In an instant, eighty Golden Immortal clansmen were lost, dealing a devastating blow to the already dwindling population of the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan!
Truth be told, the energy fluctuations emitted by the Chaos-Colored Pearl weren’t particularly strong. If not for the Seal of Spirit-Severance suppressing their magic, any single Golden Immortal could have easily subdued it.
But the crux of the matter was—without access to magic or divine abilities, relying solely on their basic physical strength, how could they possibly resist a pearl capable of freely unleashing spells?
Indeed, this trial was far from simple. A Chaos Supreme Treasure wasn’t so easily obtained!
Feng Jinhuang’s face darkened as if it could drip with fury. She spread her arms like a mother hen, shielding her clansmen behind her, wary of another sneak attack from the Chaos-Colored Pearl.
Meanwhile, the five ancient clans on the mountainside slowly drew closer, attempting to form a larger defensive perimeter against the unknown threat.
Seeing this, Feng Jinhuang tried to pull her clansmen toward them to join forces.
But the Yin-Yang Daoist, the Great Luo Ancestor of the Green Lotus Ancient Clan, sharply refused: "Don’t come any closer! That mysterious pearl’s attacks are targeting you. Don’t try to shift the disaster onto us!"
The other four Great Luo Ancestors of the ancient clans watched her with equal indifference.
As the saying goes, where there are treasures, there are guardians. Without paying a price, how could one claim such a prize?
Did they expect their own clansmen to be the sacrificial offerings?
Don’t be ridiculous—better others die than oneself. The slowest would be the first to fall!
Earlier, in the Spirit Treasure Paradise, they had all been brothers in joy, feasting on sweet rewards.
But now, in the Five Elements Mountain Range, the stick had come down—they were merely surface-level allies, nothing more.
"Fine, fine, fine! Instead of uniting against a common enemy, you’d rather fight among yourselves? Do you really think sacrificing my clan alone will bring you safety?!"
Feng Jinhuang laughed in extreme anger, her beautiful eyes blazing as she glared at the five Great Luo Ancestors.
The Yin-Yang Daoist replied coldly, "I advise you to save your breath. If that mysterious pearl gets its fill, maybe a few of your clansmen will survive."
Feng Jinhuang gave him a deep look but said nothing more. Silently, she turned and led her clansmen into a mining pit they had dug earlier.
Meanwhile, within the barrier space formed by the eighty Chaos-Colored Pearls...
After observing for a long time, Chen Yi finally noticed something unusual.
That Yin-Yang Daoist... seemed a bit too erratic?
Could the will of Wuji be possessing him?
"Tricky..."
"If Wuji hasn’t shown itself yet, is it trying to ambush me?"
"If it’s planning an ambush, it wouldn’t possess a Golden Immortal. A Taiyi might be possible, but to unleash enough power, only a Great Luo would be the optimal choice!"
"There’s no reason for it to skip a Great Luo and settle for a Taiyi or Golden Immortal. After all, even when it possessed that little golden dragon with a complete ancestral artifact, I still outmaneuvered it. If it possessed a Taiyi, it wouldn’t stand a chance against me—let alone a Golden Immortal!"
"So, there’s over a ninety percent chance Wuji’s will is hiding among the six Great Luo. A Taiyi retains a slim possibility, while Golden Immortals should be safe. I can act, but cautiously."
After rigorous deduction, Chen Yi finally made his move against the eighty Golden Immortals of the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan.
Under normal circumstances, without fusing a Three-Star Chaos Avatar, he wouldn’t stand a chance against a Golden Immortal, let alone eighty of them. Whether early-stage or mid-to-late-stage, suppressing eighty Golden Immortals would require at least eighty Three-Star Chaos Avatars!
Eighty Three-Star Chaos Avatars—that’s seven hundred and twenty One-Star basic avatars! Even if he drained himself dry, he couldn’t produce that many!
But that was just theoretical. In practice, fusing nine Three-Star Avatars into a Five-Star would easily subdue these eighty Golden Immortals!
And more realistically, these eighty Golden Immortals had willingly donned the Seal of Spirit-Severance to enter the Five Elements Mountain, sealing their magic and rendering their abilities useless. With only their frail Golden Immortal physiques, how could they resist Chen Yi, who wasn’t bound by the seal?
To put it bluntly, a One-Star Avatar swinging a halberd with full force could deliver a strike powerful enough to obliterate a Golden Immortal’s physical defenses!
Of course, Chen Yi wasn’t so ruthless. He merely knocked out all eighty Golden Immortals of the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan.
After all, these were premium-grade "materials"—too valuable to waste. Taking them back to the Ziwei Immortal Realm to fill in the variables was the proper way to use them!
Speaking of which, the Ziwei Heavenly Dao was already preparing to ascend to the Celestial Immortal rank. The "materials" that had "ascended" from the Divine Land Continent had already been exhausted, all reincarnated for a fresh start, leaving an urgent need for such high-quality replacements.
It wasn’t like they could just throw the Heavenly Officials into the variables again, right?
After painstakingly training a group of seasoned administrators, losing even one would be an unbearable blow!
The Ziwei Immortal Realm had long shed its early chaotic struggles and was now operating smoothly. Even the once-troublesome Matchmaking Department no longer dared to target Heavenly Officials—especially Bai Yujing, the longest-serving direct-attached immortal.
That scoundrel, notorious for his misdeeds, had incited such public outrage that he was democratically voted out of office during the first Immortal Court Congress. However, due to the unique nature of his position, he retained his rank and was exiled to serve as a river god in some remote tributary, where he nearly died of boredom.
But enough digressions—back to the main topic.
These eighty Golden Immortals were precious. While the Immortal Realm might not prioritize them given its vast resources, the Ziwei Immortal Realm was in desperate need!
Though the Ziwei Immortal Realm’s rank wasn’t yet high, Golden Immortals were resilient enough to shoulder variables that Ziwei natives couldn’t handle—variables the Ziwei Immortal Court wouldn’t dare touch, they would!
In short, they’d bear what the Ziwei Immortal Court could bear, and they’d bear what it couldn’t!
Golden Immortal bodies—premium-grade materials!
That was Chen Yi’s justification for his underhanded tactics.
"Thank you, Wuji, for delivering so many treasures. I won’t hold back!"
Chen Yi smirked and immediately began inspecting the bodies of the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan’s Golden Immortals.
"Ah~ So itchy... something’s touching my body..."
"Goosebumps all over... damn it, wake up! Why can I feel the changes but can’t control my body?!"
"Oh~ I think I just shivered... what the hell is that thing doing to me?!"
"No, no, NO!!!"
The Golden Immortals of the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan weren’t actually unconscious!
They had merely been struck by a mysterious will, causing their consciousness to invert, their souls to flip, rendering them unable to control their bodies or resist—forced to endure silently...
The physical discomfort soon faded, but the mysterious pearl clearly wasn’t satisfied. It began forcibly invading their consciousness!
The eighty Golden Immortals’ suspended hearts... seemed a little too dead now.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
