178: Chapter 178 Snatching Food! A Living "Lucky Treasure"!

White light flashed.

Instead of retreating, it actively leaned toward Su Yu's direction.

It was like an ancient tree growing on the edge of a cliff, desperately extending a branch to pull back the traveler about to fall into the abyss.

It wanted to accept this successor with a flawless Dao Heart.

A wisp of extremely gentle heavenly light separated from that ball of white light.

Piercing through the remaining Immortal flow, it very gently landed on Su Yu's glabella.

So warm.

This was the only temperature Su Yu could feel after losing his five senses.

That wisp of heavenly light transformed into an extremely intricate and sacred white Immortal mark between his eyebrows.

A cool breath flowed from his glabella through all his limbs and bones.

However, this was of no use.

This was merely a blessing.

A gentle, extremely powerless, and helpless pity from an ancient True Immortal.

This trace of heavenly light could not change the fact that Su Yu's Primordial Spirit was about to collapse.

Nor could it help Su Yu bear the Universe-heavy remaining Immortal flow.

This was the Law.

It was the most fundamental physical logic of the cultivation world.

The vessel was too fragile to hold this vast ocean.

Even if the ocean was willing to pour backward on its own, this porcelain bowl would only be shattered into pieces in an instant.

Su Yu's blinded eyes seemed to see through that wisp of heavenly light, perceiving all of this.

He felt that trace of warmth between his eyebrows.

His blood-stained mouth corners twitched with extreme difficulty.

"Thanks."

With a throat so hoarse that no sound could be made at all, he formed a very weak mouthing shape.

What of a Perfection Dao Heart?

Before an absolute gap in Realms, this was destiny.

Su Yu did not retreat.

He closed his eyes, exhausting the very last shred of strength within this broken body.

He raised his right leg, its bones completely shattered.

Toward that ball of white light that was actively leaning over.

He took his final step.

He knew that once this step landed, it would mean Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

But he, Su Yu, never bowed his head.

Even if he died, he would die on the path of charging forward.

His right foot hung in the air.

The wick was about to burn out.

At the very last second before Su Yu's sole was about to touch that layer of fatal airflow, a sudden change occurred.

The colorless Immortal airflow beneath his feet suddenly surged violently.

But this time, it was not heavy pressure.

Nor was there any violent sweeping and tearing.

That current of air gathered and rose extremely rapidly.

Before Su Yu's sole could land, it actually transformed into a pair of formless yet incomparably broad giant hands.

Extremely gently, they supported Su Yu's crumbling back.

Su Yu was stunned.

He could clearly feel that there was not the slightest bit of killing intent in that thrust.

There was only a business-like yet extremely gentle helplessness.

"Go back."

An ethereal sigh that could not be distinguished as male or female echoed faintly in the depths of Su Yu's true spirit.

That was not a human voice.

That was the light of the source, the final will of this Wenxin River.

It accepted his heart, but it rejected his life.

It was like an extremely picky collector facing a rare treasure whose carving was flawless, but whose material was too fragile, shattering at the slightest touch.

Although fond of it, he could only return it along the original path with extreme regret.

It could not be accepted.

Forcing it to stay would only destroy this vessel.

The formless giant hands of airflow exerted force abruptly, without hurting even a single broken bone of Su Yu.

This force was irresistibly immense, carrying Su Yu's half-dead body whose oil lamp had burned dry, pushing him violently backward along the upstream direction of Wenxin River!

"Whoosh—!"

Strong wind blew against his face.

Su Yu's body, like a withered leaf detached from a branch, broke free from the heavy pressure range of the remaining Immortal flow.

He was sent directly back above the black water of Wenxin River by this gentle thrust.

Before losing consciousness, Su Yu fell flat on his back onto that mirror-smooth black water surface.

By his ears, the viscous sound of flowing water finally rang out again.

Months of bitter crossings, every step weeping blood.

Smashing the Heart Demon, walking through illusions, yet the overturn happened in just a split second.

