Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 327

Chapter 327: Chapter 79: The Final Act of the Heavenly Gate! (10,000-Word Update)_6

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The vast base was utterly silent.

Under the onslaught of intense emotions, a sense of loss of control began to vaguely emerge in his Nascent Soul’s mana!

“Damn it!”

Despite being overwhelmed by extreme unwillingness and anger upon realizing the threat of uncontrolled mana, Ning Daohuan had no choice but to quickly summon the deity statue and Blood Bone Saint Venerable to help him regulate his mana.

The deity statue and Blood Bone Saint Venerable were of the same origin as him and could virtually be considered as his clones, they quickly redirected his mana.

But as they carried on, Ning Daohuan slowly felt that something was amiss.

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He immediately realized what was wrong!

“Stop!”

“Stop right now!”

However, to his horror, his mana showed no signs of slowing down. Not only did it not stop, but it accelerated towards the Blood Bone Saint Venerable and the deity statue!

In just a few moments, a parched sensation came from Ning Daohuan’s Nascent Soul.

At this moment, Ning Daohuan felt his hair stands up!

He struggled mightily, but to his despair, his mana seemed to be controlled by someone else, totally beyond his control!

He could only watch as his Nascent Soul gradually withered and dimmed…

Looking at the Blood Bone Saint Venerable and the deity statue, a thought that he could hardly believe suddenly occurred to him.

“You… you are…”

“Fool.”

“I’ve taught you many times, never trust anyone. Of course, that also includes me.”

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From within the Blood Bone Saint Venerable and the deity statue, an old voice sounded at the same time.

Ning Daohuan was stunned for a moment.

However, his face did not show anger, only a sense of desolation, confusion, and bitterness.

“You were supposed to… why?”

“You mean, why did I turn on you? Silly boy, didn’t you also turn on your own disciple? I just did the same as you.”

‘Blood Bone Saint Venerable’ gently smiled.

“No, I’m not asking that, I’m asking why… why were you so good to me in the first place?”

The unsteady gaze in Ning Daohuan’s eyes gradually focused as he stared intently at the two dark eye sockets of the Blood Bone Saint Venerable.

‘Blood Bone Saint Venerable’ fell silent for a moment, his gloomy eye sockets gently turned away without answering Ning Daohuan’s question.

Seeing this, Ning Daohuan, for some reason, suddenly thought of Lu Yuansheng, who he dried up and killed not long ago using the same method.

The present moment was just like that moment.

He suddenly let out a bitter laugh:

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“I really am no match for you, Master.”

As his words fell, his eyes quietly dimmed.

His body instantly turned into dust and dispersed with the wind.

Ning Daohuan, the Sect Hierarch of the Tianmen Cult who had been revered across five countries for nearly a hundred years, had died.

Only a body full of bones and a twenty-four-armed god statue remained standing in silence.

After a long while.

“Because I truly regarded you as my only disciple…”

A faint sigh resounded.

He was about to leave.

Suddenly, as if he sensed something, his gaze sharply turned to a certain place not far away.

That was where Fanming’s primordial spirit was bound.

A whirlpool the size of a palm, emitting a dark and mysterious aura, slowly rose.

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Within this vortex, he vaguely felt a bone-piercing sense of danger and cold!

“What… what is this?!”

The Blood Bone Saint Venerable’s expression changed dramatically.

And just then.

Boom!

From the distant horizon, a beam of light shot through the sky like a falling star and rushed over with thunderous momentum!

The Blood Bone Saint Venerable’s face tightened.

That beam of light instantly stopped in front of the vortex, revealing a figure within.

It was Tang Ji!

At this moment, Tang Ji’s face showed a sense of urgency as his gaze swept over the vortex.

“Damn it! Who let Fanming escape!”

He glanced at the Blood Bone Saint Venerable:

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“Was it you?”

If it had been before, ‘Blood Bone Saint Venerable’ certainly wouldn’t dare to confront him.

However, having fully absorbed Ning Daohuan’s lifelong accumulation, the current ‘Blood Bone Saint Venerable’, together with his clone, the deity statue, was confident that they could contend with any Nascent Soul cultivator.

He proudly declared, “Yes, it was indeed–”

But Tang Ji had already noticed something beforehand. His gaze instantly turned cold.

