150: Chapter 150 A Cruel Immortal Fate

The Mahayana Cultivators of the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty, who were previously fighting on their own, charged toward Zhao Yi like shooting stars.

The Mahayana Spirit Clan naturally rose up to intercept them.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, Bai Dashi, Bai Yongzhen, and Bai Yongju rolled their eyes, sharing a silent understanding.

"Cave Heaven Divine Light."

"Die!"

Three beams of divine light shot straight toward Zhao Yi's head.

The cold, piercing killing intent was clearly not aimed at the immortal fate.

Zhao Yi...

"Someone wants to kill me?"

Following the origin of the divine light, Zhao Yi saw Bai Dashi and the other two, their faces full of smiles.

"No!"

"Hurry and save him!"

Li Yingzhen's voice was hoarse, but she was being desperately blocked by Mahayana Spirit Clan Cultivators and could not reach Zhao Yi in time.

As for the other Mahayana Cultivators of the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty, whether near or far, they were always just a split second too slow.

Zhao Yi felt cold inside.

These bastards were desperate for him to die.

Plus Li Xuanye, who had yet to appear.

Zhao Yi's heart turned cold.

"You bastard, get out of my way!"

Li Yingzhen unleashed a burst of power, finally forcing back that Mahayana Cultivator.

Turning around, she saw a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life.

"Don't!"

It turned out that Zhao Yi had simply thrown the earthworm in his hand, right into the path of the three incoming beams of divine light.

That earthworm, which had been just an earthworm in Zhao Yi's hand, instantly transformed into a monster the moment it left his grasp.

With a hard yellow shell and a body a hundred meters long, the three beams of Cave Heaven Divine Light hit it and were immediately deflected.

"Ha~"

Opening its blood-red maw, steaming with heat, it looked at the many Mahayana Cultivators around it with a look of hunger.

However, when its gaze turned to Zhao Yi, it clearly showed fear.

"The immortal fate, it's alive?"

"No, it was already alive."

Bai Dashi was excited; he hadn't expected Zhao Yi to be so foolish as to throw out the immortal fate.

"It's mine."

Bai Dashi's voice trembled; the desire originating from the depths of his Divine Soul made him unable to control himself.

Bai Dashi was not the only one with this thought; all the Mahayana Cultivators had red eyes, wishing they could go up and devour the immortal fate alive.

Since the other Mahayana Cultivators were like this, Mou Wuwang naturally couldn't be an exception; he had long since released his restraint on Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi...

Watching the bizarre scene,

this group of Mahayana Cultivators wanted to devour the immortal fate alive, while the giant earthworm it had transformed into was drooling, looking at the surrounding Cultivators as if they were food.

"Metal Stone Sword Art!"

"Hit!"

Bai Dashi reacted the fastest, so his attack naturally arrived first.

The golden sword light, hundreds of meters long, illuminated the entire sky of Anning Prefecture.

"Nom!"

It was swallowed in one gulp by that yellow earthworm.

A crunching sound followed; Bai Dashi, a Mahayana Cultivator, was just chewed up like that.

At the same time, the true body of Bai Dashi, hiding in the Bai family's secret chamber, let out a scream, and his entire body slowly crumbled into pieces, as if it had been eaten by something.

In the ancestral hall of the Bai family in the Great Yin Immortal Capital, Bai Dashi's soul lamp suddenly went out, terrifying the young Bai family Cultivator guarding the lamps.

"Disaster."

"The Old Ancestor's soul lamp has gone out."

Before the words could finish, the soul lamps of Bai Yongzhen and Bai Yongju also extinguished one after the other.

On the battlefield of Anning Prefecture, the immortal fate refused no one, successively devouring Bai Dashi, Bai Yongzhen, and Bai Yongju.

It then turned and swallowed four Mahayana Spirit Clan members.

With seven Mahayana Cultivators in its belly, it grew visibly larger.

Coiled in the Void Realm, it looked like a yellow mountain.

But the fall of seven Cultivators did not frighten the many Mahayana Cultivators.

This was the immortal fate; if one could master it, the Tribulation Crossing Stage could be passed in an instant, and an Immortal life of eternal youth was right before their eyes. How many Cultivators could resist such temptation?

