Outside Thousand Fish City, a large group of Longevity Sect disciples adorned in heavy armor and wielding sharp blades marched in an orderly fashion.
In the Longevity Sect, there were many handsome men and beautiful women. Even the sect's warriors were mostly tall and imposing young men. Moreover, all the warriors were carefully selected, with similar heights, physiques, and even facial features. With their neat and uniform armor and weapons, they presented an excellent appearance, like a meticulously maintained fruit stall, pleasing to the eye.
Twelve old men and twelve old women, a total of twenty-four high-ranking experts of the Longevity Sect, floated down from the wooden boat. Blood surged through their bodies, and each person was emitting a glow like a small light bulb. This was a phenomenon caused by an excess of vitality that their bodies could not contain.
The twenty-four experts formed a straight line, with hundreds of handsome men and beautiful women standing behind them, followed by a neatly arranged group of nearly ten thousand elite soldiers.
After this huge and formidable Longevity Sect army formed their battle formation, the twenty-four elderly men and women turned around and bowed deeply towards a nearly two-hundred-meter-long black wooden boat in the center.
"Vice Sect Master, please come forward!"
Hundreds of young men and women and nearly ten thousand elite soldiers shouted in unison, "Vice Sect Master, please come forward."
The face of the Mist Blade Commander turned extremely ugly, and he instinctively took a few steps back. The wound on his left arm that had been severed by Wu Tie shattered again, and fresh blood dripped down.
"Hmph."
A cold snort sounded, like a haunting melody, and a terrible shock wave resonated within the minds of all the Mist Blade members present. The continuous sound waves shook their bodies, causing them all to spit out blood. Previously, they had already been scattered and heavily injured by the arrows shot from Wu Tie's arm.
This cold snort had tremendous power, and more than half of the Mist Blade assassins present were shaken to death. Only about a hundred lucky ones, who were the strongest among them, managed to barely stabilize their bodies, but each one was in a sorry state and continuously coughing up blood.
A burly old man wearing a blood-colored robe, followed by dozens of beautiful young girls, slowly stepped forward from the largest wooden boat in the center. He glanced at the Mist Blade Commander with a gloomy face and said, "Mist Blade... Commander? Very good, very courageous... It has been many years since my Longevity Sect has suffered such a setback."
"An outpost destroyed without leaving a trace? Excellent, excellent, excellent. Although the four of them, Red Granny and her group, are well known as trash in the sect, they were sent to this remote and desolate place for a reason."
"But even if they are trash... no, even if they are useless dogs, as long as they are dogs of our Longevity Sect, only our sect can kill them. It's not up to anyone else to teach them a lesson."
With a sigh, the burly old man's blood mist spread from behind him, and within the mist, a huge sunflower-like figure faintly appeared, numerous strange tentacles quietly emerging from behind the large petals of the sunflower.
"Have you decided how you want to die? I am Jia Zhengfeng, the third deputy sect master of the Longevity Sect... I will fulfill your final request before you die."
Jia Zhengfeng smiled heavily, and then a light breeze blew in. A wisp of blood mist enveloped a faint figure that landed in his hand like a flash of lightning.
Jia Zhengfeng was stunned, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.
"Go and investigate... how could the children I dispatched to block all the passages to Thousand Fish City be killed?"
"This is the lifeblood mark of Sparrow Slave... Something happened to Sparrow Slave... Damn it."
Jia Zhengfeng roared angrily, and dozens of thick black tentacles suddenly extended from the blood mist behind him, emitting a piercing whistling sound as they entangled the Mist Blade Commander.
The Mist Blade Commander hesitated for a moment. His body flickered, becoming transparent, and then quickly merged into the air, disappearing without a trace.
Dozens of seemingly illusory tentacles entangled the remaining three Mist Blade experts. Just in the blink of an eye, the three experts at the Revered Tower Realm screamed and were sucked dry by the tentacles, turning into dry corpses.
Jia Zhengfeng's complexion became much healthier, almost to the point where blood plasma could drip out from his pores. He let out a deep laugh and said, "Run, run! Let me see where you can run to."