Every bit of polishing and every Lightning Tribulation trial that Fortune saved for him, today in this dead river, was collected back with interest, clean and thorough.

The current gently supported him, drifting rapidly toward the shallows whence he came.

Su Yu opened his unfocused eyes, looking at the dim, lightless firmament.

His full head of white hair spread out on the black water surface, like a blooming snow lotus.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, laughter spilling from the depths of his throat.

At first it was very soft, then it grew louder and louder.

Warm blood continuously gushed from the corners of his mouth, dyeing the black river water red.

"So that's how it is…"

Su Yu lay on the water surface, coughing up blood while laughing.

There was no despair in that laughter, only an ultimate clarity that saw through the Karma of heaven and earth.

"The heart has arrived, but the life has not."

Looking at that source of white light that he could never touch again, he spat out the last two words with extreme relief.

"What a wonderful Will of Heaven."

The black river water was extremely gentle, supporting a body that was barely human-shaped as it drifted toward the shallows whence he came.

Su Yu lay flat on his back on the water surface.

His snow-white long hair spread out on the pitch-black water surface, gently swaying with the current.

His cyan robe had long since rotted into tattered cloth strips; the web spaces of his right hand had burst open, and white bones pierced through skin and flesh, yet he still tightly gripped that broken immortal sword.

His left shoulder was empty.

The kneecap of his right leg was shattered into debris.

Blinded in both eyes, eardrums ruptured, and all five senses lost.

Deep within his Qi Sea, the once purplish-gold brilliant Nascent Soul now only had a thin, translucent outline left, curling up at the very bottom of the Qi Sea, ready to completely dissipate at any moment.

The Primordial Spirit Origin was down to ten percent.

His Lifespan had been dried up by the remaining Immortal flow for several thousand years.

His body right now was even more fragile than a dying Mortal.

Any random Golden Core Stage Cultivator walking over and pinching his neck could completely crush him to death.

The black Wenxin River water was as tranquil as a deep, dead mirror.

"Splash…"

The extremely slight sound of rippling water broke the suffocating dead silence on the riverbank.

Eight hundred Body Integration Stage death row warriors, hundreds and thousands of bloodshot eyes, stared fixedly at the figure gradually drifting out from the thick fog.

Aged, snow-white long hair was draped across the water surface like withered grass.

The tattered cyan robe was soaked in black blood.

His left arm was severed off at the root, and his right leg presented a bizarre twist.

That body which was once as straight as a pine and had killed its way in and out seven times amidst the encirclement of over a thousand of them was now like a piece of rotten wood, pushed onto the shallows extremely casually by the black river water.

"It's… it's stranded?"

A Body Integration Early Stage Loose Cultivator swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice trembling due to extreme tension.

"He didn't obtain the Immortal's Fortune! He was beaten back by the Wenxin River!"

Among the crowd, someone let out a roar of wild joy, though it was unknown who.

This roar instantly ignited the greed, twisted to the extreme, suppressed deep in the hearts of the eight hundred Old Monsters!

"Snatch!!!"

No formations, no allies.

The Body Integration mighty figures who were fighting side by side just moments ago completely tore off their masks at this moment.

Hundreds of violent streaks of light rose from the ground, like a flock of starving vultures, rushing frantically toward the broken body on the shallows!

"Get lost! This brat belongs to this old man!"

"You're courting death! A mere Body Integration Early Stage dares to contend with this seat!"

In mid-air, in order to compete for the chance to touch Su Yu first, more than a dozen Old Monsters did not hesitate to deal fatal blows to their companions by their sides.

Blood and severed limbs flew in the air, but facing the ultimate temptation of longevity, no one retreated.

A Body Integration Late Stage demonic Cultivator rushing at the very front landed on the shallows with wild laughter.

He grabbed Su Yu by his blood-stained collar, lifting him out of the black water extremely roughly.

