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The other half was in a similar situation to Lin Xuan, meditating at the Bodhi Hall of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect. He had endured countless hardships and finally arrived at the palace of Asura King, only to run into an ancient octopus beast on his way.

Both parties were after the same treasure, so they immediately clashed without much talk.

In terms of cultivation level alone, the ancient octopus beast was slightly superior. However, Huitong had a supreme divine treasure in his possession.

Such grade treasures are rare even in the Spirit Realm and have long disappeared from the mortal world. Even an advanced-stage Immortal Core cultivator could not fully utilize its power, but just a small part of it would significantly boost their cultivation level. Thus, the beast fell, but Huitong's spiritual energy was also nearly depleted.

The Asura King’s palace lay ahead, but he did not rush in immediately; instead, he planned to recover his strength first.

Otherwise, encountering formidable restrictions could be difficult to handle. Of course, Huitong had this leisurely attitude because he was unaware of other cultivators nearby, including those at the Separation stage. Otherwise, the monk would have rushed to retrieve the treasure first.

The mountain breeze blew past, making everything seem peaceful and serene. However, an unexpected change occurred without any warning.

Kokoko—

A faint sound entered his ears as a black aura shot out from the armor like a venomous snake, targeting the seated monk.

Although Huitong was meditating in a lotus position, an advanced-stage Immortal Core cultivator’s divine sense was incredibly sharp. He suddenly opened his eyes and shifted slightly, sleeves fluttering to reveal a five-colored Buddha light. A thick barrier appeared before him.

Huitong's reaction was swift, but it was still too late. The black aura moved extremely fast and soon reached his face, tearing through the protective shield and entering his body.

"Ahh!" Huitong clasped his head as if enduring immense pain.

If other cultivators were present, they would instantly recognize what he was going through; however, Huitong was an advanced-stage Immortal Core cultivator. Still, Asura King was much stronger.

After falling, he had advanced to the Separation stage despite lacking a physical body for cultivation. His divine sense was still far superior to Huitong's.

Heavy breathing filled his ears as the agonizing cries gradually subsided. He had already absorbed the other’s Immortal Core and taken over Huitong's body.

However, this was not yet finished. A series of cracking sounds echoed in his ears, followed by a strong light enveloping him.

Amidst the bright light, a deafening roar could be heard. Then, centered around him, a powerful spiritual pressure surged out. The pressure contained vibrant five-colored light, indicating an abundance of Buddha power within.

The path to immortality was arduous and divided into several schools since ancient times: Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, and the righteous and demonic paths, along with cultivators of monsters.

Each school aimed for longevity but had different views on cultivation. None could be said to be stronger than the others; they were always in a balanced state.

The methods used by monster cultivators might not be inferior to those of Taoists, Confucians, Buddhists, and demons, but due to the scarcity of monster lines in the mortal world, their schools did not flourish as much.

Due to differing views, the spiritual energies cultivated by these five schools varied greatly. For example, Confucian disciples possessed extremely powerful righteous energy, while the attributes of Taoist and demonic energies were diametrically opposed, like water and fire that could not coexist.

Lin Xuan was unique; he had once practiced Yin-Yang techniques. Otherwise, his dual cultivation in righteousness and darkness would have led to conflicts between their energies, potentially causing serious harm or even death.

Huitong, as the head of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect's Bodhi Hall, naturally cultivated extremely pure Buddhist arts. Asura King had created his own school, though he drew from various sources, it ultimately followed the Taoist lineage.

If not for necessity, Huitong would have preferred to avoid possessing this old monk’s body and had to painstakingly convert the Buddha attributes in the other's spiritual energy into Daoist power.

He continuously waved his hands, casting spell after spell. As time passed, the five-colored Buddha light gradually dimmed, replaced by genuine Taoist energy.

This process took about an hour. Then, as the light faded, Huitong’s appearance changed significantly.

Originally, Huitong had white hair and a youthful appearance despite being tall and robust. Now, his height remained unchanged, but he looked noticeably thinner. Most astonishingly, wrinkles vanished from his face, replaced by a handsome young man.

His fingers were delicate, and as a man, this person was too feminine in appearance. The scar on his head had transformed into flowing hair that reached down to his waist.

This was the true form of Asura King. Unlike Lin Xuan, he was incredibly handsome back then. It was precisely because he cherished his appearance that his Nine Heavens Profound Technique had such anti-aging effects.

"Hmm, not bad. Although this old monk is a bit aged, there's still abundant vitality in his body. Converting the spiritual energy from Buddha to Taoist has gone smoothly, though it’s still somewhat mixed. I should be able to recover about eighty percent of my former strength," Asura King said with satisfaction after examining his hands.

"Hahaha—"

He laughed wildly, but before he could finish, footsteps sounded in his ears. Asura King froze, his pupils constricting.

As the saying goes, joy can lead to misfortune. He had become too complacent due to a successful possession and forgotten that divine energy was almost useless here. Only when the footsteps reached him did he realize that a group of cultivators had arrived.

Asura King was both shocked and angry; there were over ten people, including the advanced-stage gray-robed elder from Luo Family. Of course, they were the cultivators from Tianzhou Luo Family, including their patriarch. They now numbered only twelve.

Luo Family's luck was not much better than Lin Xuan’s. Although they did not encounter something as bizarre as a Nine-Headed Serpent fragment, in the last restriction, they faced hundreds of ghost soldiers and even some advanced-stage Immortal Core beings. Moreover, they worked well together, resulting in significant losses.

Even Luo Zicong and Blood Luo Child, two advanced-stage cultivators, were not unscathed. Apart from their patriarch, everyone had minor injuries.

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