"Cang Yan Domain is your foundation. Can you escape from Cang Yan Domain?"
"Since I have come personally this time, I will naturally subdue the entire Cang Yan Domain... Those who submit to me shall live, and those who defy me... I happen to be on the verge of a breakthrough, I will use them as my nourishment."
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In the dim light of the abandoned mine, Wu Tie raced forward with the half-destroyed head of Lao Tie in his arms.
Tears streamed down his face as he ran, not knowing how long he had been running or where he had ended up. Finally, he crashed into a support pillar in the mine tunnel, smashing the two-foot-thick pillar to pieces before collapsing to the ground.
This was a mining chamber that could accommodate two to three hundred people for rest. Some miners had planted some luminous moss in the corner. The mine had been abandoned for a long time, and the growth of the luminous moss was not very good, but the dim light it emitted barely illuminated the surrounding environment.
Wu Tie held Lao Tie's half head tightly against his chest, bowing his head to gaze at the faint glow flowing within the cracks in the skull. Lao Tie's seven orifices constantly spewed out flames, and thick, warm plasma, not blood, of a strange form of energy dripped out from them.
Lao Tie's condition was obviously very bad, but Wu Tie didn't know what to do.
"Lao Tie... Lao Tie..."
Wu Tie tightly embraced Lao Tie's half head, and a viscous liquid oozed out from the wound on the top of Lao Tie's head. The warm liquid had a blood-like color, but it wasn't blood plasma. It was a strange fluid condensed from energy.
After this fluid flowed out, it would evaporate into flickering fireflies in just a few breaths.
Lao Tie's pupils dimmed, and occasionally a faint blue cold light flickered. His voice came from deep within his skull, ethereal and weak.
"Stop babbling, I can't hold on... Hey, hurry up, look at my eyeballs, anyone will do."
Lao Tie urged weakly.
Wu Tie gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face, and leaned in front of Lao Tie, staring at one of his blood-glittering eyeballs.
"Originally, I thought it wouldn't be necessary... I'm not a normative ancient divine weapon like a teacher... I am... I am..."
Lao Tie muttered weakly, "But it's fine... Everything has a first time, right?"
Lao Tie's eyeball suddenly lit up, and a gentle bloodlight sprayed out from the core of his eyeball, directly onto Wu Tie's left eyeball.
The bloodlight was not dazzling, nor was it hot, and it had no lethal power.
A wave of textual and pictorial information kept pouring into Wu Tie's mind with the bloodlight, as if he had read it thousands of times before, directly and deeply imprinted in the depths of his mind, like engravings on stone tablets, unforgettable.
Then came the golden light at Wu Tie's eyebrow. It quickly diminished as Lao Tie continuously transmitted information. His internal power was rapidly depleting. His mind throbbed, and his spiritual power dissipated. Various strange and fantastic knowledge kept pouring in.
If Wu Tie were an ordinary person, with such a domineering imprint of information in his mind, his soul would have long since shattered into a psychiatric patient.
Wu Tie endured the pain in his mind and exhausted all his efforts to receive the information transmitted by Lao Tie.
His spiritual power was sufficient, his mental power was burning, and he had sufficient consumption capacity.
Lao Tie transmitted information through this mysterious method, and at the same time muttered, "Listen to me, little guy, I, grandpa, have capsized in a gutter this time... I blame no one else but myself for the problems... Hey, when I fought with who... my body suffered a lot, and although I have countless abilities, I couldn't fully utilize his body."
"Although I am formidable, I am now reduced to just a head..."
"That Guo Sparrow, there's something strange about her... In the future, avoid her..."
"Remember, staying alive is the foundation for everything... If you die, everything is over..."
"I'm transmitting all these things to you, those inexplicable things that appeared in my mind, if you're interested, learn them; if you're not, forget about them... I also find it strange how so many irrelevant things got into my mind..."
"But, the follow-up cultivation method of the Foundation Building Style, you must remember it well... You must cultivate it well..."
