384: Chapter 384 Stay!

Inside the spiritual terrace, the dark gold spark stopped drawing outward and instead abruptly turned its spearhead, ruthlessly plunging into the limbs and bones of Cao Yun.

"Kid! Lend me thirty percent of your essential blood! This Seat will take you out alive!" The remnant soul's roar exploded within the Sea of Consciousness, carrying the madness of burning the bridges behind him.

Cao Yun had no time to resist. The boiling Qi and blood within his body instantly reversed, surging crazily toward the right half of his body.

His originally full muscles withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. His skin clung tightly to his bones, presenting a terrifying, grayish color.

Intense pain. The pain of having his tendons pulled and bones extracted. Cao Yun bit the tip of his tongue hard. The fishy, sweet taste of blood filled his mouth.

He did not struggle blindly. Instead, he compressed all the remaining Pure Yang Heart Fire, tightly protecting that single point of true spirit deep within his heart meridian.

This old ghost had been driven to a desperate situation. He was going all out.

The dark gold spark devoured thirty percent of his essential blood, instantly transforming into a strange, dark red blood flame. The blood flame exuded a terrifying aura intertwined with decay and madness.

"Disperse!" The right arm, controlled by the remnant soul, lifted abruptly. The five fingers closed together, slamming ruthlessly toward the collapsing altar below.

Deep within the ancient Immortal Cave, the remaining ninety-nine coiled dragon pillars let out a shrill, mournful cry in unison.

All the ancient array patterns engraved upon them completely reversed at this moment. The channels originally used to draw energy instantly became eruption vents for venting destruction.

Boom! A terrifying explosion, indescribable in words, erupted in the ruins of the main hall. Billions of tons of crimson magma shot into the sky.

The indestructible crystal foundation turned into powder inch by inch. This explosive force was forcibly gathered by the dark red blood flame, turning into a blood-colored blade a thousand feet long.

The blade, carrying the residual might of the destruction of the entire ancient Immortal Cave, shot straight into the firmament.

The barrier of the Great Void was as fragile as paper before this peerless blade.

Rip! A harsh, tearing sound resounded through the heavens and earth. The sky was forcibly torn open, creating a pitch-black crack a hundred feet long.

Violent spatial turbulence poured in crazily along the crack, shredding the surrounding fire clouds into pieces.

Within the Chaos of the Great Void, Old Monster Chili's ten-thousand-foot Dharma Body bore the brunt. The blood-colored blade slashed across the chest of the Dharma Body.

The Dharma Body, constructed from the Law of Li Fire, had a small half of its body directly sliced off. Large patches of flames dissipated.

"You wicked obstacle, how dare you!" Old Monster Chili roared. The roar of his true self directly pierced through the spatial barrier, crashing into this world.

He had schemed for a hundred years, sacrificed countless lives, and even lost his chief Disciple. Yet, this cooked duck was actually about to fly away right before his eyes! How could he endure this!

In a secret location in the Central Plains, Old Monster Chili's true self shattered his secluded Immortal Cave with a stomp.

A real, massive hand that covered the sky and sun spanned millions of miles of space, arrogantly reaching into the sky above the Luoyan Mountain Range.

The surface of the massive hand flowed with materialized Golden Core Law, grabbing tightly toward that crack.

Cao Yun was covered in blood. His right half was completely wrapped in dark red blood flame. His entire person turned into a faint stream of light, diving headfirst into that pitch-black crack in the Great Void.

"Stay!" The hand covering the sky slammed down. The space collapsed inch by inch. The Spiritual Qi within a thousand-mile radius was instantly drained.

But in the end, it was half a breath too slow. The massive hand only grabbed a piece of space debris at the edge of the crack.

Bang! The debris was crushed into powder. The violent Law of Li Fire exploded in the turbulence, expressing impotent rage.

Under the self-repair of the Laws of heaven and earth, the crack closed rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it vanished without a trace. It left behind only a scene of utter devastation and continuously erupting volcanic magma.

Deep in the Great Void, there was a deathly silence. The massive body of the Dragon King of the East Sea rolled in the clouds.

That dignified dragon face revealed unmistakable astonishment and wariness.

The dignified hegemon of the Central Plains, the Late Stage Golden Core True Lord, Old Monster Chili, had actually suffered a complete, silent loss at the hands of a remnant soul and a Purple Mansion Loose Cultivator!

Such a feat was enough to reshape the perception of the entire Cultivation World. This Loose Cultivator's life was truly tougher than dragon scales!

The Dharma Body monk from the Western Desert pressed his palms together. One hundred and eight sarira beads moved rapidly between his fingertips.

"Amitabha. Fellow Daoist Chili, this time you have truly lost the wife and the army." The monk's chanting carried undisguised mockery.

