Immortal Travel of Longevity

The ancient characters shone brilliantly on the general's body, their glowing lines weaving together to cage him like a luminous net.

Beneath the strike of the heavenly thunder, however, the net seemed to take a heavy hit. It was faint, but a single thread within the web appeared to snap.

"Raaargh!"

The general roared hoarsely.

Blinding lightning flashed between heaven and earth.

He seemed to be struggling. His massive frame trembled violently, and the Broadsword in his grip rattled without pause.

Seeing this, Sect Master True Man sensed something was wrong and immediately raised his hand.

"Insolent!"

Sect Master True Man barked. As he lifted his hand, a crushing aura swept forward.

The golden light covering the general suddenly flared.

Boom!

In an instant, the general was forced into a hunch. The sheer pressure crushed the earth beneath his feet, forming two deep craters.

The fragile shred of clarity he had managed to retain in his gaze rapidly dissolved beneath that oppressive might.

Right at that moment.

Mister Qingshan raised his sword and slashed toward Sect Master True Man a short distance away.

A sudden chill ran down Sect Master True Man's spine.

At the critical second, he summoned his Magical Power to block the strike.

A Dharma Instrument shattered into pieces under the blow, but it managed to block the strike for him.

Chen Changsheng asked coldly, "Did This Chen allow you to interfere?"

"You!"

Sect Master True Man froze, a trace of genuine fear welling up in his heart.

This person...

Had he been hiding his true strength all along?

That single sword strike just now had filled him with absolute terror.

It had seemed like a casual swing, but without that Dharma Instrument, his head would be rolling on the ground right now.

Arrogance!

Such utter arrogance!

It was as if this man had treated everything like a game from the very beginning. He just wanted to watch; he just wanted to see what kind of methods Quanshan had up its sleeve.

And the truth was, that was exactly what Chen Changsheng had been thinking.

He had been holding back the entire time, partly out of curiosity, and partly because he simply found it entertaining—after all, it had been a long time since he last fought.

With Sect Master True Man's restriction gone, The general's bent spine straightened once more.

Hum.

The ancient characters on his body continuously bore down on him, trying to trap him and prevent him from breaking free.

Rumble!

A deafening roar resounded through the air.

Another bolt of Heavenly Tribulation descended.

The thunder tribulation swept downward with an ear-splitting crack.

The surrounding corpse puppets were instantly engulfed by this Heavenly Tribulation. They were reduced to ash, scattering into nothingness on the howling wind.

Quanshan welcomed a baptism.

All the yin energy, corpse aura, and death energy...

The foul miasma was wiped completely clean beneath the Heavenly Tribulation. The terrible stench in the surroundings turned into a faint burnt scent, slowly blown away by the heavy gales. The breeze that followed finally carried a refreshing crispness.

"Raaargh!"

The general's body buckled, and that bolt of thunder tribulation struck dead center, landing exactly two inches from his heart.

Snap...

The sound of a tearing net echoed in their ears.

The golden glow of the ancient characters across his body visibly dimmed in several places.

But the general had also suffered heavy injuries under this Heavenly Tribulation. Various parts of his body had been scorched black by the lightning, emitting tendrils of white smoke. He fell to one knee, keeping himself upright entirely by leaning on his Broadsword.

Watching this scene unfold, Sect Master True Man knew things were taking a turn for the worse.

Meanwhile, Chen Changsheng kept his gaze locked entirely on the general, silently observing the ancient characters.

Sect Master True Man's heart skipped a beat, and the urge to flee began to sprout in his mind.

Now was the perfect chance.

He wanted to cast an Escape Art. Raising his hand, he prepared to take flight and escape.

But just as he formed the hand seals, he shockingly realized that his technique could not be cast.

"What's going on..."

Utterly bewildered, Sect Master True Man snapped his gaze back to Chen Changsheng.

Before he could even react.

Shing!

A sword was already pressed against his throat.

Terrified, Sect Master True Man stumbled back two steps, but the Immortal Sword followed relentlessly, staying pressed right against his neck.

His body ran cold as absolute dread seized his mind.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his back was completely soaked.

"Sword... Immortal..."

Sect Master True Man squeezed the words out syllable by syllable.

It was at this moment that he finally realized he was completely finished.

The person standing before him was no nameless nobody of the Cultivation World, but a bona fide, almighty Sword Immortal.

Chen Changsheng didn't say a single word; he just watched quietly.

When the second bolt of Heavenly Tribulation fell, the ancient characters on the general's body dimmed by more than half.

The general panted heavily, as if making his final adjustments.

His gaze turned toward Chen Changsheng.

He looked as though he had endless words to say.

Sect Master True Man swallowed hard and said, "If you let this ancient zombie break free of its bindings, countless people will suffer for it!"

Chen Changsheng shifted his gaze to the general and asked, "Is that true?"

The general stared back at Chen Changsheng. He seemed desperate to explain himself.

But under the suppression of those ancient characters, he could only force out a single, hoarse word: "No... no..."

He seemed to have thousands of words to speak, but the only thing he could articulate was that one denial.

Only he himself could truly understand such miserable despair.

Chen Changsheng looked back at Sect Master True Man and smiled. "Did you hear that? He said that's not the case."

Sect Master True Man's face twisted in panic. He sputtered, "That is an ancient zombie, an ancient zombie! It is the pinnacle of yin and pure evil, neither alive nor dead! You actually want to tame such a monster?! You've gone mad!"

He was still speaking.

Shing.

The Immortal Sword suddenly shifted, pressing a fraction closer to his throat.

A minuscule line of blood appeared on his neck. Fortunately, the cut wasn't deep enough to take his life, but it froze him completely in place. With margins this thin, he feared he really would die if he dared make the slightest move.

Chen Changsheng nodded slightly. When he looked up, he saw that the final bolt of Heavenly Tribulation had finished gathering.

And at that moment, the half-kneeling general forced himself to his feet.

He looked incredibly strained. The ancient characters were still entangled around him, refusing to let him go.

"Raaargh!"

Another roar tore from the general's throat.

It was unyielding defiance. That, and the loneliness and agony endured over endless years—all of it supported him as he finally stood tall.

In a split second, the Heavenly Tribulation struck.

It was as if the most radiant flower in the world had blossomed upon this spot.

Sect Master True Man squeezed his eyes shut.

Boom!

Thunder crashed.

Under this bolt of Heavenly Tribulation, whatever faint foulness remained across Quanshan was completely washed away.

Following that, a torrential downpour cascaded from the heavens.

From the mud, a sprout of vibrant green pushed its way out.

A massive figure collapsed to the ground, splashing rainwater in all directions.

The ancient characters completely faded. Like fragile glass, they shattered all at once.

The ancient characters that had bound him for countless years were finally broken.

His last ounce of strength faded away, but a profound sense of liberation rippled through his heart. Though he had collapsed, he felt an unprecedented, absolute freedom.

With all the corpse puppets completely erased by the Heavenly Tribulation, the flora flourished, and the Spiritual Energy rapidly climbed in the wake of the lightning.

Quanshan had been reborn.

With the Immortal Sword held to his throat, Sect Master True Man's expression shifted from a dark scowl to sheer terror.

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