"Hahahaha! Child of Luck! Material for a fortune heaven-surpassing treasure! This old man has finally…"

The demonic Cultivator's wild laughter abruptly stopped the moment he saw Su Yu's face clearly.

He released his Divine Sense, scanning extremely roughly inside Su Yu's body.

The next breath, the wild joy on the face of this murderous demonic Cultivator instantly faded, replaced by an extreme terror that rushed straight to his heavenly spirit cap!

"Not good!!"

The demonic Cultivator let out a sharp, miserable scream like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"He's going to die! He's about to breathe his last!!"

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, smashing into the Sea of Consciousness of all the rushing Body Integration Old Monsters.

Everyone's movements froze in an instant.

The reason the Child of Luck had value was because he was "alive"!

Once he completely died and his Dao dissipated, those ten thousand points of Heavenly Dao Fortune bound to the Heavenly Dao would instantly scatter and return to the Laws of heaven and earth.

A corpse was not even as good as Materials for refining top-grade Magic Treasures, let alone blocking the Ascension Lightning Tribulation of the Mahayana Stage for them!

"Bastard! Don't pinch his neck!"

A Body Integration Old Monster proficient in medical principles was scared out of his wits, kicking the demonic Cultivator away and trembling as he probed Su Yu's pulse.

"The Primordial Spirit is withered! Only ten percent of the Origin remains! All internal organs are shattered!"

Cold sweat instantly drenched the Old Monster's back, his voice cracking with shrillness.

"Quickly save him! He must not be allowed to die!!"

An extremely absurd and ironic scene was staged on this dead Land of Fallen Immortals.

The enemies who had just wished they could slice Su Yu into a thousand pieces and set up a net to take his life, at this moment, however, were plunged into extreme panic, as if they were trying to rescue their own biological father.

"Ninth-grade purplish-gold life-extending pill! Quickly shove it into him!"

"Don't swallow it directly! His Meridians are broken and cannot withstand the medicinal power! This old man will use Origin true essence to dissolve it for him!"

"I have three drops of ten-thousand-year Earth Heart Divine Milk here! Pry open his mouth!"

These Old Monsters who had lived for tens of thousands of years and were stingy to the extreme could not care about heartache at this moment.

Life-saving divine medicines and peerless Immortal Pills that they wouldn't even bear to give to their direct Disciples on ordinary days were frantically stuffed into Su Yu's tightly shut mouth like dumping trash.

Several Body Integration Late Stage giants even spared no expense to damage their own cultivation, pouring their refined Origin magical power, which they had tempered for over ten thousand years, into Su Yu's body like it was worthless.

Carefully protecting his heart, which had almost stopped beating, and repairing his riddled Meridians.

Su Yu was blind and deaf.

He could not feel the outside clamor nor hear those exasperated roars.

But his Dao Heart, honed to Perfection on the Wenxin River, gave him a crystal-clear understanding of his own changes.

He felt that streams of messy, foul-smelling, yet enormous vitality-containing external true essence were violently and forcefully piecing together his flesh and blood.

That medicinal power transformed into chains, forcefully gluing his Nascent Soul, which was on the verge of collapsing, tightly together.

They would not let him die.

On Su Yu's bloodless face, there was not the slightest trace of joy of surviving a catastrophe, only an extreme, bone-chilling sorrow and mockery.

Being rescued by enemies so humbly and at such all-costs, this was not a bestowal; this was an ultimate humiliation far deeper than being sliced into a thousand pieces!

Just as the group of Body Integration Old Monsters below was flurriedly "hanging on to life" for Su Yu, above the Nine Heavens, that hazy curtain blocking the heavenly secrets rolled violently.

"A bunch of idiots."

An extremely cold, grand voice exuding the coercion of the Mahayana Peak directly pierced through the gray curtain and exploded in the Sea of Consciousness of all Body Integration death row warriors.

Patriarch Tailing!

This giant of Taixu Immortal Palace finally couldn't help descending a Mahayana Divine Thought.

