My Informative Cultivation Life

"Be careful, he has mastered the Primordial Spirit Attack Technique, capable of annihilating demon souls!" Tian Xie thought of the past and frowned as he warned.

"Being careful is futile, all of you will die!" Yang Ji's cold voice spread throughout the crowd, concise and clear, seemingly unwilling to say more, his indifference brimming with powerful confidence.

Once again, he charged with his sword, unleashing Sword Lights that contained Yin Yang Separation at Dawn within them.

"I have two Demon Realm Bags that can capture all Divine Skills, watch me subdue him!" Among the Heavenly Demons, a Golden List Genius coldly spoke, soaring into the air, his sleeves spread out like pouches, turning into two black holes that amplified infinitely, enveloping from above, capturing the Sword Lights emitted by the Zhe Long Sword.

Whoooosh!

This person's sleeves had grown to the size of small hills, pitch black inside, emitting the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves, as if harboring two ancient grand demons, terrifyingly absorbing the Sword Lights.

All the Sword Lights released by Yang Ji were gathered in.

"So simply you've countered my Sword Qi, I thought you were much stronger!" The man sneered, but his smile froze in place, his laughter ceasing abruptly as endless Sword Lights shattered his sleeves and sliced out from within.

In the sky, sleeves fluttered like butterflies, infinite Sword Qi slashing out, transforming into a streak of Sword Light that targeted the man.

The Heavenly Demon, though a Golden List expert, could not escape from such close range, and the congregation of endless Sword Qi cut off his head with a single strike.

He screamed miserably, only to be cut off abruptly, dead on the spot!

"What?" The assembly of Heavenly Demons expressed shock; that was a Golden List Genius, how could he die from one move?

What kind of fierce person was this?

The confrontation in the sky was intense but short-lived. The Zhe Long Sword commanded the heavens, its Sword Qi unstoppable, and in just a few encounters, more than a dozen Heavenly Demons had been slain.

With a sword in hand, Yang Ji severed all ten directions!

Such might, such intimidation, it left all Heavenly Demons with faces as grim as water.

"Retreat, you are no match for him!" Tian Xie's expression changed, and he yelled loudly.

"Such a strong Primordial Spirit Attack? He actually has such a technique!" Xu Yan's eyelids fluttered, and he couldn't help but swallow quietly.

"Primordial Spirit Attack?" Mo Jie almost squinted as he said.

"Mo Jie, let's take action! Join forces and slay him!" Tian Xie said in a cold voice.

"Okay!" Mo Jie nodded coldly, restrained his Demon Blade, his hands forming seals, shouting lowly, "Heart Demon Tribulation!" Suddenly, he transformed into a streak of light, appearing within Yang Ji's heart.

"Blood God Tribulation!" Tian Xie also shouted coldly, a river of blood erupting behind him, rolling towards Yang Ji.

This Blood God Tribulation was actually a Primordial Spirit Attack, piercing through the Sword Light unaffected!

"Yang Ji, watch me devour your mind!" Mo Jie laughed coldly within Yang Ji's heart, transforming into a pitch-black demon, intending to devour all of Yang Ji's mental energy.

"My mind is unparalleled, my Primordial Spirit immortal, let's see what you can do to me!" Yang Ji sneered coldly, the deity of his heart suddenly appeared and with a fierce punch, shattered the demon head Mo Jie had turned into.

With a scream of agony, Mo Jie, not far away, appeared in pain, retreating several steps.

And yet, before Tian Xie's Blood God Tribulation could infiltrate his sea of consciousness, a Primordial Spirit Storm erupted from within Yang Ji, surging out instantly, dispersing the vast river of blood as if rainwater on a red-hot iron plate, vanishing without a trace.

"This, a Primordial Spirit Storm? Such a powerful Primordial Spirit Storm!" Xu Yan's color drastically changed, abruptly standing up, his Primordial Spirit trembling.

"Die!" Having broken both their deadly Divine Skills, Yang Ji then glared fiercely, Yin Yang Energies like dragons, a flash in the void, and he appeared within the sea of consciousness of the two.

Viciously stabbing onto their Demon Souls.

But!

With a buzzing sound, atop their Demon Souls, black Talismans appeared, blocking all attacks.

[Soul Protection Talisman!]

"Yang Ji, your Primordial Spirit Attack is strong, but it's useless against us. We have Soul Protection Talismans guarding our souls unless you possess a Primordial Spirit comparable to Mahayana, otherwise, you'll never break our Soul Protection Talismans!" Mo Jie let out a sigh of relief and mocked coldly.

"Oh? Is that so?" Yang Ji's gaze lifted, once again unleashing Yin Yang Separation at Dawn, targeting Mo Jie and Tian Xie.

"It's no use, your Primordial Spirit Attack... Ah!" Mo Jie had not finished speaking when he suddenly began to clutch his head in pain, quickly bleeding from seven orifices, a ghastly sight.

At the same time, Tian Xie issued a similar wretched scream, his blood also flowing from seven orifices.

"Ah, impossible, you actually broke my Soul Protection Talisman!!!"

"My God, is this guy even human? He actually possesses an Immortal Primordial Spirit comparable to Mahayana!" Xu Yan turned pale, instantly retreating ten thousand miles away, not daring to approach any closer.

"Die!" Yang Ji stepped forward from the air, seizing the moment of their weakness to claim their lives, his large hand reaching out viciously, intending to suppress the two.

But at that moment, from the Sky Firmament above, an endless spiritual pressure emerged, and a black light bearing boundless might broke through the sky, hurtling towards him.

"What? An attack move of a Primordial Spirit comparable to an Immortal Primordial Spirit?" Yang Ji watched the black light, his expression changing. He was astonished, who else could possess an Immortal Primordial Spirit like his, capable of unleashing such a Primordial Spirit Killing Move?

Just as he blasted the black light with Yin Yang Energies.

He saw that in the Sky Firmament above, a vast bridge, half black and half white, soared through the air and landed in front of Mo Jie, Tian Xie, and the other Heavenly Demons, whisking them away through space, crossing at an incredible speed.

"A Supreme Demonic Artifact, the Bridge of Life and Death?" Yang Ji's expression changed.

A Supreme Demonic Artifact was equivalent to a Supreme Dao Instrument, a treasure of a sect, with not more than three pieces possessed by a powerful Dao Sect.

Now such a treasure had suddenly appeared before him—how could Yang Ji not be shocked?

Could it be within the Heavenly Demon Clan, there was still a master?

"Insect, in the end, you're just a soul on the Bridge of Life and Death. I have matters I cannot leave, but as for your life, I'll let you live a few more days!" As Yang Ji was pondering, an exceptionally chilling voice came from the Bridge of Life and Death, bringing with it a suffocating terror.