"Die!"

Mahayana Cultivators continuously unleashed various Spells and used top-tier Spiritual Artifacts, but none could withstand a single bite from the immortal fate.

Any Cultivator who got close could not escape.

As time passed, many Mahayana Cultivators finally realized something was wrong.

"Senior Brother Bai has completely perished."

"Junior Brother Xu has completely perished."

"News from the Far West Land says the Old Lion and Old Eagle-Head have also completely perished."

...

Completely perished—these four words were too cruel. They meant that a Mahayana Cultivator's thousands, or even tens of thousands, of years of cultivation had come to nothing, and from then on, their Divine Soul would be extinguished, and they would disappear from this world entirely.

Li Yingzhen, who had originally wanted to snatch the immortal fate, was being held down by Zhao Yi. Now, she finally gave up struggling and asked with her eyes, "You knew this all along?"

Zhao Yi...

He hated this kind of communication, so he couldn't be bothered to respond.

On the battlefield at this moment, the immortal fate was coiled in the Void Realm,

surrounded by Mahayana Cultivators from the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty and the Spirit Clan; only a dozen remained out of the nearly one hundred who had originally been there.

Even these dozen Mahayana Cultivators were like birds startled by the mere twang of a bow, looking at the immortal fate in the Void Realm with faces full of terror.

What kind of immortal fate was this? It was clearly a trap, a trap specifically designed to harm Mahayana Cultivators.

"Was it you?"

Mou Wuwang, with an expression of having survived a disaster, looked at Zhao Yi and said viciously,

Zhao Yi...

He looked innocent.

"What?"

"Don't understand?"

Mou Wuwang: "Are you doing this on purpose? That immortal fate was in your hands, why was it so tame?"

Zhao Yi pointed at himself, then pointed at the yellow mountain of flesh in mid-air.

"I tamed it?"

"Clan Chief Mou, don't you feel guilty saying that?"

"Didn't you all see how this immortal fate was dug out?"

In the mine at the time, besides Zhao Yi and Li Yingzhen, there were thirty or forty Mahayana Spirit Clan members.

They were the ones who knew best whether Zhao Yi had tamed the immortal fate.

"Then after it left your control, how come..."

"It's because you guys are weak."

Zhao Yi slapped them in the face directly.

"We're weak? Where are we weak?"

Mou Wuwang didn't speak, but Niu Changchang beside him was anxious.

"If you aren't weak, then go take it."

"That is the immortal fate you have been longing for. It's right in front of you now, why have you retreated?"

Zhao Yi's voice was not loud, but it rang in the ears of every Mahayana Cultivator. He was mocking them all, blasting both the Mahayana Cultivators of the Great Yin Immortal Dynasty and the Spirit Clan.

"Hmph, I'll go!"

Niu Batian really couldn't listen anymore. He had no hope of a Breakthrough and hadn't gone to snatch the first wave, so he had luckily survived.

Now, insulted by Zhao Yi, he couldn't take it anymore.

He charged straight toward the immortal fate in mid-air.

Everywhere he passed, there were spatial rifts; this was Niu Batian burning his own magic power.

Niu Batian looked impressive, and then there was no "then."

The immortal fate in mid-air opened its mouth, and it looked like Niu Batian had delivered himself right into it.

"Batian!?"

Niu Changchang shouted loudly, flashed, and disappeared from in front of Zhao Yi, reappearing right at the edge of the immortal fate's mouth.

Clearly, he wanted to save Niu Batian.

But how could the immortal fate not eat meat that had arrived at its mouth?

It tilted its mouth, and Niu Changchang went in as well; the whole process was very smooth.

The remaining dozen or so Mahayana Cultivators were stunned.

"Are they rushing to their deaths?"

A dozen breaths later, some Mahayana Spirit Clan Cultivators received news.

Niu Changchang and Niu Batian had also completely perished.

Their bodies shattered first, then their flesh and blood sank into the Void Realm and simply disappeared.

"Damn it!"

"Such a vicious immortal fate."

"Can this thing really let a Mahayana Cultivator achieve Immortal Ascension?"

"Why don't I believe it?"