142: Chapter 142 Repairing the Jade Disc

The man let out a miserable scream, the knife in his hand flying away!

Li Changsheng closed the distance and punched him squarely in the chest!

Right on his previous injury!

This punch carried the power of Withered Wood Meets Spring!

A surge of vibrant life force poured into the man's body, violently clashing with his own spiritual power!

The man's face flushed crimson. He spewed a mouthful of blood, was sent flying backward, slammed heavily into the wall, and fell silent.

On the other side, Loose Cultivator Shen and the Blood Fiend Sect Cultivator were locked in a desperate, brutal struggle, both covered in blood from numerous wounds.

Suddenly, seeing that Li Changsheng had actually killed the chubby-faced Cultivator, the Blood Fiend Sect Cultivator was momentarily stunned.

"Second Brother?!"

In that moment of distraction, Loose Cultivator Shen seized the opportunity, thrusting his sword through the Blood Fiend Sect Cultivator's Dantian!

The Blood Fiend Sect Cultivator's eyes widened. He looked down at the sword in his chest and slowly collapsed.

Finally, silence returned to the hall.

Of the five demonic shadows, they had jointly repelled four. The remaining one had shrunk back around the fissure, not daring to act rashly.

Li Changsheng gasped for breath, several new wounds marring his body.

But he paid them no mind, striding quickly towards the stone platform.

Loose Cultivator Shen also approached, frowning deeply as he looked at the jade wall covered in black patterns.

"Is this the soul-suppressing jade wall?"

Li Changsheng nodded. He took out True Lord Xuan Yun's jade token from his robes and prepared to follow the method inscribed on it, beginning to infuse Spiritual Qi.

At that very moment.

Boom!

The entire hall shook violently!

The fissure beneath the jade wall suddenly widened twofold!

A terrifying demonic intent erupted from the fissure, instantly engulfing the entire hall!

The demonic intent was so powerful that Li Changsheng and Loose Cultivator Shen both paled simultaneously.

They felt as if they were being watched by an ancient Vicious Beast. Every hair on their bodies stood on end, and even the circulation of their Spiritual Qi became sluggish!

From within the fissure, a massive demonic face slowly emerged.

The face was nearly ten feet across, pitch black with no discernible features except for a pair of crimson eyes that fixed unwaveringly on the two figures on the platform.

"Spirit Devourer..."

Loose Cultivator Shen murmured.

The demonic face opened its enormous maw and let out a piercing roar!

The roar pierced straight into their Divine Souls. Li Changsheng felt as if his head was splitting open. His vision went dark, and he nearly collapsed!

Just then, a faint azure light shot in from outside the hall, landing upon him.

It was the residual image of True Lord Xuan Yun's Nascent Soul.

His form was even more ethereal than before, as if he might dissipate at any moment.

He looked at Li Changsheng and spoke with difficulty.

"Quickly... infuse the Spiritual Qi... it's about to... Breakthrough..."

Gritting his teeth, Li Changsheng forced himself to stand and began walking step by step towards the jade wall.

Behind him, the massive demonic face stared fixedly, its crimson eyes filled with resentment and killing intent.

The enormous demonic face emerged fully from the fissure, causing the entire hall to tremble.

Li Changsheng clenched his jaw, taking one heavy step after another towards the stone platform.

Each step felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. The terrifying demonic intent pressed down on him like a physical weight, making his bones creak.

Behind him, Loose Cultivator Shen also struggled to his feet, staggering as he followed.

"I'll help you,"

he said, his voice hoarse but resolute.

Li Changsheng glanced at him and nodded.

Simultaneously, they both placed their hands on the soul-suppressing jade wall.

Li Changsheng closed his eyes. Following the method from True Lord Xuan Yun's Incomplete Manual, he slowly channeled the Spiritual Qi from his body into the jade wall.

That Spiritual Qi was pure and gentle, carrying the unique life force of the nine-turn azure profound bead. Like a trickling stream, it seeped into the jade wall.

Loose Cultivator Shen also mobilized his Spiritual Qi, pouring it into the jade wall.

His Spiritual Qi was fierce and overbearing, completely different from Li Changsheng's gentle flow, but it was also effective.

