Immortal Travel of Longevity

After watching for a long while, Chen Changsheng finally found this somewhat interesting.

This dharma body possessed profound Dao Cultivation, but what appeared before him now was ultimately just a dharma body engraved into a Talisman.

Rather than a dharma body, it was more like a Divine Ability carved into a Talisman.

This Divine Ability did not belong to the Sect Master True Man.

Furthermore, this Divine Ability was clearly aimed at taking Chen Changsheng's life.

More than that, it was meant to be a surprise attack.

Before Chen Changsheng could even make a move, an Immortal Sword materialized.

"Hum."

The sword hummed!

The mountain plunged into sudden silence.

One finger, one sword.

They collided right before his eyes.

An explosive crack of thunder seemed to tear through the air, striking fear into the heart.

The booming shockwave rolled across hundreds of li, startling the commoners in the surrounding Market Towns and leaving them terrified and bewildered.

The sweeping shockwaves tore outward with devastating force.

Caught in the blast, the Sect Master True Man staggered back several steps, his robes left slightly disheveled.

The trees behind him snapped and crashed to the ground with a deafening rumble.

Even the very mountain beneath their feet trembled.

It was as if an earth dragon were turning over underground.

He must be dead...

The Sect Master True Man thought.

He was a decisive man. Either both sides took a step back, or he would completely uproot the problem to prevent any future troubles. He would show no mercy.

Priest Sanyuan was absolutely dumbfounded by the sight.

Fortunately, he managed to stabilize his footing in time, bracing himself against a large tree so he wouldn't be blown away.

However, when the dust settled...

...the outcome defied all expectations.

Mister Qingshan was completely unharmed; the only difference from before was the Immortal Sword now hovering by his side.

The Immortal Sword was terrifyingly sharp, radiating an abundant, unparalleled Sword Intent.

When the Sect Master True Man saw Chen Changsheng standing there entirely unharmed, the veins on his forehead instantly bulged.

Compared to his previously calm and graceful demeanor, he erupted with sudden ferocity, acting like a cornered thug who had completely lost his mind.

"I cannot let you live!"

As he raised his hand, thick storm clouds gathered overhead, blotting out the sun.

Their sheer intensity was in no way inferior to the Thunder Art he had summoned moments ago.

"Sect Master True Man..."

Daoist Sanyuan froze, suddenly seized by a terrible premonition.

He looked around, feeling as if he were caught in a hallucination.

The mountain trembled beneath his feet, and shadowy figures began to stagger out from the woods—countless corpse puppets.

A dense stench of death and rotting corpses enveloped the entirety of Quanshan.

In an instant, the world seemed to turn a bloody red. That crimson hue stained the trees, soaked the earth, and bled into the mountain streams.

In a daze, it felt as though a purgatory had manifested in the Mortal World.

Daoist Sanyuan swallowed hard, an overwhelming urge to flee suddenly sprouting in his mind.

The Quanshan Disciples came rushing over, but before they could even meet with their Sect Master and elders, they were greeted by this infernal sight.

Witnessing such a drastic change to Quanshan and watching the endless stream of corpse puppets emerging from the woods, even these very cultivators who specialized in refining corpse puppets felt their scalps tingle with fear.

"What... is this..."

Some were so frightened their knees gave out, and they collapsed onto the dirt.

Since when did the mountain hold corpse puppets like these?

The crowd was bewildered, but more than that, they were utterly terrified.

Had these corpse puppets been in the mountain this whole time? Why had they never seen them before? There were so incredibly many of them that if they were gathered together, they would probably form half a mountain.

The overpowering stench of decay washing over them instantly soured Lihua's expression.

"It reeks, Chen the Good Man, it reeks..." Lihua said.

Chen Changsheng patted its head to soothe it.

Ahead of them, the Sect Master True Man raised two fingers and declared, "I call upon the General!"

The moment his words fell...

