Immortal Travel of Longevity

A flash of sword light swept past, sending heads flying into the air.

The ancient character runes shattered, and with a single strike of the sword, hundreds of corpse puppets collapsed.

Then, a general several zhang tall strode forward, wielding a Broadsword.

His crimson eyes locked onto Chen Changsheng.

When longsword and Broadsword clashed, the resulting shockwave blew the surrounding corpse puppets away, blasting a large crater into the ground between them.

Chen Changsheng gripped his sword, holding the general back.

He looked into those crimson eyes and suddenly frowned.

The general seemed to sense his gaze.

A moment later.

Chen Changsheng's heart skipped a beat. Within those eyes, he saw boundless killing intent—an intent forged through countless campaigns of slaughter—but there was something else hidden in that gaze.

Unwillingness, humiliation, helplessness, and a silent agony.

The Talismans on his shoulders and the ancient characters etched into his body were all suppressing him.

Once, he had wielded a blade of his own, but now he had become a blade in the hands of another.

Chen Changsheng snapped back to reality. He raised his left hand, pressing his index and middle fingers together.

"Edict!"

"Golden Light Incantation, exorcise demons and slay evil!"

The power of heaven and earth descended, merging into his sword and releasing a sudden burst of brilliant light.

The general withdrew his Broadsword and took a half step back. Then, he raised the weapon high and brought it crashing down toward Chen Changsheng.

"Clang!"

Sparks flew in all directions, and the blade of the sword trembled slightly.

The general spun around, using the momentum of his core to swing the Broadsword once more. This time, the force behind the blow was even greater.

As he raised the blade to its peak, a fatal opening appeared across his torso and throat.

Seizing the opportunity, Chen Changsheng thrust his sword forward.

The sword light flashed like a rainbow, piercing straight toward the general's throat.

But an instant later, a sharp metallic ring startled Chen Changsheng.

Though his sword struck its mark, it failed to leave even a scratch. The general's skin gave off a metallic luster, accompanied by a faint, eerie glow.

Sparks simply scattered as the blade scraped against him.

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng hastily drew back his sword to block.

"Clang!"

Another heavy strike crashed down.

Chen Changsheng firmly caught the blow, using its momentum to slide two steps backward.

The Sect Master True Man watched the man in the azure shirt being forced into a steady retreat, and a sigh of relief finally swept through his heart.

However, that was merely what he believed.

Chen Changsheng's gaze swept back and forth across the general, examining the Talismans and the ancient characters.

The Talismans sealed away the general's three souls, while the ancient characters acted as the puppet's control mechanism. It was similar to a corpse puppet, but on a vastly different level.

The characters on his body had not been drawn with ordinary ink; they had been carved with extraordinary Magical Power. A golden light could be seen swirling continuously over the strokes.

Lihua had already hidden far away.

It watched the battle unfold, its heart filled with worry.

It looked up at the sky, wanting to summon a Thunder Art to help.

Unfortunately, it could no longer summon it.

A thunder tribulation was brewing in the sky above. It was fully formed and looked as though it could strike at any second.

The Sect Master True Man was also watching this scene.

Once the thunder tribulation fell, it would mark this man's death!

As Chen Changsheng fiercely exchanged blows with the general, the surrounding corpse puppets surged forward to harass him.

Lihua panicked.

"What do I do, what do I do..."

Lihua looked left and right, opening its mouth but entirely unable to think of a solution.

But the moment it turned its head...

A figure suddenly materialized in front of it.

It looked exactly like itself—it was a Tabby Cat.

Lihua stared at the identical cat standing before it in stunned disbelief. "You're here again! Quick, you have to help Chen the Good Man."

The cat turned to look at Lihua, then glanced over at Chen Changsheng.

It simply shook its head, making no move to help.

Lihua caught a flash of disgust in its eyes and froze. "Why? You don't seem to like Chen the Good Man."

The cat offered no explanation, but its silence was as good as an admission.

Lihua finally understood. This figure had emerged from its own body, yet they were not the same being.

Drawn by the cat's presence, the corpse puppets immediately lunged toward them.

The cat in front merely raised its paw and lightly pressed it against the ground.

"Thump..."

A shockwave erupted, and the ground ahead suddenly rolled upward like a crashing wave.

Countless corpse puppets were shattered by the blast, their pieces smashing into the ground in every direction.

Lihua stared blankly at the destruction, utterly dazed.

Chen Changsheng remained deadlocked with the general.

Yet throughout their clash, Chen Changsheng never once took the offensive. He focused entirely on blocking, as if he were holding back.

The general fought furiously against him.

His swings with the Broadsword were wide and wild, constantly exposing fatal flaws, but because of his impenetrable body, Chen Changsheng's sword could not harm him.

His blade technique was reckless, fighting as if trading life for life.

Put simply, this general seemed to be begging for death.

This revelation took Chen Changsheng by surprise.

"He really is conscious, isn't he?"

Chen Changsheng finally understood.

But having consciousness was one thing; being able to control his own body was another matter entirely.

He had been turned into a puppet. He had long since lost control of himself, forced to exist at the whim of another and serve as their blade.

Furthermore, during their exchange, Chen Changsheng had noticed that the general's armor and attire were ancient. If he had to guess, they likely dated back a thousand years.

It was clear that he was a true ancient corpse puppet.

"Clang!"

The Broadsword and the longsword locked against each other once more.

Chen Changsheng locked eyes with the general.

"General, do you need This Chen to lend you a hand?" Chen Changsheng asked.

A faint ripple of emotion flickered within those crimson eyes.

At the same time, the pressure from the Broadsword in the general's hands eased slightly.

But this respite did not last long. Within a single breath, the crushing force returned.

Chen Changsheng sensed the minute shift. Which meant...

Although the general was a puppet, he could still wrestle brief moments of control over his own body.

With that, Chen Changsheng completely made up his mind.

The Sect Master True Man stared intently at the battlefield. When he looked up to the sky once more—

The thunderclouds were dense. The Heavenly Tribulation was here!

"Rumble!"

A muffled crack of thunder echoed through the air, catching Chen Changsheng's attention.

Chen Changsheng's eyes lit up. This Heavenly Tribulation had arrived at the perfect time.

A sudden flash of light filled his vision.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar shattered the sky.

The Heavenly Tribulation crashed down, striking straight toward Quanshan.

"Ah!!!"

Beneath the Heavenly Tribulation, countless ghosts and demons were instantly vaporized, and the corpse puppets on the mountain were reduced to ashes.

Yet the core of this Heavenly Tribulation was aimed directly at the general.

Chen Changsheng looked at the general and said, "The Formation Core of your ancient characters should be on your spine, two inches from your heart."

The general clearly stiffened.

An instant later, he watched Chen Changsheng suddenly leap backward.

He should have charged forward to pursue him and resume the slaughter.

But in that split second, he hesitated.

His massive frame froze as he looked up toward the sky.

The Sect Master True Man frowned slightly, suddenly swept by a sense of dread.

A guttural roar ripped from the general's throat.

He forcefully shifted his stance half an inch to the side.

"Crack!"

The Heavenly Tribulation struck down, landing with flawless precision exactly two inches from his heart.

As the Heavenly Tribulation blasted into him...

The ancient characters carved into his flesh suddenly ignited, revealing a complete, glowing runic formation that spiraled around and covered his entire body.

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