171: Chapter 171 The Mysterious River

Facing an attack powerful enough to instantly kill a Soul Transformation Cultivator,

in Su Yu's eyes, there was not a trace of panic.

Without Fortune, could he not survive?

Simply ridiculous.

Su Yu did not retreat, nor did he raise the broken immortal sword to fight head-on.

His gaze simply swept coldly across the charging trajectory of the Body Integration suicide soldier.

Right between the two of them,

at a place less than three feet away from the suicide soldier's charging route, there was a patch of slightly pale-colored flat ground.

At the nick of time, Su Yu forcibly twisted his figure half an inch unnaturally to the right.

Just this half-inch positioning

caused that Body Integration suicide soldier's left foot to shift one step naturally to the left in order to adjust the attack angle of the flying fork.

Taking a step out,

he stepped onto that pale flat ground.

"Crack."

There was no earth-shattering roar.

That flat ground was not solid ground at all,

but an extremely covert spatial fault trap eroded by the passage of time!

The moment the suicide soldier's left foot stepped down, the space beneath instantly collapsed.

"Ah!!!"

The Body Integration suicide soldier let out a shrill, inhuman scream.

His lower body fell directly into the spatial fault.

The Void Realm force at the edge of the fault was like countless invisible guillotines, instantly twisting everything below his waist into nothingness.

Blood gushed like a spring.

Terrified, the suicide soldier gripped the edge of the fault with both hands, trying to pull his upper body out.

But the moment he used his Body Integration true essence, the intense magic power fluctuations instantly triggered a chain reaction from the surrounding Dao rule fragments.

A wisp of remnant Death Qi drilled out from underground, rapidly spreading upward along his wounds.

The Body Integration suicide soldier's struggle abruptly ceased.

His face froze in extreme terror, and then his entire upper body disintegrated inch by inch like a weathered sand sculpture,

completely turning into a pile of dead ashes.

Su Yu stood ten steps away,

coldly watching this Body Integration Middle Stage mighty figure die before his eyes.

He did not deliver a finishing blow,

nor did he waste even a shred of physical strength.

Not even his Qi aura was disordered by even a fraction.

He had accurately calculated the opponent's impatience and the loss of rational greed when seeing him.

A tiny bit of positioning

lured the enemy into the urn.

Utilizing the hands of the Land of Fallen Immortals, he cleanly harvested the life of a Body Integration mighty figure.

Su Yu withdrew his gaze.

He didn't even look at the ashes on the ground, nor did he go to pick up the storage ring dropped by the opponent.

Here, any redundant action could trigger a fatal intent to kill.

He re-tightened his grip on the broken immortal sword,

turned around, and continued walking deeper into the Land of Fallen Immortals.

The grayish-white mist gradually swallowed his back,

solitary, cold, and resolute.

He proved one thing to the entire The Great World.

Even if all ten thousand points of Fortune were completely drained, even if the Heavenly Dao closed its eyes,

he, Su Yu,

was definitely not a piece of garbage who only relied on the heavens to feed him.

The Immortal Corpse Mountain Range was dark and devoid of sunlight.

The purple-black mountain range stretching for thousands of miles beneath his feet was not piled up with mud and rocks at all;

rather, it was the unrotted skin, flesh, and sinews left behind after an Immortal had fallen.

Those towering, ghastly white peaks piercing the clouds were broken Immortal bones protruding out of the body.

Every deep canyon was a pore and scar on the Immortal's skin.

Dragging the broken immortal sword, Su Yu stealthily and with difficulty advanced on the surface of this dead behemoth.

A layer of blackened blood scabs had already formed on the severed wound of his left shoulder.

Every step he took, he had to suppress his breathing to the utmost limit.

There was no Spiritual Qi here, only ubiquitous Dao rule radiation.

The Origin blue light of the wanxiang creation furnace was compressed by him to the extreme, forming only a thin layer clinging to the surface of his skin.

The pursuers from The Great World did not give up.

One hundred Body Integration Cultivators formed an extremely tight ground-locking battle Formation, advancing step by step from the rear.

They had completely learned their lesson.

Hunting in the Land of Fallen Immortals was not a contest of whose escaping technique was faster, but of who lived longer.

These Old Monsters gave up flying and large-scale Spell bombardment.

Everyone stepped firmly on the ground, connecting their Divine Senses, sharing their vision, and rolling over like a bulldozer.

"He is heavily injured and cannot run far."

An Old Monster at the Body Integration Middle Stage who took the lead held a compass detecting blood Qi, his eyes gloomy.

"Watch your steps, and do not touch anything that does not belong to the outside world!"

They were extremely cautious.

Even if there was a broken Magical Artifact exuding precious light by the roadside, they would absolutely not spare it a second look.

Using the most foolish method to compress Su Yu's living space.

Su Yu hid behind a giant Immortal rib.

Without looking back, based on the faint vibrations coming from the ground, he calculated the distance of the pursuers.

Less than thirty miles.

At the traveling pace of the Body Integration Stage, even without flying, they would surely search here within half an incense stick of time.

His gaze swept extremely quickly ahead.