“Your mana carries the scent of Fanming and that Ning Daohuan, so it is you!”

Before the voice died away, a golden chain flew out of Tang Ji’s sleeve.

“Ha, don’t think that this old man is easy to deal with…”

‘Blood Bone Saint Venerable’ sneered, raising his hand to ward off the attack.

However, he was horrified to discover that no matter what he did, the golden chain did not stop. He could only watch as the golden chain quickly bound him and the idol together!

“No! It’s impossible!”

The Blood Bone Saint Venerable roared in disbelief.

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For hundreds of years, he had painstakingly managed his power, even at the cost of taking residence within bones and idols, enduring centuries of solitude, including ruthlessly draining the life force of his most beloved disciple…

Why did it end up like this?

Why can’t he even withstand a single magic tool from this cultivator?!

They are both Nascent Souls, so why has this happened?

Disbelief, deep disappointment leading to despair…

However, Tang Ji completely ignored the angry roars of the Blood Bone Saint Venerable, directly pulling on the chain, and casually threw it.

Consequently, both the Blood Bone Saint Venerable and the idol were thrown into the swirling vortex.

In an instant, an unprecedented and extreme pain exploded in the soul of the Blood Bone Saint Venerable!

His empty eye sockets widened in a flash!

“Ha…”

‘Blood Bone Saint Venerable’ felt his consciousness suddenly go blank.

He couldn’t even speak.

He could faintly hear that cultivator with the surname Tang muttering to himself:

“Since you let Fanming escape, I can only use you to cover up in the meantime.”

“No! It wasn’t me!”

“Let me out!”

“Let me out!”

The Blood Bone Saint Venerable was screaming furiously in his heart.

However, pain kept him from speaking.

He could only groan and howl.

Seeing this scene, Tang Ji’s eyes flashed with a touch of mercy.

So he cast a spell and blocked the figures of the Blood Bone Saint Venerable and the idol from view.

He couldn’t resist shaking his head and sighing deeply:

“I’m far too kind, I can’t bear to see others suffering. This won’t do, I must change.”

Immediately, he flicked his finger and a flame quickly rose, turning into a mirror surface.

Soon, an elderly man in brocade clothes appeared in the mirror.

“Young martial nephew Sun…”

The elderly man in brocade, with his complexion darkened, muttered, “You have gone to Chen State, what are you looking for me for?”

“There is a big problem this time, hurry up and switch to Senior Brother Yao.”

Tang Ji urged.

“Martial Uncle Yao?”

The expression on the brocade clad elder’s face changed slightly: “What kind of trouble have you gotten into?”

However, Tang Ji didn’t have the mood to jest with him, he directly and honestly said:

“One of the ‘Membrane Eye’ in Chen State has been broken, but I didn’t do it. The person who did, I’ve captured him to cover the ‘eye’.”

Hearing Tang Ji’s words, the expression on the face of the old man in brocade changed dramatically and without saying a word to Tang Ji, he immediately left the screen.

Soon, not long after.

The old man hurriedly returned to the screen carrying a peculiarly shaped stone.

He didn’t dare to speak, just moved his lips.

Tang Ji immediately understood and involuntarily squeezed out a smile on his face:

“Hehe, Master Yao, are you there?”

A somewhat old voice suddenly came from the stone:

“Cough cough, what’s up? Little Tang, you should be dealing with the issue of the Nascent Soul being murdered at my place, right?”

Being called ‘Little Tang’, there was no irritation on Tang Ji’s face. He looked around, his spiritual sense scanned the surroundings and then hesitated:

“The issue of the Nascent Soul being murdered… This was sorted out earlier, but now it’s hard to say…”

“Oh, it doesn’t matter. We’ll talk about it when I get back there. It’ll be another three to five years before I return.”

Tang Ji mentally calculated, then finally nervously said:

“By the way, Master Yao, that time frame might not work…”

“Hmm? If there’s anything, just tell me, don’t worry. You know my temper, I’m very easy to talk to.”

The voice in the stone seemed to have noticed something, laughing kindly.

Tang Ji thought this was a good chance, he started hurriedly, “That… Fanming has escaped, the ‘Membrane Eye’ is exposed, and I…”

“What the fuck did you just say?!”

In the stone, the old voice, shockingly loud.