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第四卷 七星岛 第八百一十六章 化身符

"Hmph. Whether I am the ancient demon Garo or not, what difference does it make to you? If you know your place, stop resisting and let me consume you. You'll suffer less that way. After all, there's no escaping my presence, so why waste effort on a futile struggle?"

The arrogant voice pierced his ears, causing pain. Poor Yue Xianfeng's physical body had been completely devoured and merged into the demon aura. The mist churned as it was absorbed by the figure, revealing Garo's full form.

Fear flashed across the young dantian's face; even the last shred of hope was extinguished. Indeed, this was that legendary strange monster. His appearance matched exactly what was recorded in ancient texts.

It was said that originally he had been a cultivator from the Buddhist sect. After entering the Separation Stage and failing to obtain a treasure for his cultivation, he shattered the void before his lifespan ended, arriving in the demon realm. The demon aura seeped into his body like shackles. Countless eons later, human cultivators and demons allied to fight against the demons, who suffered a crushing defeat. However, they were not content with this, using bizarre secret methods to summon some of their kin from higher realms. Garo was one of them.

These demons scattered across various regions, engaging in fierce battles with ancient cultivators. This demon just happened to land on Spirit Beast Island.

Initially, the demon's strength gave the beastfolk a slight edge, but with the addition of powerful cultivators like Fairy Xuanfeng and others from the Separation Stage, he was outnumbered and eventually sealed away in this mysterious space.

The young dantian quickly processed these thoughts. Despite any powers he might have had, it was clear that he couldn't match him now. Weighing his options, fleeing seemed the safer choice.

After all, without a physical body, he could not unleash the power of a late-stage dantian cultivator.

With this in mind, the young dantian's small hand flicked and a golden talisman was summoned. A puff of refined essence was sprayed onto it. The talisman ignited on its own, sending out a beam of light.

The light swirled before forming an illusory figure six feet tall, handsome, and resembling a sword-wielding scholar. "This..."

Garo's expression froze in surprise as he stopped moving.

The young dantian was overjoyed, quickly casting his spell to transform into a streak of lightning, retreating backward. Having been tricked once before, he didn't dare use instant teleportation but the speed of his retreat far exceeded that of ordinary cultivators.

This talisman was an heirloom passed down through generations and should be able to hold off this demon for a moment.

In just one breath, the dantian had retreated over a hundred feet. Garo did not react with shock or anger; instead, he sighed dejectedly.

At his age of ten thousand years, there wasn't much that could move him. However, the scene before him was too unique to ignore. Even as his heart remained calm and unflappable, it began to stir.

"Who would have thought that one day my avatar talisman would be used against me," Garo muttered.

If you looked closely, the scholar figure hovering in mid-air bore a striking resemblance to True Immortal Tianxiu's dantian. It was as if carved from the same mold.

This talisman had been crafted by him himself. When True Immortal Tianxiu's lifespan neared its end, he didn't want to die peacefully. He brought his companion and secretly arrived in this space, planning to merge with Garo's body.

The matter remained highly secretive; he did not inform any of his fellow cultivators. However, before coming here, he left some clues for Fairy Xuanfeng's sect.

Though cultivators were often cold-hearted, spending nearly a thousand years in one place would inevitably leave emotional ties. Concerned about potential threats to the sect if he disappeared, he split off a fragment of his divine essence and created several avatar talismans.

Each talisman could only exist for as long as incense burned but could unleash up to 70% of his peak power, far surpassing ordinary late-stage cultivators.

Three such talismans were created; they had indeed saved Fairy Xuanfeng's sect in critical moments. The last one was the one he just used.

Garo's lips curled in a sneer. If it were any other late-stage cultivator of equal power, it would be difficult to deal with. After all, this demon body could only unleash 10% of his full power.

But using himself against himself—A flash of white light, and True Immortal Tianxiu's dantian escaped the demon body.

Opening his mouth, a beam of refined essence shot out, enveloping the illusory figure. It didn't resist; instead, it disintegrated under the beam, leaving only a tiny glowing dot.

The young dantian swallowed the dot without hesitation. This was his spirit fragment and would not resist its true self.

With a chuckle, he transformed back into a streak of light, entering Garo's crown. The demon's eyes snapped open.

Yue Xianfeng's dantian had already fled far away, but it seemed he wasn't in any hurry. Demon aura surged around him as his body became increasingly indistinct, transforming into a thin black thread that shot forward at an incredible speed.

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan and Nanhe followed the energy fluctuations and arrived nearby. Seeing the streak of light approaching, they exchanged glances and quickly hid behind a large rock.

Unknown what was happening, caution was warranted.

Soon, the streak of light drew near. Lin Xuan didn't want to alert the demon by using his divine sense, so he concentrated on enhancing his spiritual energy in his eyes.

"Hmm?" Lin Xuan's expression showed surprise as the streak revealed a young dantian, pale and plump.

This was unexpected.

But upon closer inspection, Lin Xuan's face changed dramatically.

Compared to his own, this dantian appeared much stronger. The skin was not only smooth but also emitted an ethereal glow, indicating great stability—something only late-stage cultivators possessed.

If the opponent were a powerful cultivator, how could he end up like this? Lin Xuan and Nanhe exchanged glances, both showing shock on their faces.

What should they do?

They held their breaths.

Suddenly, a thin black line shot from behind. Initially distant, it quickly intercepted the streak of light.

Initially appearing as a fine thread, the line suddenly expanded, revealing a figure with a bald head and bare feet, standing atop a black lotus platform, holding a rosary. It was clearly a cultivator from the Buddhist sect.

Lin Xuan frowned, feeling increasingly perplexed. He quietly released a fragment of his divine essence to probe this stranger...

Lin Xuan was cautious, using only a light sweep with his divine sense. However, Garo's reaction was incredibly sensitive; he turned his head and looked in their direction.

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