Ahead was an extremely wide slope, and at the end of the slope lay an ice-blue dead zone.

That was tens of thousands of crystal-clear icicles hanging upside down between two giant Immortal bones.

The icicles exuded a piercing chill, yet there were no Formation fluctuations.

Su Yu's black eyes narrowed slightly.

His life-and-death intuition, tempered for decades in the Devilish Qi wasteland, was frantically warning him.

Those were not icicles at all.

They were the peerless sharpness left behind from a fatal blow suffered by this fallen True Immortal during their lifetime!

The intent to kill was too condensed, and after countless epochs, it had directly materialized into ice-blue crystals.

Su Yu glanced at the position of the pursuers behind him and calculated the wind direction.

There was no natural wind in the Land of Fallen Immortals.

There were only occasional air pressure differences caused by the collision of Dao rule turbulence.

A wisp of extremely faint airflow was blowing from behind that ice-blue dead zone.

Without hesitation, Su Yu bit his fingertip and smeared a drop of Soul Transformation true blood onto a piece of gravel.

Afterwards, he channeled his remaining true essence and threw the gravel with extreme precision into the dead corner on the left side of that slope.

Having done all this, Su Yu turned and left.

He did not continue forward, but directly drilled into a narrow Immortal bone crevice along the edge of the slope.

The broken immortal sword was stabbed tightly into the soil before him, and the remnant Immortal intent emitted, perfectly blending his aura into this Immortal corpse.

Half an incense stick of time later,

one hundred Body Integration suicide soldiers advanced to the bottom of the slope.

The compass needle in the hand of the leading Old Monster jumped violently, pointing dead-on at the dead corner on the left side of the slope.

"There is a blood Qi reaction! It was left not long ago!"

The Old Monster's spirit greatly boosted.

"He has no strength left; he is hiding right ahead! Close the net!"

The one hundred people quickly dispersed, enveloping upward toward the slope in a fan shape.

They extremely cautiously avoided the ice-blue crystals in the front.

Even if they couldn't see any clues, Old Monsters who had lived for tens of thousands of years would never touch such bizarre things.

"Kill!"

As the distance closed, dozens of top-grade Magic Treasures charged and ready smashed heavily toward that dead corner.

Boulders shattered.

There was only a shocking pool of blood,

but no shadow of Su Yu.

"We've been tricked!"

The leading Old Monster's expression changed drastically, secretly crying out that it was bad.

But it was already too late.

The spiritual power turbulence generated by the explosion of those dozens of top-grade Magic Treasures, coupled with the Qi auras erupted simultaneously by one hundred Body Integration Cultivators,

completely altered the air pressure balance of this slope.

The weak airflow originally blowing from the rear was violently yanked by this spiritual power storm.

"Crack."

An extremely crisp shattering sound echoed above the entire slope.

The surfaces of those ice-blue crystals hanging upside down between the Immortal bones cracked open.

The balance was broken.

This was not a Formation triggering, but an avalanche in the dual sense of physics and Dao rules.

"Hum——!!!"

Tens of thousands of ice-blue crystals collectively disintegrated at this moment,

transforming into billions of microscopic Sword Qi strands almost imperceptible to the naked eye, cascading down along the slope!

This was not an ordinary avalanche.

This was an Immortal blade avalanche!

A pure killing intent storm left behind by a supreme existence capable of slaying True Immortals!

"Defend!"

The leading Old Monster roared shrilly, sacrificing a top-tier defensive shield refined from a Xuanwu turtle shell.

One hundred Body Integration Cultivators frantically outputted true essence, forming a joint light curtain a hundred feet thick.

But all of this, in front of the Immortal's killing intent, was as brittle as paper.

Billions of ice-blue fine threads swept past.

The hundred-foot light curtain instantly vaporized.

The Xuanwu turtle shell shield was cut into tens of thousands of fragments.

Ahh, ahh, ahh!

The shrill and desperate screams lasted for less than half a breath.

The physical bodies of the one hundred Body Integration mighty figures were instantly pierced by the omnipresent Immortal Dao Sword Qi.

There were no large chunks of broken flesh splashing about,

because the Sword Qi was too dense and too fine.

These lofty Old Monsters, along with their proud Inner Worlds,

were instantly cut into the finest red blood mist!

The blood mist filling the sky spread across the slope,

leaving not even a complete corpse behind.

As soon as their Primordial Spirit left the body, it was twisted into nothingness by the remaining Immortal blades.

Above the Nine Heavens,

through extremely vague heavenly secret induction, the Primordial Spirit phantom projections of the thirteen Mahayana giants fell collectively silent.

They couldn't see the specific battle scene clearly,

but they could sense that the life tablets of those one hundred Body Integration suicide soldiers had all shattered at the exact same time.

"He didn't use Luck."

Patriarch Tailing's voice was frighteningly low.

"Under the shielding of heavenly secrets, the Heavenly Dao simply cannot find where he is."

"This is a trap he set himself."

Ghostly fire danced in the hollow eye sockets of the Bone-Eroding Ancient Demon, his voice exuding a chill.

