A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality - Chapter 833

Devouring Nascent Soul

Marquis Nanlong sinisterly said, “Alright! Although this devilish body is inferior to my true body, you were able to withstand my attack and survive. It seems you aren’t a low-grade cultivator. I will first use you as a blood sacrifice!”

The black energy on his face was even denser than before, and his pair of silver-white eyes were ice-cold. He stared at the old man as if he were a dead man, causing the old man’s heart to tremble.

As soon as he finished speaking, Marquis Nanlong’s body blurred, leaving behind a series of afterimages as he pounced toward the old man.

Lu Weiying was scared out of his wits and wanted to escape from the stone wall, but he was too late. The old man’s movements were simply too fast. In an instant, he arrived in front of him like a phantom, and a claw wrapped in black energy was already heading straight for the old man’s head.

The old man grew anxious and could only steel his heart. His entire body flashed with white light as he poured all of his magic power into the crimson veil.

In an instant, the fiery light barrier in front of him swelled to half a foot in height, and the black claw ruthlessly stabbed into it under Marquis Nanlong’s expressionless gaze.

A strange sizzling sound rang out as the light barrier shone with blinding brilliance. As the old man was on tenterhooks, the ghost claw finally came to a stop about a foot into the light barrier.

When the old man saw this, he heaved a sigh of relief, and the color on his face slightly returned. Spiritual light flashed from his body once more, and he was about to use his protective spiritual light to break through these iron-like restriction walls.

Marquis Nanlong’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

With a loud bang, Marquis Nanlong waved his other arm and struck the red light barrier.

The spiritual light that the old man had just released from his body trembled, and for some reason, most of it immediately dissipated.

Before the old man could figure out what Marquis Nanlong was doing, Marquis Nanlong suddenly withdrew his arm from the light barrier and smashed his fist down like a bolt of lightning.

The light barrier trembled once more, and the remaining spiritual light protecting the old man’s body was completely dissipated. At the same time, his body sank several inches into the stone wall.

“Oh no!”

When Lu Weiying saw this, he finally thought of something and his expression greatly changed. He hastily shook the white magic flag in his hand in an attempt to take out the treasure.

However, Marquis Nanlong calmly swung his fists, not giving the old man a chance to take out the spell flag. Each punch was able to forcefully disperse half of the spiritual Qi that the old man had just injected into the flag. Furthermore, the speed of each punch was increasing, and the force behind each punch was becoming greater and greater. For a time, rumbling sounds continuously rang out.

In his shock, the old man wanted to use other secret techniques, but his magic power was scattered halfway through and he was unable to gather any magic power.

As a result, Lu Weiying was trapped in the stone wall despite his immense magic power and abilities. He could only watch as the red light barrier in front of him slowly faded away with a look of despair on his face.

Lu Weiying’s expression was frighteningly pale. When he met Marquis Nanlong’s cold eyes, he felt a chill run down his spine.

Without a doubt, if this were to continue, his treasure would definitely shatter and he would be smashed into mincemeat.

With that thought, the old man gritted his teeth and suddenly shouted. White light flashed above his head, and a Nascent Soul that resembled the old man suddenly appeared above his head. The Nascent Soul had a panicked expression, but it held onto a small blue sword with both hands.

Almost at the exact same moment, the light barrier created by the Bright Sun Shade began to crack.

The Nascent Soul’s final hesitation disappeared without a trace. It suddenly stomped its foot, and the Nascent Soul disappeared on the spot. In the next moment, it reappeared at the entrance. Then, the Nascent Soul was about to escape into the passageway on its sword.

But right at this moment, a strange scene occurred.

Marquis Nanlong’s back was still facing the entrance as if he hadn’t yet reacted. However, the robe on his back instantly burst open, revealing a ghost face that was identical to the Blood Curse Gate. Its eyes were tightly shut, and it was completely identical to the real thing.

The ghost face suddenly opened its eyes, revealing silver-white eyeballs. At the same time, it opened its mouth and a purple shadow flashed, as if something had been spat out from its mouth.

At this moment, the old man’s Nascent Soul had just thrown out the flying sword in his arms and was about to fly up and fuse with this intrinsic magic treasure to escape with all its might when it seemed to hear the sound of wind in its ears. Then, it felt a heat in its head as something jumped out from between its brows and protruded.

The Nascent Soul stared blankly at the long strip between its eyes. A moment later, it let out a sharp cry. Then, as if it had instantly lost all its strength, it fell from the sky and landed motionlessly on the ground.

At this moment, if there were other cultivators nearby, they would be able to see a long purple object that was as thick as a thumb extending from the mouth of the ghost face to the back of the Nascent Soul’s head. Then, it pierced through the space in front of the Nascent Soul’s brows and reached out a foot long.

It appeared to be the ghost face’s tongue, but it was bizarrely long.

