The Seal of Spirit Severance blocks spiritual power, and willingly donning it means one's spiritual energy will be completely sealed. Apart from the body remaining strong, all other aspects are practically no different from a mortal's.
In truth, at this point, wearing it or not makes little difference. After all, with energy levels forcibly suppressed, physical strength has already surpassed usable magical power. As long as one doesn't employ divine abilities or spell-based techniques, magic becomes utterly useless!
Thus, Black Earth didn’t hesitate to accept the Seal of Spirit Severance to suppress her own spiritual power. Before her body was modified, it had been at the peak of the Great Luo Realm, incredibly robust. Even after the modifications weakened it somewhat, it still retained the strength of an early-stage Great Luo cultivator—though it felt a bit awkward to use.
As for Chen Yi, there was even less to say. Though this body’s strength was only at the early-stage True Immortal level, it was just a one-star clone anyway. Wearing the seal was no big deal—the eighty Chaos-Colored Pearls he carried didn’t need sealing, so it didn’t matter.
After donning the Seal of Spirit Severance and forcibly stepping through the Spirit-Severing Gate, the two were immediately transported to the foot of a Five-Element Mountain.
The environment here was brutal. The killing force of Metallic Gold transformed into countless blades slashing wildly, striking Black Earth’s Great Luo body and sending sparks flying!
The life force of Woody Growth turned into vines that draped down, clinging to Black Earth’s body and relentlessly draining her vitality!
The Yin essence of Watery Abyss condensed into a downpour of acidic rain, dripping onto Black Earth’s body and corroding it relentlessly!
The Yang essence of Fiery Blaze manifested as a scorching sun, its searing flames roasting Black Earth’s body until black smoke billowed!
The heavy force of Earthen Strength solidified the ground, instantly imposing ten-thousandfold gravity upon Black Earth’s body, bending her waist until she could barely stand straight!
"Damn it, Chen Yi! How are you so relaxed?! Are you cheating?!"
Sister Black Earth, tormented by the Five-Element forces, was barely holding on. Her dark face flushed red with frustration as she shrieked in disbelief.
The moment she set foot here, she knew she was in for a world of suffering. But she wasn’t upset—in fact, she felt a little excited. After all, no matter how absurd Chen Yi was, he was just a True Immortal clone here, with a weak physique. Surely, he’d be overwhelmed and end up begging for her help!
But to her utter shock, before Chen Yi could even start pleading, she was the one who couldn’t take it anymore!
Worse, he was strolling around leisurely, conjuring a nine-colored umbrella to block the acidic rain and shade himself from the scorching sun. At the same time, a nine-colored armor appeared on his body, not only deflecting the Metallic Gold blades but also rebounding them to slice through the surrounding Woody vines!
The most outrageous part? He was floating off the ground, completely ignoring the ten-thousandfold gravity of the Earthen Strength!
How was this fair?!
Wasn’t this blatant cheating?!
How could he cheat?!
He was wearing the Seal of Spirit Severance just like her—how was he still able to use magic?!
"If you're bad, just practice more. If you can’t handle it, don’t play!" Chen Yi shook his head, watching Black Earth struggle despite her Great Luo physique. It reminded him of Little Fang.
Setting himself aside, the weakest who could enter this place were at least Golden Immortals, with formidable physiques. After energy suppression, whether they used magic or not didn’t matter.
But Little Fang had only recently broken through to the False Immortal realm. His body was still weak, and his strength wasn’t great—could he endure the pressure?
"Hey, bro—Yi-ge! Don’t walk so fast! Give me a hand, damn it!" Black Earth tried to stick close to Chen Yi, hoping to borrow his cheat-like power to lighten her burden.
But Chen Yi had no interest in sticking with her. He turned and swiftly floated to the mountaintop before looking back and offering encouragement: "Don’t rush. Take your time. I believe in you—I’ll wait for you at the peak!"
"AAAAH! You’re just a freaking red egg!!!"
Black Earth completely lost it, her voice warping as acidic rain dripped into her mouth.
Chen Yi, however, ignored her. After his half-hearted encouragement, he turned back without hesitation, his gaze solemn as he studied the stone tablet at the summit.
There, he once again found an encrypted official notice left behind by Little Fang.
[Proclamation of the Purple Star Heavenly Court’s Treasury Ministry: This Five-Element Mountain falls under our jurisdiction. All spiritual essences, mineral veins, and primal artifacts within are public property of this ministry. Unauthorized extraction is strictly prohibited, lest you incur karmic ties with this ministry, ensuring future retribution! —Left by Ninth-Rank Wealth Attendant Fang Fan]
Chen Yi was deeply moved.
Little Fang was too dedicated. In such a harsh environment, not only had he scouted the local mineral deposits, but he’d also taken the time—despite the crushing pressure at the summit—to leave behind an official declaration instead of rushing to the next stage.
He was just a False Immortal! Even if the pressure varied based on physical strength, the suffering was the same!
Even an old-timer who’d lived for hundreds of millions of years would struggle to endure this, yet Little Fang was only fifty years old—practically a child in the cultivation world!
He really… damn it, I’m tearing up...
With achievements and professionalism like this, who would dare complain if he got promoted straight to Second-Rank upon returning?!
If he weren’t still so green, Chen Yi felt even promoting him to a Vice-Heavenly-Rank position wouldn’t be excessive!
"Little Fang, I don’t know how far you’ve gotten now, but charge ahead freely. Leave the rear to me—none of them will make it up here!"
Chen Yi’s gaze turned profound as he watched Black Earth crawling painfully up the mountainside, along with several other immortals who had swiftly reached the second stage—likely carrying the will of the Infinite. A bold idea gradually took shape in his mind!
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