Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme

Chapter 532: Chapter 323: Refining and Killing_2

To know that an ordinary Integration would grant one no more than ten thousand years of life, yet he, with his Primordial Spirit body, had remained indestructible for ten thousand years, demonstrated his strength. Not to mention undergoing Deity Transformation and Returning to Void, even among those who had reached Integration, very few in the world could match him in a contest of Primordial Spirits.

With that in mind, what is there to fear?

Even if it were a battle of attrition, he could grind his opponent down until death…

“Ha!”

Inside the Frost Ice Cave Abode, Xu Yang opened his eyes, let out a light laugh, and then rose to his feet, breaking through space and vanishing.

Within his Divine Soul, in the sea of consciousness, a battle of attrition was unfolding.

Yet such intensity was indeed minimal, which is why this Deity Transformation was still capable of controlling the Mecha and maneuvering White Jade Immortal City.

The Mana of the Immortal City and the operation of the Mecha unleashed the Great Five Elements Escape Skills, directly breaking through space and shifting locations.

In this manner, thousands of miles passed in an instant.

He left the northern borders and returned to the Southern Sea, arriving at a place shrouded in clouds and mist.

This was the secret location of Mirage Dragon Abyss in the Southern Sea, said to have been formed following the demise of an ancient exotic species, the “Mirage Dragon.”

The dragon has nine offspring, one of which, when small is called a clam and when large, a mirage; both are shell-bearing creatures. The great ones pull their shells to become dragons, hence the Mirage Dragon, capable of many transformations—very strange—able to enlarge or shrink, to hide or reveal, swallowing clouds and exhaling mist, all creating illusory landscapes.

The Mirage Dragon Abyss was formed after the collapse of the Mirage Dragon, its Corpse Body merging with the terrain, covered in clouds and mist all year round, making it difficult to distinguish directions. There’s even Mirage Dragon qi integrated into the mist, creating various illusionary realms. Every year, many Cultivators stray into it and get trapped until death, leaving behind their belongings. Over time, it has become a secret realm, attracting powerful Cultivators to seek adventure and sometimes achieve impressive gains.

Arriving at the scene, Xu Yang descended, dispersing the clouds and vapor; the illusions vanished instantly, revealing a radiant Spirit Island with numerous protective formations. However, they were all opened at this moment. Incense smoke curled around, and rows of incense offering tables lined up like dragons in front of each household. In the center of the island stood a Nine Ceremony High Altar reaching to the heavens.

Xu Yang descended, disengaged from the mech body, reconstituted White Jade Immortal City, and stood majestically in the sky, enjoying the incense offerings and the Luotian Dajiao rituals.

Battle of attrition?

Then let there be a battle of attrition!

Can you outlast one man, let alone a billion?

Even if you could, for Xu Yang, it would be but a minor inconvenience, merely a Deity Transformation perishing.

Possession?

Possess what?

The vessel for his incarnation was not ordinary flesh and blood, but a Mecha composed of a billion Magic Artifacts, the Immortal Spirit Mech Armor.

How to possess?

Even if Feng Chaoyang managed to destroy that incarnation, he would not be able to control the White Jade Immortal City, let alone pilot the Immortal Spirit Mech Armor away. He would still end up trapped in the White Jade Capital, subdued by the Power of the Five Elements.

After all, he did not understand the “Heavenly Crafts Natural Creation Skill” and simply could not govern the myriad artifacts nor pilot the Mech Armor.

It could be said that from the very beginning, he had no chance of winning because Xu Yang never gave himself the chance to lose.

In such a manner…

One year and four months, four hundred and ninety days have passed.

Inside White Jade Capital, within the Kylin Palace, a man sat dignified upon the clouds, his body flashing with golden light, indeed Xu Yang’s incarnation, his Daoism splitting into a Yang God.

Though an incarnation, it was still himself. Here in the Immortal City, he enjoyed the Earth Deity Law and the protection of incense offered by millions.

Until now, Xu Yang had mastered many Skill Characteristics, but not many could affect the Divine Soul, fortunately, all of them were of high quality. This included Daoist skills like “Daoist Celestial Master” and “Pure Yang God,” Earth Deity skills like “Worship by Millions” and “Pure Yang Golden Body,” and life skills like calming and nurturing the soul, among others.

All these could effectively enhance the Divine Soul. If performed in an Earth Deity’s Spirit Land, conducting a Luotian Dajiao, employing Daoist Divine Powers, and inviting ancestral Divine Spirits, then the strength of the Divine Soul could be raised to an unsurpassable level.

At home ground, his methods were too many to count, having the advantage of time, terrain, and harmony. Not just a dead ghost left with only a Primordial Spirit, but even a living Righteous Path Integration, an Immortal Sect Great Power, he had the confidence to fight.

So…

“Bang!!!”

Within the Divine Soul, inside the sea of consciousness.

A loud blast, a roar ensued.

After enduring one year and four months, and passing seventy-seven layers of heaven, the Immortal Sect Saint Heir, an Integration Great Power, finally reached his last moments.

The Five Elements shattered, reincarnation broke apart, and a vague and extraordinary figure emerged, pale and utterly terrified.

“How is this possible?”

“How is this possible!”

“How is this possible!!!”

Three successive cries, each more desperate than the last, yet still unable to fully express the horror in his heart, the panic in his soul.

“Roar!!!”

However, his opponent was ruthless and merciless. With another roar, the winds and clouds in the sky suddenly shifted, and a figure came charging forward.

The Ancient Green Bull, with its majestic horns, festooned with five-colored lights and empowered by thunder, pulling the firmament, transformed into the shape of a plow, and ferociously struck Feng Chaoyang who was unprepared.

Having endured countless cycles of refining and killing, Feng Chaoyang, already worn to the point of exhaustion, had no time to react or even resist the onrushing Green Bull and was sent tumbling to the ground.

After falling, he was first trampled by its hooves and then subjected to the force of the Heavenly Plow, which went back and forth over his body and soul, grinding and plowing relentlessly.

With one plow, his Primordial Spirit split; with two, his soul scattered; with three, his will was extinguished; with four, his life hung by a thread…

“Ah!!!”

Plow after plow, grind after grind, Feng Chaoyang lay on the ground, trampled by the Green Bull, assailed by thunderous plows, writhing in agony, unable to break free or move.

Pain, agony, more pain!

Misery upon misery!

At last…

“Ah!!!”

With one final scream, as the Green Bull’s plow passed over him, his Integration body and Innate Primordial Spirit ultimately shattered, dispersing into specks of light, vanishing into the cosmos.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om