"His Dao Heart is already flawless and complete; you can use medicine to hold on to his Physical Body, but can you hold on to his Primordial Spirit that seeks death?!"

Patriarch Tailing saw through the most perilous aspect of this situation at a glance.

"Once he recovers a shred of clarity, as long as a thought arises in his mind, he will immediately resort to corpse-disintegration self-detonation! By then, all of you will end up with empty bamboo baskets!"

The Body Integration Old Monsters below trembled all over, cold sweat pouring down.

That's right! How could such a ruthless person obediently allow himself to be manipulated? If he were to detonate his Primordial Spirit, who could stop him?!

"Receive the decree!"

Patriarch Tailing's voice was like a death knell in an icy Hell.

The Void Realm split open, and nine three-inch long nails, pitch-black throughout with dark red, malicious runes flowing on their surfaces, descended from the sky carrying a bone-chilling coldness, suspending above the shallows.

"Soul-Fixing Prison-Suppressing Nails!"

A Demonic Path Old Monster who recognized this item couldn't help but gasp a breath of cold air.

This was not something for saving people at all.

This was a peerless torturous Magic Treasure used by ancient demonic Cultivators to imprison extremely wicked fierce ghosts, making them unable to transcend for all eternity and unable to even self-detonate!

"Drive these nine nails into the nine fatal acupuncture points of his Physical Body and Primordial Spirit!"

Patriarch Tailing issued the most cold-blooded judgment.

"This seat does not want him to have consciousness, nor do we need him to be able to Cultivate! This seat only wants this shell filled with Heavenly Dao Fortune to live forever!"

Absolute kill.

This was a true absolute kill.

Without any hesitation, several Body Integration Late Stage Old Monsters immediately grabbed the nine black nails.

Su Yu lay quietly on the shallows.

He couldn't see anything, but he could feel that nine extremely cold killing intents carrying absolute sealing power were aimed at all the vital points of his body.

"Pfft!"

The first Soul-Fixing Prison-Suppressing Nail brutally pierced into his glabella!

"Hum——!"

Su Yu's body suddenly tightened into a bow!

An ultimate, agonizing pain as if his Soul was forcibly pierced by a red-hot iron skewer instantly swept through his entire body.

But he couldn't make a sound, and even the strength to struggle was firmly suppressed by the true essence of those Old Monsters just poured in.

Black runes spread from his glabella, like an airtight iron net, directly locking down his Sea of Consciousness.

Immediately after, "Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The second pierced his throat, the third pierced his heart, the fourth pierced his Dantian Qi Sea...

The nine prison-suppressing nails, one after another, mercilessly hammered into this already tattered shell of his.

Black chains grew frantically inside his body, binding his ten percent purplish-gold Nascent Soul, binding his flawless and complete Dao Heart, layer by layer, tightly sewing them into this rotting flesh!

In his Sea of Consciousness, Su Yu watched his Primordial Spirit tied up thoroughly by the black chains, and he finally completely understood these Old Monsters' plans.

Not only did they not kill him, but they would even use the best Medicinal Pills and top-tier Spiritual Veins in the entire world to nurture this Physical Body.

Then, lock him into the bottom of a dark, sunless Pill Furnace, or hang him like an object above the heads of those Mahayana Old Ancestors and Supreme Beings of Tribulation who were in closed-door cultivation.

They wanted to lock down his intelligence with the prison-suppressing nails, turning him into a brainless vegetative state, turning him into a living, forever-inexhaustible—

"Heavenly Dao Lightning Rod"!

"Fortune Blood Bag"!

As long as he had one breath left, as long as his true spirit had not left his body, those ten thousand points of Heavenly Dao Fortune had to follow the underlying Laws, descending continuously onto this Physical Body.

And these Old Monsters could hide beneath his shell, unscrupulously extracting this Fortune that originally belonged to him, to resist the Heavenly Tribulation and defy the heavens to change their destiny!