Lord Shenxiu

Inside the Grotto Heaven of the Demon Sect.

A place completely deserted.

Zhong Shenxiu and the Drought Demon Immortal stood facing each other in the sky.

In Zhong Shenxiu's eyes, the facial features of the Drought Demon Immortal were like jade, but his eyebrows and hair were all blazing red, like raging flames.

Even the Dharma Body, upon gazing at the other's true appearance, would suffer burns.

And besides, on the edges of the battlefield, aside from a few Dharma Bodies, there was a hidden Divine Sense spying on everything about him.

'The second... Corpse Dissolved Immortal?'

Zhong Shenxiu found it somewhat amusing inside.

He knew these Demon Sect followers must believe he had some incredible fate or mysterious treasures.

Otherwise, there was no way to explain it all.

A descendant of a fallen family suddenly achieved a Dharma Body, and even among Dharma Bodies it was one at the absolute peak — no one would believe it if they heard it.

Cultivating immortality wasn't like practicing martial arts; the further one progressed, the harder the bottlenecks became, and the more time was needed.

But Zhong Shenxiu had reached a stage where he no longer feared his secrets being exposed.

Let them covet as they might, those who dared to reach out, he'd just kill them directly, simple and straightforward!

"Please!"

The Drought Demon Immortal made a slight gesture, and an endless red radiance scattered in the void.

These radiance were like lively entities, constantly flowing and transforming into nine-headed birds, giant pythons, flood dragons, and so on.

Zhong Shenxiu still manifested the Dragon Tiger Daoist Dharma Body, with purple energy billowing for thousands of miles, suddenly reaching out with a hand gesture.

A touch of gloom emerged.

The rich darkness entwined with purple energy, turning into large swaths of black and purple, dyeing the sky of this area.

Originally, wherever the Drought Demon Immortal appeared, the land would be scorched for miles.

But now, the miles of red light were being forcefully driven out by the black and purple energy, even starting to be eroded in reverse.

On the Drought Demon Immortal's eyebrows and hair, specks of black and purple appeared, like little insects, gnawing at everything that was there.

Zhong Shenxiu was using the Yellow Heaven Technique to corrode the domain of the originally Corpse Dissolved Immortal.

Even if those several Dharma Bodies outside spectating widened their eyes, they could only understand a fraction of this mysteriousness.

Within thousands of miles around, the firmament gradually turned purple and black — the original red light almost disappeared.

This signified some sort of suppression! A suppression at the level of standing!

"Impossible..."

The Heavenly Cry Demon Lord muttered, "How can an Immortal lose to a Dharma Body in terms of standing?!"

"Unless... they possess a miraculous treasure?"

The Dharma Body True Monarchs were not fools, and some even guessed it had something to do with unique divinity.

Yet, at that moment, they could only shake their heads helplessly.

The stream of unique divinity was a treasure only Immortals were worthy of coveting; for these group of Dharma Bodies, even a glance was wishful thinking.

"The Drought Senior Uncle might unleash the True Fire and then... use an Immortal Technique!"

Suddenly said the Teaching True Monarch of the Yellow Spring Demon Sect.

Immortal!

The Corpse Dissolved Immortal was also an Immortal, who, after crossing that boundary, could refine Immortal energy and cast Immortal Techniques!

The Ancient Immortals, with a display of an Immortal Technique, almost had the power to change heaven and earth.

For example, the Immortal Technique stored in the refining pot from ancient times, even with its power greatly reduced over time, could easily kill a Dharma Body!

The Yan Han Immortal Technique's Corpse Dissolved Immortal might not be as high-ranking as the ancient Celestial Immortals, but after all, it had crossed the boundary and could perform Immortal Techniques!

It could be said that the strength of a Corpse Dissolved Immortal was largely determined by the Immortal Technique!

Just like the immense entities of the three major sects of Daoism and the six paths of the Demon Sect, from the very beginning of cultivation, various Daoist arts are passed down in succession, preparing to form Divine Skills.

