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第四千零七十八章 枯荣上仙

"Good, I am but a fragment of the former Grand Commander's spirit. Weak beyond measure, yet fortunate enough to retain all his memories. Otherwise, why would you have clung to me?"

The old voice continued, laced with resentment: "We agreed to support each other. If one day you reach the strength to ascend into the clouds, I can also rebuild my body and restore my supreme demonic power from my past life. How is it that now your wings are hardened, and you wish to break our agreement?"

"Breaking an agreement for personal gain—truly a wicked man complaining first. A true immortal should not be so shameless."

"What did you say? I don't understand."

"Hmph. With the situation as it stands, why continue this pretense, Father? Do you think you can still deceive me with your smooth talk?"

Field Sword's voice was cold and icy: "Father, what a mocking tone!"

The old voice fell silent.

After a long while, it sighed in relief. "When did you discover my presence?"

"Me?"

Field Sword smiled: "So you admit it."

"Not admitting it would make no difference. Since you've deemed me a true immortal, denying it is meaningless," the old voice said, devoid of anger but tinged with regret. It was just one step away from achieving its plan.

"This still shows some dignity. If you had denied it all along, I'd be disappointed."

"Youth, I underestimated you. I didn't expect an entity from beyond the mortal realm to have such meticulous thoughts. When did you realize that my soul wasn't a fragment of the demonic Grand Commander but a true immortal's?"

"Ha, this is thanks to Lin Xiao."

"Lin Xuan, what does he have to do with it?" The old voice was filled with surprise.

"Why should I tell you? In any case, I discovered your inconsistency. You are not a fragment of the demonic Grand Commander; rather, you are a true immortal's soul. As for the Nine Holy True Demonic Techniques, they likely came from the deceased Grand Commander and were then passed on to me."

"Indeed."

With everything said, the old voice admitted openly: "For these thousand years, you have indeed taken care of me, guiding me in my cultivation to avoid detours. But your intentions weren't good; you merely wanted me to be a sacrificial lamb for you."

"Sacrificial lamb? Where do you get such an idea, Sword?"

Now the old voice used this term with mockery.

"If I truly reach the strength comparable to the demonic Grand Commander of yore, my soul might finally achieve perfection on the day I take over your body."

Field Sword's eyes gleamed with excitement. "That makes sense. You are indeed remarkable, far surpassing my expectations. I admit that I underestimated you. But isn't it strange? If I am a true immortal, why hide my identity and strength? Wouldn’t it be better to teach me the secrets of the celestial realm directly?"

"I have puzzled over this. Please enlighten me, Father."

Field Sword smiled.

"Rarely do you call me Father. Fine, let's make you a clear-headed ghost." The old voice continued: "Actually, I didn't deceive you entirely about my identity. I misled you by half."

"Half?"

"Yes. Originally, I had some connection to the demonic Grand Commander. In that battle at the North Pole, three true immortals died or were injured, and one of them was me—Dharma Title withered prosperity."

"Withered prosperity?"

"That's related to my cultivation techniques. No need to elaborate now. Back then, severely wounded, I sought a quiet place for recovery alongside companions. But that demonic Grand Commander came looking for us. After a fierce battle, we both perished, and the small interface was destroyed. I ended up in the mortal realm as Penglai Mountain."

"What? You three all died?"

"Yes, but my companion's soul was completely destroyed, while the demonic Grand Commander's body and essence were annihilated, leaving his soul barely intact."

"Then what happened afterward?"

"Afterward, hahaha... I didn't want to continue fighting. After all, it would only lead to a soul-shattering outcome. But that demonic Grand Commander was mad. With just a fragment of his soul left, he still tried to bite me."

"Bite you?"

Field Sword was stunned before realizing: "You mean soul consumption?"

"Yes, that fellow's bravery is commendable, but he lacked strategy and was foolish. His strength might be formidable, but as a true immortal, I would have more spiritual power than him."

"So you took advantage of the situation, consumed his soul, gained his memories, and thus could teach me the Nine Holy True Demonic Techniques."

"Indeed. But I chose to do so because your body is that of a true demon, making this technique easier for you to master."

"After I achieve perfection, you can take over my body."

"Correct, but it's still one step short," the old voice said with frustration.

"Hmm, indeed, if my strength cannot match the demonic Grand Commander from before, this body wouldn't be able to withstand your spiritual power. Thus, you made a critical mistake."

"A critical mistake, young Field, you're too smug."

The old voice cackled: "I admit I was thwarted in my plan, but don't think I will let you manipulate me. Remember, with the demonic Grand Commander's strength and true demon body, taking over your soul carries risks, but it's better than doing nothing. I won't allow a thousand years of effort to be wasted."

Just as he spoke, "bang" sounded in his ears. Behind Field Sword appeared a swirling mass of clouds.

The cloud expanded into an old face. No, not exactly old; it was a strange face with one side smooth and rosy, while the other was dry and ancient-looking.

This was the true form of Withered Prosperity.

With a sinister expression, he lunged at Field Sword.

Field Sword would not sit idly by. He flicked his sleeves, revealing seven-colored ice fire that formed a wall of flames in front of him.

However, Withered Prosperity ignored it and charged into the fiery sea, as if the strange fire that had incinerated tens of thousands of demonic elites was useless against him.

"Fool, I taught you this secret technique. You use it against me—don't you think that's too foolish?"

As he spoke, the face transformed from a soul to rush three feet in front of Field Sword.

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