The prestige of the Central Plains camp collapsed at this moment.

Those Purple Mansion great cultivators of the Chili Sect who were watching from afar were all as silent as cicadas in winter.

They had witnessed with their own eyes that Loose Cultivator confronting the Golden Core Dharma Body head-on and escaping calmly under the pursuit of the true self.

Such means of escaping across ranks completely shattered their inherent defensive line that Golden Core True Lords were invincible.

Faith collapsed. Dao Hearts shattered. Countless people stared blankly at the sky, unable to return to their senses for a long time.

In the endless spatial turbulence, Cao Yun's Physical Body was enduring cutting as if by slow slicing. The dark red blood flame faded rapidly under the scouring of the turbulence.

The loss of thirty percent of his essential blood left this body extremely weak. His bones were covered with dense cracks. His Meridians were mostly broken.

The Pure Yang Heart Fire could only turtle up in a small area within his heart meridian, barely maintaining the last trace of life.

"We escaped." The remnant soul's weak thought echoed within the spiritual terrace.

The high-and-mighty majesty was long gone, leaving only the relief of surviving a disaster.

Cao Yun kept his eyes closed, letting his Physical Body drift in the darkness. He had no extra strength to respond.

The phantom of the [Mingxin Mirror] flickered weakly deep within the spiritual terrace. The bronze mirror reflected the current state of the remnant soul.

The dark gold spark had shrunk to the size of a soybean. It could be extinguished completely at any moment. But at the core of this old ghost, there was a hidden greed.

Cao Yun's heart sank abruptly. He knew this situation too well.

His essential blood was greatly depleted, and his spiritual terrace defense had dropped to the freezing point. For this old ghost, this was simply an excellent opportunity for Possession and Rebirth.

Crossing the river and breaking the bridge. Killing the donkey after the mill is done. This was the most basic survival Law of the Cultivation World.

"Kid, This Seat exhausted my foundation to save your life." The remnant soul's thought came again, carrying a hint of seduction.

"Open the Restriction of your spiritual terrace and let This Seat heal your wounds."

"Otherwise, you won't last an incense stick of time in this turbulence."

Cao Yun bit the tip of his tongue hard. The fishy, sweet blood stimulated his nerves.

"Get lost!" He squeezed out a word through his teeth.

The Pure Yang Heart Fire trembled violently, turning into a thin film of fire, tightly sealing his heart meridian.

He would rather be shredded by the spatial turbulence than hand his life over to this old ghost.

The remnant soul snorted coldly. He did not force it further.

The dark gold spark lay dormant silently in the broken Meridians of the right arm.

Both sides were waiting. Waiting for the other to be unable to hold on, waiting for the opportunity for that fatal blow. This game of parasitism and counter-devouring had only just begun.

Deep underground, Immortal Master Hou Chen, wrapped in the Earth Dragon Swim, fled frantically toward the periphery like a madman.

The destructive fluctuations coming from above shook him until his seven orifices bled.

The pitch-black luoyang shovel that had accompanied him for hundreds of years had its blade broken in half. His Ji Earth True Essence was nearly exhausted.

Six of his seven layers of shields were shattered, leaving only the innermost layer of light, thin as a cicada's wing.

"That was close!" He had used even his milk-drinking strength. If he had been even a bit slower, he would have been completely swallowed by the backflowing magma.

The jade talisman bestowed by True Monarch Yanqing had dimmed to the extreme. It was this weak wood-attribute Origin that, at the most fatal moment, blocked the killing impact of the main hall's explosion for him.

Hou Chen tightly protected the Storage Ring in his arms. It was filled with top-grade Fire Star Stones and that priceless Earth Core Fire Essence.

As long as he survived this wave, the ancestral graves of Chengtian Pavilion would be smoking with green smoke!

At the edge of the Luoyan Mountain Range, the ancient Daoist ground that was once filled with Spiritual Qi had now completely turned into ruins.

The earth cracked into countless bottomless canyons. Crimson magma roared and surged at the bottom of the valleys, swallowing all remaining vitality.

Thick volcanic ash covered the sky and sun. The air was filled with a pungent smell of sulfur.

A few Loose Cultivators who were lucky enough to escape to the periphery sat paralyzed on the charred soil, trembling uncontrollably.

They didn't even dare to pick up their Storage Pouches, their minds filled only with the thought of escaping this Hell.

In a collapsed valley dozens of miles away from the ruins of the main hall, thick volcanic ash covered the ground.

Suddenly, the flat surface of the ash bulged slightly. The soil loosened. Gravel rolled down.

A chubby hand abruptly pierced through the soil layer and stretched out with difficulty.

On that hand, there were still seven layers of earth-yellow shields, cracked to the extreme, tightly enclosing it.