When the ghost face saw the Nascent Soul fall to the ground, it sinisterly smiled. The long-tongued beast opened its mouth and sucked the old man’s Nascent Soul into its mouth. After chewing a few times, it swallowed the Nascent Soul and slowly closed its eyes with a satisfied expression. At that moment, Marquis Nanlong finally turned around and expressionlessly looked at the small blue sword that had lost its owner. A trace of fierceness flashed through his eyes as he reached out and pulled out Lu Weiying’s heart. He then gently squeezed it and the heart turned into a blood mist that filled the sky.

The vitality of this body was immediately cut off.

After doing all this, Marquis Nanlong expressionlessly swept his gaze over the area before flying into the passageway as a ball of black Qi.

A short moment later, he appeared at the bottom of the pond. He raised his head to look at the spell formations that no one was controlling, and a cold smile appeared on his face as he flew toward the surface of the pond.

After the time it took to finish a cup of tea, Marquis Nanlong appeared on top of a certain stone mountain. He floated over 1,000 feet above the mountain and looked around.

Having flown so high, he naturally activated Devilfall Valley’s restrictions. Countless bolts of blood-red lightning continuously fell from the sky, all aimed at this person.

However, before the bolts of lightning were even three meters away from Marquis Nanlong, they were all deflected, allowing him to remain as steady as a mountain amidst the countless bolts of lightning.

“Marquis Nanlong” stared at his surroundings for a long time before finally identifying the direction. He suddenly narrowed his eyes in a certain direction, and silver light flickered in his eyes.

All of a sudden, his body turned into a streak of black airwaves and shot through the air, soon disappearing into the horizon.

…

At this moment, the Ghost Spirit Sect’s Master, Wei Wuya, and the others were standing at the side of the altar. They looked up at the seemingly endless stairs with amazed expressions.

They should’ve arrived here a long time ago, but when they were about five kilometers away from the altar, a large-scale restriction appeared. They had to break through this restriction in order to continue forward.

As a result, it took them another half a day to arrive at the altar.

Now that they were closer, they were able to clearly see that although the altar appeared to be extremely grand and massive, it had been abandoned for an unknown amount of time. Not only were the stairs filled with all sorts of weeds, but there were also places that were beginning to show signs of decay.

“Let’s go! As long as we reach the top of the altar, we’ll be able to find traces of the Spirit Ether Garden and find a way to enter. According to the remnant soul, the entrance to the Spirit Ether Garden is here.” The Ghost Spirit Sect’s Master carefully examined the altar for a long time before finally saying this. Then, he took a few steps forward and moved onto the altar.

But soon after, the Ghost Spirit Sect’s Master couldn’t help but loudly curse, causing the others to be stunned.

“Everyone, be careful! There are other restrictions on the stairs. It seems it won’t be easy to climb to the top of the altar.” Looking at the seemingly endless stairs, the Ghost Spirit Sect’s Master, who was surrounded by yellow spiritual light, gnashed his teeth with hatred.

Wei Wuya’s brows furrowed slightly upon hearing this.

Even though he didn’t care about any restrictions, it would lengthen the time it would take for them to reach the top of the altar. This left Wei Wuya feeling extremely helpless.

In truth, Wei Wuya wasn’t the only one whose expressions were terrible. After learning of the existence of the Spirit Ether Garden, these people had already placed their attention on it and were extremely impatient with the various restrictions that had recently appeared.

“Let’s go!” Wang Tiangu sighed and followed closely behind. Yellow light flashed nearby, and he suddenly felt his body sink. His shoulders felt as if they weighed 500 kilograms.

At this moment, the others also stepped onto the stairs and encountered the same situation. Among them, Wei Wuya didn’t move at all, as if he didn’t care at all. As for the three Core Formation Ghost Spirit Sect disciples, their bodies trembled a few times, and their faces paled.

The group slowly climbed to the top of the altar.

…

“This is the Spirit Kindle Fruit?” Han Li murmured as he looked at the green lake in front of him.

Outside the restriction was an endless yellow desert that spanned tens of thousands of kilometers.

Violet Spirit stood three meters away from Han Li and excitedly said, “That’s right, this is definitely the fruit. Regardless of its appearance or the markings, it’s definitely the fruit!” Her bright eyes sparkled as she looked at the green lake in front of her without blinking.

In the middle of the lake about 1,000 feet in front of the two of them, there was a small patch of mud that had emerged from the surface of the water. There was a lush green spiritual grass growing there.

This grass was several feet tall, and it was covered in thumb-sized oval leaves. At the highest point of the grass, there were four strange fruits.

These fruits were fiery red in color and were thin at the top and wide at the bottom. The top of the fruits flashed with a faint red light, resembling a red candle on a candlestick. They also emitted a dense medicinal fragrance.

Han Li was also certain that this was the Spirit Kindle Fruit. When he heard Violet Spirit’s words, he only smiled slightly.

Violet Spirit took a deep breath, turned her head, and suggested to Han Li, “I’ll go over now and pluck those fruits, lest more trouble arises.”