What is an immortal?

"What kind of Divine Skill is this?" Zhong Tuhu was greatly alarmed upon seeing this.

He had never encountered such a strange and powerful Divine Skill, and couldn't help feeling a bit flustered inside.

Yuan Ming, however, didn't give him any chance to catch his breath.

He raised his hand and pressed downward, causing the seven-colored vortex to bear down on Zhong Tuhu.

The devouring power of the Primordial Dao Seal surged, locking onto Zhong Tuhu's five-colored arm, and began to tear at it crazily.

Zhong Tuhu was shocked and attempted to retract his arm, only to find that the force seemed to have a mind of its own, clamping onto his arm, making it impossible to move.

"Not good! This time I might be planted by this kid!" he thought panic-stricken.

Meanwhile, Yuan Ming activated the Emotion Manipulation Seal.

In the void before him, a giant hand glowing with enchanting seven-colored light appeared out of thin air, fingers clenched, reaching for Zhong Tuhu.

Zhong Tuhu, having never seen such a bizarre attack method, panicked and hurriedly waved his hand, summoning a bronze square shield the size of a palm.

This bronze square shield, which he had relied on for years as a Protective Spirit Treasure, lit up with the inscribed golden-armored god pattern, causing a massive Immovable Ming King's Protective Dharma Image to materialize out of nowhere, enveloping him and shielding his entire body.

Yuan Ming, however, seemed oblivious to the protective Dharma image, calmly continued to clench his giant hand.

The Outer Soul Hand conjured by his Emotion Manipulation Seal had accumulated twenty years' worth of potency, and he was eager to test it out.

In the next moment, the seven-colored giant palm penetrated the Immovable Ming King's Protective Dharma Image effortlessly, seizing Zhong Tuhu in its grip.

This scene stunned everyone present; they could hardly believe their eyes.

This protective Dharma image, one of Zhong Tuhu's famous skills, was broken through so easily!

Zhong Tuhu felt a surge of chaotic emotions explode in his Sea of Consciousness, losing control and plummeting from the sky.

The five-colored palm formed by the Five Elements Sword Qi also instantaneously shattered, dispersing into chaotic streams.

Seeing this, Yuan Ming tightened his grip.

The seven-colored giant palm seemed to penetrate Zhong Tuhu's body, its light delving into him. Zhong Tuhu's emotions spiraled out of control, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

"How is this possible?"

This cry of astonishment came not only from Si Rong and the accompanying disciples of the Su Nu Sect but also from seasoned cultivators like Lu Jianxing, who all wore shocked expressions.

Though they had long known of the City Lord's extraordinary prowess, what was displayed now far exceeded their expectations.

Yuan Ming did not attempt to kill Zhong Tuhu but merely grabbed him casually, intending to confine him inside the Shura Palace.

At that moment, a sudden change occurred!

A black light screen appeared out of nowhere, rapidly expanding into a black Spiritual Domain with a diameter of a hundred zhang, enveloping Yuan Ming tightly within.

The light emanating from within was not an ordinary mana fluctuation, but a unique and strong Soul Power, frightening to the heart.

Yuan Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, intending to mobilize mana to resist, but suddenly perceived something strange.

This domain wasn't a simple mana field, but a unique and mighty Soul Power fluctuation.

This wasn't a Spiritual Domain, but a soul domain!

Yuan Ming was startled; the instant he realized it, an indescribable wave of emotion surged in his Sea of Consciousness.

Countless voices seemed to echo in his ears—arguing, talking, cursing, congratulating, mingling—sounds chaotic and varied, as if he had fallen into an intangible red dust.

Each voice seemed to tug at his Seven Emotions and Six Desires, as though echoing his experiences across countless past lives.

Under this intense emotional barrage, Yuan Ming's Divine Soul momentarily stalled, struggling to break free.

Wulu and others saw this, and their expressions changed drastically; they hadn't anticipated such a turn of events and found themselves unable to react in time.

At this moment, among the Su Nu Sect disciples guarding that net-shaped Magic Treasure below, an otherwise unremarkable woman's body surged with seven-colored flowing light, transforming into a massive seven-colored giant palm, reaching toward Yuan Ming high in the sky.

The giant palm bore a striking resemblance to Yuan Ming's Outer Soul Hand, yet it was even larger, infused with an ocean-like immense Desire Power.

Before anyone could react, the giant palm had already pierced through Yuan Ming's body.

The moment he was impaled by the seven-colored giant palm, Yuan Ming felt as if his Sea of Consciousness had exploded.

Chaotic emotions surged like a tidal wave, the immense Desire Power fiercely assaulting his Divine Soul, almost causing him to lose control over his body.

In this critical moment, the Stealing Heaven Tripod mark on his arm suddenly lit up, releasing a tremendous suction force.

The Desire Power invading his Sea of Consciousness, like grains of sand swept by a great wave, was swiftly absorbed by the Stealing Heaven Tripod.

Yuan Ming's Divine Soul suddenly relaxed, his mind quickly recovering.

Immediately, he activated the Stealing Heaven Tripod, channeling his own Desire Power, and let out a thunderous shout.

An immensely powerful wave of Divine Sense erupted from him, crashing outward like a storm.

The soul domain enveloping him was instantly torn open by this force.

Yuan Ming's eyes were as sharp as torches, scanning below, revealing a sudden bright yellow glow on the ground, radiant like the rising sun.