"The "Primordial Origins Scripture," after the Foundation Building Style, it includes the Sensing Profound Realm, Revered Tower Realm, Life Pool Realm, and Fetal Storage Realm... There are even higher realms..."
"The "Primordial Origins Scripture," as the name implies, is the creation of my Lord, those extraordinary old guys who are your ancestors, and the most perfect, most perfect cultivation method they deduced..."
"Slow, but it aims directly at the ultimate realm of everything, directly approaching the most original chaos..."
"The "Primordial Origins Scripture" is also the origin of all cultivation methods. It encompasses everything and is the foundation of all cultivation methods..."
"Although it was ultimately abandoned, and no one chose to cultivate it, it was only because it cultivated too slowly. At that time, what we needed was speed and efficiency in breaking through realms..."
"So, although those old guys speculated that the "Primordial Origins Scripture" is the most perfect technique, no one chose it..."
"I hope that no matter what happens in the future, no matter what amazing techniques you acquire, don't abandon the "Primordial Origins Scripture"..."
"Continue to cultivate it resolutely... Even if you lack resources, go and snatch them, fight for them using all means necessary to acquire resources..."
"I want to see if the "Primordial Origins Scripture" is as perfect as those old guys claimed..."
"Each one of our brothers, just like me, has recorded a copy of the "Primordial Origins Scripture" in their minds... It's like a spark, those old guys have already made the unfortunate preparation..."
"Since it's a spark... Maybe I'm the only one who has passed down the "Primordial Origins Scripture"..."
"Heh, just based on this merit... Unfortunately, Yang Jian died; otherwise, I would definitely make him restore my position and give me a three-level promotion on the front line... Heh heh... Unfortunately, Yang Jian died..."
The golden light at Wu Tie's eyebrow burned, and his soul power weakened. A large amount of information flowed in continuously, not just the "Primordial Origins Scripture," but also various bizarre knowledge.
Wu Tie had no mood to sort out the knowledge in his mind. He just tightly embraced Lao Tie and silently received the information he transmitted.
The bloody light in Lao Tie's eyes gradually dimmed, and his seven orifices suddenly spewed out a large amount of blood-like flames. With several crackling sounds, his skull cracked with fine cracks.
A large amount of cold air spewed out from the cracks in his skull, freezing Wu Tie's arm with a thin layer of frost.
"Don't be sad, don't cry... I won't die so easily..."
"In the future, when you encounter relics left behind from ancient times... go and dig... If you can find a backup body like mine, I can still come back to life..."
"Ack, spit, spit... I won't die... I'm just dormant..."
"Remember, I didn't die, I won't die, I'm just dormant, and I've always been by your side..."
"If you are lucky enough, I will come back soon..."
"Different from the previous sleep..."
"Previously, I couldn't see any hope, I was completely desperate, so I chose to enter a self-abandoning sleep..."
"But this time, I am forced to dormancy, but my heart is full of hope... So, don't worry, although the injuries are a little severe, who knows if we will have another chance to meet?"
Lao Tie's voice became extremely gentle and gentle, like an old man who loved to chat, shrunk in a corner basking in the sun, while also playfully comforting his grandson.
"Little guy, remember one thing... Your ancestors are extraordinary, and your bloodline is extraordinary... Don't let down your ancestors, don't let down your bloodline..."
"Descendant of Pangu, after Emperor Yan... No matter when, stand tall!"
Lao Tie's skull cracked open, completely breaking apart. Countless extremely splendid and marvelous light threads sprayed out from his skull, illuminating this mining chamber of nearly a hundred meters in diameter.
Inside Lao Tie's skull was a mass of light, a brilliant light.
Countless rays of light crisscrossed, and countless ancient and complex runes and patterns surged within the light. On each facet of a sesame seed-sized cross-section, there were at least tens of thousands of these runes and characters, emerging faintly.
"Lao Tie, is this you?" Wu Tie held the exquisite and unparalleled crystal brain gem in his hand, gritting his teeth and saying in a deep voice, "I will definitely wake you up... Your body has disintegrated, but I will definitely find a new body for you."
"As long as there is one, I will find it for you."
(End of this chapter)