NOVPUB"Is it the Door God?"
Yao Wudi’s heart sank, his expression quickly becoming grave.
The Evil Gods of the Kingdom of Immortals encompassed everything in existence, leaving nothing out, not even doors.
But according to previous intelligence, the Door God was merely a second-level Evil God. Yet now, he felt like he was facing a first-level deity, close to the Divine Master Level,
equally powerful as a cultivator in the middle-stage of Immortal Ascension.
Had it been before, he wouldn’t have feared, but at the moment...
The figure of the Door God stepped out from the door, leisurely looking at Yao Wudi, gave a slight smile. However, there was only indifference in his eyes:
"Just a moment ago, a man and a dragon required some effort on my part. I wonder how long you can last?"
Danger and challenge flashed in Yao Wudi’s eyes.
However, the next moment, he seized the cultivators without any hesitation and changed direction, speeding toward the north!
"Merely prolonging the inevitable."
The Door God shook his head slightly.
He then stepped forward.
A doorframe appeared beneath his foot, vanishing instantly.
In the next moment, his figure appeared in the direction of Yao Wudi’s escape.
A hint of amusement appeared on his face:
"Will you run again?"
"Fuck off!"
Yao Wudi, unconstrained by the typical burdens of a cultivator undergoing Immortal Ascension, spat and quickly changed direction again.
The Door God’s eyes narrowed, and his smile faded:
"Seeking death."
The door frame appeared again in front of him, and his figure disappeared.
When he next appeared, he precisely blocked Yao Wudi’s escape route.
"I command your death, and you must not resist… Hm?"
The Door God paused briefly, raising his palm.
In the palm of his hand, a delicate snowflake lay quietly.
"Why is there snow here?"
Puzzlement filled the eyes of the Door God.
Yao Wudi looked around at the flying snow and was suddenly struck by a realization:
"Could this be…"
In the next moment.
From the ends of the northern horizon, a swath of snow-white rapidly spread forth.
Accompanying it was a figure in bright white robes, cold and ethereal, silently approaching.
"Mu Lian... Mulian Xu?!"
Upon seeing this graceful figure, the usually unrestrained Yao Wudi stood rooted to the spot, his eyes involuntarily fixed on her.
His lips parted slightly but then abruptly stopped.
As soon as the figure in white appeared, the spontaneously created frost quickly enveloped the Door God.
The Door God scoffed:
"Dare to confront... me with... your fledgling Immortal Ascension..."
The frost swiftly froze him solid!
Before he could finish his sentence, he had turned into an ice sculpture.
With the falling snow transforming into countless razor-sharp blades, they sliced into the ice sculpture.
Despite being a first-level Evil God, a light soon began to radiate from within his body, and a door swiftly appeared, whisking him away.
When he appeared again, he was far away, his expression showing wariness towards the woman in white.
"Go!"
The woman in white didn’t hesitate and quickly instructed.
Her voice was as cold and concise as always.
The mouth Yao Wudi had just opened instantly shut, and he promptly grabbed the cultivators and sped westward:
"This way!"
The female cultivator did not hesitate, quickly following suit.
Meanwhile, the Door God narrowed his eyes:
"One is not enough, then, what if I bring all the deities here?"
He then swiftly vanished from the spot.
...
"No, impossible!" 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
The Yin God incredulously lifted his head.
The malevolent, greedy, and evil black substance, like a living entity, wantonly spread, reached, and twisted down toward the Yin God’s head!
It was as if a dog had found a bone.
Greed, ecstasy!
At that moment, the Yin God felt a suffocating sensation as if being targeted by a natural predator!
He didn’t have time to wonder why such a bizarre and hazardous substance existed in the spiritual core of this host. He knew that if he didn’t act now, it would be hard to end well today!
Without any hesitation, he immediately turned and dodged into the temple.
Meanwhile, outside, Wang Ba’s body eerily stood up, a Class III Blade Weapon materializing in his hand, with his Nascent Soul emerging. He aimed directly at the Nascent Soul’s position!
Without any hesitation, he stabbed...
In the Blood Valley.
Han Yanzi’s gaze seemed to penetrate vast distances, capturing the scene occurring within Wang Ba’s Nascent Soul.
A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes:
"So there is still this move... Good thing this junior tested it out for me; had I encountered it recklessly, it might have delayed the opportunity, and waiting so long wouldn’t have been in vain."
"Wonder if this Yin God still has other tricks up its sleeve, but unfortunately, this child probably won’t have the chance to help me find out anymore."
With a Wanxiang Sect disciple having taken this risk, his confidence had greatly increased.
Yet his expression remained unchanged as he continued to casually converse with Xun FuJun:
"If this realm truly downgrades one day, not only inveterate Void Refiners like me, but even those like you undergoing Immortal Ascension might find no place here. By then, bearing the Ascension Tribulation with the body of Immortal Ascension will also be impossible. Now is the last chance…"
Xun FuJun’s face remained calm, indifferently responding:
"All those disciples of the primitive Demonic Sect, how do you plan to deal with them? Surely you’re not contemplating an ascension for the entire clan, right?"
Han Yanzi smiled amicably:
"My friend sees clearly. The technique of ascendance for the whole clan existed in ancient times, but under today’s heaven and earth, it is absolutely impossible."
"As for handling them? Heh, without a foundation, even if I ascend to The Heavens, I would have no prospects. It’s better for them to contribute a bit and help me gather a few Destined Treasures, making their time as disciples of the Demon Sect not in vain."