The black patterns on the jade wall's surface began to slowly fade.

But the rate of fading was extremely slow, almost imperceptible.

Meanwhile, the Evil Qi surging from the fissure grew denser, and the roars from the demonic face became even more piercing!

"Too slow!"

Loose Cultivator Shen gritted out.

"At this rate, we won't make it in time!"

Li Changsheng didn't reply. Instead, he bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the jade wall!

The essence blood contained the life force he had refined from the nine-turn azure profound bead, even more refined than pure Spiritual Qi!

The jade wall suddenly lit up!

The black patterns began to recede at a visible pace, shrinking from the edges of the jade wall towards the center!

The Evil Qi pouring from the fissure was also forced back. The demonic face's roars turned into furious shrieks!

"It's working!"

Loose Cultivator Shen's eyes lit up. He too bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood!

As their essence blood landed on the jade wall, its light intensified!

The fissure began to slowly shrink.

Ten feet, eight feet, five feet, three feet...

The demonic face struggled desperately, trying to prevent the fissure from closing, but the power of the jade wall grew stronger and stronger. It was utterly powerless to turn the tide!

Finally, the fissure shrank to only half a foot wide. The demonic face was forcibly squeezed back, leaving only a pair of crimson eyes staring fixedly at Li Changsheng, filled with unwillingness and resentment.

"I will return..."

The voice came from deep within the fissure, cold and distant.

"You... will all die..."

The fissure closed completely.

The hall fell silent once more.

Li Changsheng released his hand from the jade wall. His legs gave way, and he almost collapsed.

His face was as pale as paper. The Spiritual Qi within him was nearly exhausted, and the loss of essence blood had left him extremely weak, sustained only by a trace of life force from the Dao of Longevity.

As for Loose Cultivator Shen, he was in even worse shape.

Already severely injured, the additional loss of essence blood left him utterly drained. He leaned weakly against the wall, eyes closed, unaware that his wounds were still oozing blood, having fallen unconscious.

If not for sensing that his life force still lingered, Li Changsheng would have thought he was dead.

At that moment, the faint azure light appeared once more.

The residual image of True Lord Xuan Yun's Nascent Soul drifted in from outside the hall, landing before the two of them.

His form was even more ethereal than before, as if he might dissipate at any moment, but the gaze he directed at Li Changsheng was full of approval.

"Good child,"

he spoke, his voice ethereal.

"You have done it."

Li Changsheng struggled to stand, but the residual image raised a hand to stop him.

"Do not move,"

the image said.

"You have expended too much. You need rest."

He looked at Li Changsheng, his gaze profound.

"You are not only exceptionally talented, but your Heart-Nature is even more rare."

"Amidst such chaos, to remain unclouded by greed and make the right choice—that is what is most valuable."

He reached out and gently placed his hand on Li Changsheng's forehead.

A warm, gentle force flowed from between his brows, instantly spreading throughout his entire body.

That force was not like Spiritual Qi, but something purer, more fundamental.

Nascent Soul Origin.

Li Changsheng felt his mind become exceptionally clear.

His Divine Soul, previously muddled from overexertion, now felt as if washed by a clear spring—unbelievably sharp and alert.

He could perceive everything around him with perfect clarity.

The lingering Evil Qi in the hall, the energy flowing within the jade wall, even the faint aura of a small insect crawling in a crack three zhang away.

"This is..."

He discovered, to his astonishment, that the strength of his Divine Soul had increased by at least thirty percent!

Moreover, under the impact of this aura, it seemed he had developed Divine Sense!

Although he could only 'see' within a radius of three zhang, Divine Sense was something only Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators possessed.

It was the true dividing line between mortals and Cultivators, the foundation for manipulating objects and soaring through the skies.

"A wisp of Nascent Soul Origin,"

True Lord Xuan Yun's residual image withdrew his hand, his form dimming further.

"It will benefit your future Breakthrough to Foundation Establishment, and even Golden Core."

A wave of gratitude washed over Li Changsheng. He solemnly cupped his fists.

"My thanks, True Lord."

The residual image shook his head gently, then pointed towards the southeast corner.

"There is a hidden compartment in the pillar at the southeast corner of the hall. A storage ring is concealed there."