Immediately, four middle-aged men dressed in wide-sleeved yellow robes stepped out slowly from the halo, their garments fluttering in the wind as if they were deities descending from the heavens.

As soon as the four landed, they quickly formed a Dharma Seal, their figures scattering to create a mysterious formation.

The four were dressed identically, with no difference in height, body type, or weight. Even more astonishingly, their appearances were like mirror reflections, exactly the same.

Their techniques were skillful, and almost at the same moment, the Dharma Seals were formed in their hands, and they all shouted in unison, "Suppress!"

As the shout fell, strands of yellow light rose from beneath their feet, like summoned Spiritual Snakes, swiftly intertwining to form a massive yellow Spiritual Domain.

This Spiritual Domain was like a huge golden dome, enveloping Yuan Ming within.

The moment the Spiritual Domain formed, an indescribable pressure descended from the sky, akin to Mount Tai pressing down, catching Yuan Ming off guard.

Yuan Ming attempted to shift his position, but the pressure followed him like a shadow, making escape impossible.

Ultimately, Yuan Ming was slammed hard onto the ground by the overwhelming pressure.

With a thunderous crash, the ground instantly caved in, forming a massive deep pit, and Yuan Ming's figure was shrouded in dust.

When the dust cleared, Yuan Ming was seen supporting himself with his hands on the ground, his clothes clinging tightly to his muscular back, his bulging muscles displaying his tremendous power.

He let out a thunderous roar, activating his Qi-Blood Power, and forcefully standing up under the heavy pressure.

However, the oppression of the Spiritual Domain did not cease.

Instead, a denser ochre halo poured down from above the Spiritual Domain, surging like a waterfall.

The power contained in this halo was strong enough to create visible distortions in the void.

Yuan Ming, amidst it all, seemed clad in thousand-pound heavy armor, his whole body trembling greatly, yet he couldn't break free from this restraint.

He tried to mobilize his internal mana, but under this heavy pressure, the movement of mana became exceptionally difficult.

At this moment, a crimson flame flashed before Yuan Ming, followed by the sudden appearance of a Taoist in a fire-red robe, with eyebrows as crimson as flames.

This person was the Red Eyebrow Taoist Yuan Ming had seen before.

With a lift of his hand, crimson firelight flashed from his sleeve, and a scarlet iron chain instantly pierced through Yuan Ming's chest.

Yuan Ming felt a fiery burning sensation spreading throughout his body, severely hindering the flow of mana at the wound on his chest.

He attempted to activate his Undying Body to heal the wound, yet the scarlet iron chain seemed to possess a mind of its own, continuously burning the wound, making healing extraordinarily difficult.

Under this dual oppression, much of Yuan Ming's strength was suppressed.

He struggled to stand upright, but felt the space pressure like a giant mountain on his shoulders, forcing him almost to one knee.

Upon seeing this, Wulu was filled with both shock and fury.

He flicked his wrist, and a purple Poison Banner flew out of thin air, unfurling in mid-air.

From the banner wafted purple poison mist, and five Poisonous Dragons, flowing with purple-green Poison Liquid, flew out, ferociously attacking the four yellow-robed men and the Red Eyebrow Taoist.

Just as the Poison Dragons were about to strike, a figure suddenly flashed out, blocking in front of them.

It was the female disciple of the Su Nu Sect who had previously unleashed the Seven-colored Giant Palm.

With a wave of her hand, the Seven-colored Giant Palm reappeared, reaching for the oncoming Poison Dragons.

The Poison Dragons spewed dark green smoke, clashing with the Seven-colored Giant Palm, instantly producing a series of sizzling sounds.

Under the corrosive poison smoke, the Seven-colored Giant Palm became riddled with holes, yet it stubbornly withstood the attack from the Poison Dragons.

Seeing this, the female disciple frowned slightly, clearly surprised by the power of the Poison Banner.

The Red Eyebrow Taoist coldly reminded her on the side, "That seems to be the long-lost Ten Thousand Gods Poison Banner, be cautious."

The female disciple's face revealed a look of realization, and she suddenly made a gesture with one hand, softly chanting, "Seven Emotions Prohibition!"

As her voice fell, strands of Desire Power containing the Power of Seven Emotions surged from her body, rapidly condensing into a seven-colored Talisman in the void.

This Talisman emitted a faint radiance, as if containing some mysterious power, swiftly flying towards the Seven-colored Giant Palm and merging with it.

The giant palm, fused with the Seven-colored Talisman, immediately displayed dense runes on its surface, which shimmered with a subtle glow, exuding powerful Sealing Power.

The giant palm charged towards the smoke spewed by the Poison Dragons, and indeed, its corrosion speed slowed significantly.

Subsequently, the Seven-colored Giant Palm grasped fiercely, firmly seizing the five Poisonous Dragons within its grip, unable to escape.

Wulu, witnessing this, was about to continue his tactics, but his expression suddenly froze.

He was astonished to find that the Sealing Power transmitted through the Ten Thousand Gods Poison Banner had affected him, immobilizing him and preventing further action.

In the distance, Yun Luo Fairy, seeing this scene, had an expression of extreme dismay.

She finally understood that these people were clearly targeting Yuan Ming, and her presence as Yun Luo Fairy was evidently not significant enough to warrant such a grand ambush.

Her arrival had undoubtedly become the pretext these people used to plot against Yuan Ming.

Yun Luo Fairy hesitated, contemplating whether to risk her own life to save Yuan Ming, but considering the disparity between her power and theirs, she couldn't help but feel a wave of helplessness.