpse Tempering"!

To put it simply, "Corpse Tempering" treats the Corpse King like a piece of meteoric iron, repeatedly heating it, smashing it, and reshaping it to remove Impurities and forge it into a peerless divine weapon!

Yu Hengzi knew that the three Peak Tribulation Crossing Stage Corpse Kings would become stronger after this "Corpse Tempering," but he hadn't expected them to become this formidable!

However, this time he had used the corpses and Souls of over a hundred thousand Cultivators from the six sects of the Central Province for the tempering.

It was equivalent to feeding half of the Central Province's Cultivators to the three Corpse Kings. Such a Heaven-Defying improvement was actually within reason!