...a massive figure abruptly rose from within the mountain.

It stood several zhang tall, clad in heavy armor and wielding a Broadsword. A blood-red hue, condensed from pure baleful energy, radiated from its body, and its eyes burned with overwhelming murderous intent.

Ancient runes were carved across its face, its back, and its hands. Three different spots on its shoulders were sealed with suppressing Talismans.

This was no corpse puppet—it was a Stiff Puppet!

A corpse was a corpse, and a stiff was a stiff. The difference was that the former was a completely dead object, while the latter was an entity suspended between life and death. Stiffs absorbed the essence of moonlight and fed on yin energy, baleful energy, ghost energy, and death energy...

They were beings of ultimate yin and ultimate wickedness.

And the Stiff Puppet before them was even more extraordinary; its baleful energy had become visible to the naked eye.

"Rustle... rustle..."

The mountain trembled.

With the emergence of that Stiff Puppet, the gloom in the sky suddenly took on a blood-red tint.

The sight reminded Chen Changsheng of what he had seen in the Demon Domain back then—the blood moon, the sea of blood, the crimson mountains, and the Demon Sword...

Suddenly, the Sect Master True Man sliced open his own palm.

A spray of vibrant blood flew through the air as he flung his hand outward.

The blood splattered onto the Stiff Puppet, sizzling upon contact, but it completely ignited the corpse puppet's boundless desires—an insatiable lust for slaughter.

The Sect Master True Man looked at Daoist Sanyuan and said, "Why haven't you scrammed yet?"

Daoist Sanyuan snapped to his senses and instantly fled.

"All disciples! Leave immediately!"

The Quanshan Disciples and elders immediately scrambled down the mountain, not daring to delay for a moment.

The corpse puppet suddenly lifted its foot.

"Boom!"

The earth quaked.

The mountain ridges sank.

The corpse puppets buried deep underground burst to the surface.

Ten, a hundred, a thousand...

In an instant, the entirety of Quanshan seemed to transform into a blood-soaked battlefield as boundless baleful energy washed over everything.

The mountain streams turned completely red, like pure blood. Trees toppled over, and dead leaves fluttered into the air.

A rustling sound filled their ears.

Following close behind was a suffocating gloom as thick clouds shrouded the sky.

Chen Changsheng raised his head and gazed upward, seeing that the heavenly lightning had already gathered.

The thunder tribulation was brewing in the heavens, looking as though it could crash down at any moment.

A Stiff Puppet like this should not exist in the Mortal World!

However, it would still take some time before the thunder tribulation fully formed.

A wicked smile twisted the corners of the Sect Master True Man's mouth. He looked at the Stiff Puppet and said, "Flesh and blood are right before you. Will you not feast?"

As his words fell, the countless corpse puppets surged toward Chen Changsheng.

Meanwhile, the baleful-energy Stiff Puppet seemed to hesitate for a split second.

But in the next moment, it abruptly swung its Long Saber, slashing toward Chen Changsheng.

"Clang!"

This slash was blocked by the Listening Rain Sword.

Chen Changsheng furrowed his brow slightly, wondering just what kind of background this Stiff Puppet had.

The path of the stiff had long since been lost to the river of time. The fact that something like this had survived until the present day genuinely surprised Chen Changsheng.

Furthermore, judging by this stiff corpse's baleful energy and imposing presence, he must have been a commanding general in his past life. More than that, he clearly hadn't been an ordinary general—the troops he led might not have even been mortals!

Countless horrifying howls rang out from the swarming horde before him.

Faced with this purgatory-like scene, even Lihua felt a twinge of fear and shrank back, hiding behind the nape of Chen Changsheng's neck.

Chen Changsheng raised his hand and grasped the Listening Rain Sword.

"Let's clear out these corpse puppets first."

The snow of the frigid mountains was drawn into the blade.

The passing years and the biting chill of the snow surged from the sword, manifesting in a brilliant flash!

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