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第四千一百七十七章 化蝶成仙

"Ah!"

The old patriarch Shàmíng, enveloped by silver flames, let out a piercing scream. He charged towards the sky like a madman, rolling and wailing continuously.

Bang!

He flew several dozen feet before his body suddenly exploded in an instant.

A one-foot-longprimordial infant emerged, much larger than ordinary cultivators', solid and robust, indicating that this person had cultivated theirprimordial infant to its peak.

Even without a physical body, he could still roam freely.

However, at this moment, it was useless.

The silver flames wrapped around theprimordial infant layer by layer. Another piercing scream echoed, sending shivers down one's spine as Shàmíng Old Patriarch was completely refined into nothingness.

...

Although the entire process seemed complex when described, it only took an instant.

As survivors, both Fairy Yùtóng and Ice Soul Primordial were visibly pale.

Nǎilóng True Man no longer felt like dallying. Their power could dominate in any of the Three Thousand Worlds.

Even in the Realm of True Immortals, they would be counted among the few powerful ones.

But the gap between ordinary immortals and Daoist Ancestors was too vast, akin to the difference between splitting consciousness and transcending tribulation... no, perhaps even greater.

They all felt a chill at this moment.

The Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox also seemed similarly shaken. The most composed one was undoubtedly the Heavenly Witch Goddess, but her expression towards Tiānxīang carried deep trepidation.

Opponents were beyond their reach in combat, and there clearly wasn't any way to retreat now.

Fairy Yùtóng sighed and turned to Ice Soul Primordial: "No matter our past grievances, we must put them aside for the time being. If we don’t want to perish, let us all reveal our true strength and bring out our hidden arts."

"Agreed!"

A glint of something unusual flashed in Ice Soul Primordial's eyes. Her response was clean and decisive.

However, their conversation left others puzzled—had they not used their true powers yet? Even earlier, had they still been holding back?

No one knew for sure, but the answer soon revealed itself.

Seeing Fairy Yùtóng’s words, Tiānxīang’s eyes flickered with a strange light. Without further ado, he acted decisively.

His lips curled into an eerie smile as he uttered obscure incantations.

Although it was just a few syllables, it evoked a sense of ancient times.

Woo...

The Milky Way churned, and dozens of ancient characters emerged, forming a poem that shimmered in the air. The words were archaic, with faint sounds of clashing metal echoing out. A golden vortex rose from this poem, interweaving with it.

"Rituals of the Confucian School!"

Nǎilóng True Man exclaimed in surprise.

"Hmph, what rituals of the Confucian School? All cultivation arts are fundamentally the same. Only those on the lower planes differentiate them so meticulously. To me, all abilities return to their primal power."

Tiānxīang's face was filled with defiance as he pointed at his head again. The poem suddenly shone brightly and then shrunk, vanishing into the golden vortex.

Instantly, sounds of iron cavalry and golden armor resounded, followed by the distant sound of galloping horses.

The golden vortex erupted, sending countless armored warriors flying out. Countless in number—thousands perhaps—each carrying a large bow taller than a man. They all exuded an ominous aura as they began to draw their bows.

With a piercing sound, dense golden arrows appeared, instantly turning the sky into a dazzling golden hue, overwhelming Fairy Yùtóng.

One strike and done!

Clearly, Tiānxīang had decided on a swift victory.

These arrows blurred for a moment before appearing three feet in front of Li Yùtóng. It seemed simple, but it ignored spatial distances entirely.

Faced with such a dire situation, Shàmíng Old Patriarch perished just like that. But Li Yùtóng merely sighed softly.

Opening her mouth, a glimmer appeared as an ancient golden mirror materialized before her. Dropping and spinning, the entire void trembled.

One by one, mirrors-like treasures appeared in her vision. Though thin as cicada wings, they were incredibly sturdy with faint runes flowing continuously.

Sizzle...

Instantly, the countless golden arrows crashed upon them like a deluge of rain.

Golden light surged.

Fairy Yùtóng’s hands moved rapidly, sending rune after rune from her body. Simultaneously, the mirrors-like treasures in the sky began to respond, emitting a faint golden glow from their surfaces.

A miraculous scene unfolded: themagnificentarrow shower was actually repelled back.

Not blocked but directly bounced back.

During this process, Li Yùtóng’s aura surged dramatically, doubling her power. As an Immortal of the Dispersed Realm, she could already command divine qi, though it was patchy and impure.

The difference here was akin to that between ordinary beast qi and chaotic beast qi.

But now, everything changed.

Instant Immortality!

Without ascending tribulation, Li Yùtóng underwent a transformation, becoming an actual Immortal at this moment. Her power surged dramatically, explaining why she could repel Tiānxīang's attack.

After all, that strike was mostly the Thousand-Scroll Heavenly Book, but not much true magic had been used.

It was too careless.

Such a scene was beyond his imagination.

But changes didn't stop here.

On the other side, Ice Soul Primordial’s situation mirrored Li Yùtóng’s.

Without any additional movements, she chanted several intricate spells. A dense web of dark magical runes erupted from her body.

Thunderous sounds echoed as a black hole appeared in the void.

Crisp cold winds and dark magic enveloped her, while similar runes appeared on her skin, like a whale sucking in all the magic and runes into her body.

Boom!

A layer of silver flames surfaced on her body. Her aura surged dramatically.

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