And as Divine Skills refine into Divine Light, in the end, they are ready for Immortal Techniques!

It can be said that only such great sects would have the inheritance of Immortal Techniques.

The other scattered Immortal sects cannot even produce a Corpse Dissolved Immortal, let alone Immortal Techniques.

Immortal Technique to an Immortal is like Divine Skills to a Divine Power Practitioner, Divine Light to the Primordial Spirit!

"Uncle-Master is about to make a move,"

the Heavenly Cry Demon Lord said indifferently.

The very next moment, many demon lords felt their Divine Sense shielded.

A 'black hole,' a terrifying 'black hole,' emerged from the center of the battlefield, spreading outwards continuously.

Unspeakable, unhearable, unthinkable...

It was pure destruction, ultimate annihilation...

The black hole expanded, swallowing Zhong Shenxiu whole.

'Finally witnessing the full power of a dissolving Immortal in action...'

Zhong Shenxiu felt as if he were in outer space, without any gravity, even unable to sense the slightest energy of heaven and earth or even the rules...

It seemed as if everything was returning to nothingness!

The Path of Ruin!

"Indeed, it is the technique of a Demon Immortal! Leaning towards nothingness and destruction..."

"However... it is a bit weaker than I expected, after all... the dissolving Immortal is but a desperate Immortal Formation Method..."

He sighed, his hands gently stirring.

The Supreme Dragon and Tiger Sect also has an inheritance of Immortal Technique!

And its core Divine Skill is—Twelve Yuan Chen Universe Divine Light!

"I have time in hand!"

A Bronze Celestial Sphere appeared in Zhong Shenxiu's hands, covered with various mysterious symbols, celestial orbits...

This was the manifestation of time in his hands!

And at this moment, accompanying Zhong Shenxiu's gentle stirring of his hands.

The Celestial Sphere suddenly turned backward.

The time in this region also flowed backward.

Just a moment ago, all the Dharma Body Demon Lords had no idea what happened, when they heard the Drought Demon Immortal cry out in alarm, "Time! Time!"

"It is indeed time."

Zhong Shenxiu responded with a smile.

He reversed the time in this space to just moments before, but he did not reverse the dissolving Immortal himself.

Although he could do it perfectly with his divine nature, turning back the time for the Drought Demon Immortal to moments before had no effect whatsoever.

Instead, now, it was as if the Drought Demon Immortal cast an Immortal Technique, and then the effect of the Immortal Technique mysteriously vanished, dealing a greater blow to him.

"Fellow Daoist since you have made your move, please also face my technique!"

Zhong Shenxiu laughed heartily, slightly raising his hand.

Countless moments, Three Thousand Worlds, myriad spells... All of them seeming to converge into a tide, and he was the one wielding this torrent, charging at the Drought Demon Immortal.

What does Dharma Body matter? He was more than capable of countering an Immortal!

Intangible and immaterial spells and concepts, at this moment, seemed like a war blade or a colossal hammer, held in Zhong Shenxiu's hand, crashing down thunderously.

Boom!

The Drought Demon Immortal who had just cast an Immortal Technique had no escape, only to stretch out both hands in defense.

Pfft, pfft!

His clothes were torn apart, his palms suddenly transformed, growing nine fingers each, with webbed membranes connecting them, surfaces covered with twisted scales.

Now, with both hands covering the sky, he could withstand any attack.

But the very next moment, these vast demon hands were blasted apart!

Zhong Shenxiu, wielding the torrent, cleaved it into the chest of the Drought Demon Immortal.

...

The Heavenly Cry Demon Lord, as if sensing something, lifted his head and suddenly saw the sky grow dark, rain of blood falling.

"This isn't ordinary rain, but... Immortal Blood?"

Looking at the blood on his hand, as clear as jade and about to condense into crystal at any second, even the voice of the Heavenly Cry Demon Lord trembled.

"It's the East Splendor Daoist True Monarch! He's just a Dharma Body, yet he's able to counter-flow and strike down an Immortal!"