In the third heaven of Beitianmen, Zong Baiye frowned and stared at the mist-shrouded Tianchi, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
"Fusion? No, no, this emperor is the master of Beitianmen. How can I integrate myself into a weapon?" said the consciousness hovering above Tianchi.
Zong Baiye was slightly stunned.
If it’s not fusion, then what is it?
"Haha, now that I am about to accomplish my mission, I might as well tell you." said the consciousness.
"Thousands of years ago in Beizhou, Li Jiuzhong reached an agreement with the Heavenly Dao before his death, designating Beizhou as a forbidden land. No cultivators were allowed to ascend. Haha, the immortal path is the greatest ambition of our generation. How could it be cut off because of Li Jiuzhong alone?"
"Therefore, this emperor has found another way. Using the Tianchi Immortal Artifact as a medium for reincarnation, I borrow the blood of the immortals to nourish my immortal body, and then use the peach fruit to condense the Tao intention. This can not only achieve the body of a true immortal, but also avoid the induction of the Northern Continent Heavenly Dao. Haha..."
This guy wants to become an immortal!
Zong Baiye's face was solemn.
When ordinary practitioners reach the peak of the Hedao realm, they will incur the Northern Continent's Heavenly Tribulation, where their bodies will be tempered by heavenly thunder. After surviving the heavenly tribulation, the Immortal Bridge of the Immortal Realm opens, and immortal spirit energy descends to fuse with the body, achieving an immortal body. Afterwards, they will step onto the Immortal Bridge and ascend to immortality.
Although Emperor Ziwei also wanted to become an immortal, he clearly didn't want to follow the usual path. To avoid the dangers of the heavenly tribulation and fire, he used immortal artifacts as a medium to create his own immortal body. He then used the peaches of the immortal fruit to condense immortal essence, forging a path to immortality that belonged only to him.
Although he has condensed an immortal body, he is practicing the way of a saint. But if Emperor Ziwei succeeds, then Emperor Ziwei will be the only immortal in the entire Beizhou.
Zong Baiye admired Emperor Ziwei. Anyone who could come up with such an idea and dared to implement it was definitely a true genius.
At the same time, he is also a pervert.
You must know that in order to condense an immortal body without the tempering of heavenly tribulation and the descent of immortal spirit energy, one must first dissolve one's own body, retaining only the yang spirit and consciousness, and then integrate them into the immortal artifact Tianchi, undergoing a long condensation process. There will be no shortage of accidents. Once something goes wrong, perhaps it will really be as he said, the yang spirit and consciousness will be swallowed up by the immortal artifact and merged into one with the immortal artifact.
But now it seems that this guy is about to succeed.
Zong Baiye narrowed his eyes, and under his spiritual gaze, he could clearly feel a powerful force gradually reviving in the Tianchi Lake, as well as the pressure that was similar to that of an immortal.
The immortal finger that I sent to the North Gate of Heaven must have played a catalytic role, otherwise it would never have been so smooth.
Zong Baiye thought.
"Your Beitianmen must have a passage to Zhongshengzhou. Since you want to become an immortal, why don't you go to Zhongshengzhou to overcome the tribulation? Zhongshengzhou's heavenly thunder punishment shouldn't contain the tribulation fire unique to Beishengzhou."
A voice of consciousness rang out from the mist swirling in Tianchi.
"The passage between Beizhou and Zhongshengzhou does exist, but traveling to Zhongshengzhou requires a huge price, and... I don't want to ascend to the immortal realm!"
"I will stay in Beizhou, in this world, and become the only immortal in Beizhou. When the time comes, I will be the king of this world, haha..."
This guy wants to avoid the spying of the Heavenly Dao and the guidance of the Immortal Realm, stay in Beizhou and become a local emperor?
So that’s how it is!
Zong Baiye's eyes were as deep as the abyss, and a gleam of light flashed in the depths of his pupils that no one could detect.
…
The black severed hand and an arm emerged from the crack in the ground of the Second Heaven. In less than an incense stick of time, all the vitality of the Second Heaven was completely absorbed. The originally magnificent Beitianmen Holy Land was almost turned into ruins by this severed hand.
"Let's do it. If you delay any longer, this severed hand will only become stronger after absorbing more and more vitality." The black Qilin behind Mo Yan turned into a phantom that enveloped his body, with only a pair of inky black eyes flashing with a scorching light.
This is a phantom of a Dharma image similar to that of Sun Wukong. Although it is not necessarily stronger than Sun Wukong's magical image, with the appearance of this Dharma image, the surrounding sky becomes darker and darker, as if the light is slowly disappearing.
Houyi stood in the air with his eyes narrowed, his white Confucian robe neatly worn. Looking at the dark arm extending from the crack in the ground, a trace of disgust and aversion flashed in his eyes.
For someone like him who suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder, looking at this dirty, burnt-looking, tattered arm is more painful than killing him.
"I'll go first. Damn it, I can't stand it anymore!" Houyi bared his teeth and yelled. He clenched his fist with one hand, pulled out a star-shaped arrow flashing with lightning from mid-air, and shot it out with a shake of his hand.
A sonic boom sounded in the air, and transparent starlight thunder pierced through the void and shot towards the severed hand like lightning.
Judging from the power, this is enough to rival the full-strength attack of an ordinary Hedao realm cultivator. Even if this severed hand came from a certain saint, it was just a severed hand. He didn't believe that a severed hand could withstand a move of his own at the Hedao realm.
But the next moment, the ferocious dancing hand clenched slightly in the air, and the star-shaped arrow that pierced the void strangely stopped in mid-air, and then exploded.
Houyi frowned.
"This broken hand can affect the space within a hundred feet around it. No, it's not influence, but control," said Houyi.
Mo Yan nodded, "That should be the case. The few Beitianmen disciples who were swallowed up before they could escape were all within a hundred feet, while those outside a hundred feet were not threatened."
"And... this area is still expanding!"
Houyi narrowed his eyes and found that as the broken hand devoured the vitality around it, the peeling ash floated away, and the space of a hundred feet covered was further expanding.
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