"Borrowing a knife to kill, calculating the tactical advantage of terrain."

"This brat is not only a Luck monster, he is himself a killing embryo crawled out of a pile of dead corpses!"

Su Yu, who had lost the protection of heaven, did not become trash as they expected.

Instead, he had turned into a solitary wolf truly baring its fangs, bloodthirsty and cruel.

Below the slope,

the aftershocks of the Immortal blade avalanche gradually dissipated.

Inside the Immortal bone crevice,

Su Yu slowly pulled out the broken immortal sword and walked out from the shadow of the cliff wall.

He glanced at the blood mist drifting across the sky, his eyes dead and devoid of any ripples.

One hundred Body Integration Cultivators,

dead exceptionally cleanly.

But he knew this was just the beginning.

On the outer perimeter, there were still nine hundred Body Integration Old Monsters continuously pouring into this dead zone.

Furthermore, the methods of the Mahayana giants were definitely not limited to this.

Su Yu did not dare to linger, dragging his injured body to continue trudging deeper into the Immortal Corpse Mountain Range.

The deeper he went,

the more terrifying the surrounding Dao rule oppression became.

The Origin blue light of the wanxiang creation furnace had been compressed to a mere trace clinging to his skin.

Su Yu's internal organs were enduring unimaginable heavy pressure, and with every step he took, blood seeped from his lungs.

He didn't know what was ahead,

he only knew that he must never stop.

A day and a night later,

Su Yu crossed the huge abdominal basin of this Immortal corpse.

The path ahead suddenly broke off.

There were no cliffs, no steep walls.

Lying across before him was a river.

A terrifying great river of unknown width, spanning hundreds of miles, with both ends completely submerged deep into the grayish-white mist.

The river water was pitch-black,

as dark as the spilled ink of the Nine Nether Underworld, absorbing all surrounding light.

What was most horrifying was that

this river had no sound of water at all.

The surface of the water was as smooth as a giant black mirror, without even the tiniest ripple.

Even more bizarrely,

the flow direction of this great river...

it did not flow from a high place to a low place.

Instead, the entire water surface was tilted, presenting a countercurrent posture that completely defied common sense, roaringly flowing toward the heights of the firmament!

Su Yu stood on the riverbank,

less than ten steps away from the black river water.

He did not continue forward.

Intuition told him that the danger level of this river far exceeded even the Immortal blade avalanche just now.

His gaze looked along the upstream direction of the great river.

At the end of his gaze, in the endless gray and extremely high place,

the source of the river faintly flickered with a faint yet extremely pure white light.

That light, even separated by tens of thousands of miles, still exuded a supreme Dao charm that made people involuntarily want to worship it.

"That is..."

Su Yu furrowed his brows slightly.

In this Land of Fallen Immortals, there was actually such a pure light unstained by even half a shred of Death Qi.

Just as he stopped to observe,

dense piercing sounds came from the gray mist behind him.

The pursuers had arrived.

The remaining eight-plus hundred Body Integration Cultivators divided into several arrays, finally completely blocking Su Yu dead on this riverbank plain.

"He has no way out!"

"Ahead is the dead river, and both left and right sides are Immortal Dao turbulence; form the Formation and press up!"

Several hundred Old Monsters all had ferocious expressions.

The total annihilation of the vanguard squad not only failed to scare them away, but instead stimulated the deepest madness of this group of desperate men.

They stared fixedly at Su Yu, who was making a last-ditch stand,

and the broken immortal sword covered in red rust in his hand.

The army pressed on, less than five miles away from Su Yu.

Several leading Body Integration Great Perfection Old Monsters landed first.

As soon as they landed, their gaze inevitably fell on the black great river spanning heaven and earth.

"This water..."

A Righteous Path renowned expert from Zhongzhou stopped his steps, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.

Relying on his profound cultivation, he tentatively took a few steps forward and came to the riverbank.

He looked down at the smooth-as-a-mirror black river water.

The next breath,

this Righteous Path giant, who had always been known for being free from worldly desires and of high moral standing,

his face instantly turned as pale as paper!

His eyes suddenly widened, and his pupils reflected a light of extreme terror.

On that black river surface, his reflection could not be mirrored at all,

nor could it mirror this grayish-white firmament.

Beneath the water surface, an extremely clear picture emerged—so clear that even the details were hair-thin and flawless!

That was a dim secret room.

In the picture, a young him was holding a bowl of poison, extremely cruelly pouring it into the mouth of his Revered Master who was in secluded closed-door cultivation.

Revered Master was bleeding from the seven orifices, tightly grabbing his collar, his eyes filled with disbelief and malice.

That was the deepest, most unspeakable sin he had hidden his entire life!

"No... it's not me! You suffered Qi Deviation yourself!"

This Righteous Path renowned expert suddenly let out a shrill scream.

Clutching his head, he staggered backward like a madman.

The Dao Heart of the Body Integration Great Perfection instantly shattered at this moment!

He spat out a mouthful of black blood, collapsed entirely onto the ground, convulsing all over, his consciousness completely falling into disorder.