Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

Chapter 800: Chapter 663: The Blooming of the Demonic Flower

Shen Xuan slightly extended his arm.

The stick of strange golden cold iron pointed at the Carefree True Monarch.

"I am of the Daoist Sect, here to vanquish demons and remove evil, a duty I cannot shirk. You fiends, hand over the [Five Thunders True Method], along with all your possessions."

"Cooperate obediently, and I might spare your life!"

In fact, even if the Carefree True Monarch really listened, obediently surrendering, giving up everything.

Shen Xuan would not forgive them.

This kind of soul remnant of a Nether Cultivator returning through possession, is the most terrifying.

Already unclear in mind, unable to distinguish between good and evil.

Moreover, they are obstinate.

Sure enough.

After hearing Shen Xuan’s words.

The Carefree True Monarch laughed in extreme anger: "Arrogant junior! This is the Zhengyang Daoist Palace, and I am the Carefree True Monarch!"

"Your methods are ruthless, carrying a Demon Soldier, clearly you’ve fallen into the Demon Dao. I intended to act on behalf of the heavens to put you to death."

"Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life. Seeing your talent, I gave you a chance to apprentice and atone, inheriting the Dao tradition. Yet you dare to act so impudently!"

Shen Xuan was too lazy to waste words with this crazed soul remnant.

"Boom!"

The blood around him boiled!

In the crackling bursts, his body heightened, instantly transforming into a ferocious giant over ten feet tall, exuding a dark golden luster.

The immortal armor battle attire adorned with mysterious runes appeared from the void, closely covering his entire body.

Behind him, a Dharma Aspect of a Profound Ice Divine Dragon emitted chilling air, coiling and silently roaring towards the sky.

"Roar!"

The [Dragon Blood Boiling] was pushed to the extreme.

The strange golden cold iron stick, as if transformed into a pillar supporting heaven and earth, carried tremendous power capable of breaking mountains and seas, crushing voids, and fiercely smashed towards the Carefree True Monarch.

"A golden body over ten feet, immortal battle armor, Divine Dragon Dharma Aspect? Haha..."

The Carefree True Monarch observed, sneering, and said.

With a wave of his duster, countless silver threads like a waterfall rolled back, meeting the descending pillar.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle."

The enormous force carried by the strange golden cold iron stick was wrapped layer upon layer by the flexible and dense silver threads, the golden light of the stick dimmed.

The silver threads followed up, transforming into silver chains with flickering runes, tightly binding the strange golden cold iron stick mid-air.

The Carefree True Monarch’s eyes flashed coldly, he pointed a finger like a sword towards Shen Xuan.

"Whiz!"

An extremely condensed silver-white sword light, appeared out of nowhere, pierced through several dozen feet instantly, aiming straight for Shen Xuan’s brow.

Though the sword light was small, it exuded an intent of annihilation, as if it could penetrate any obstacle.

Despite being just a remnant soul Nether Cultivator.

It was indeed of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Using the corpse of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, exhibiting Sword Dao Divine Power, the might was immense.

The lifespan of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, reaches a thousand years.

The flesh body tempered with Essence Spiritual Power was refined.

The shell decayed.

The 206 bones, each a condensation of world essence, Heavenly and Earthly Treasures.

This Nether Cultivator’s Nascent Soul power was far less formidable than the true body of the Carefree True Monarch.

Estimated to retain only ten or twenty percent.

Even so.

Having stepped onto the Nascent Soul Great Dao, it cannot be underestimated.

Ordinary Golden Core Cultivators simply couldn’t contend.

Thus, Shen Xuan transformed directly into a Divine Dragon to battle the Carefree True Monarch.

The sword light came fiercely.

Shen Xuan naturally wouldn’t take it head-on.

He formed a spell, performing the [Yin-Yang Walk].

His figure blurred, silently slipping into a spatial crevice.

Moments later, his figure reappeared a hundred feet away.

"Oh, you actually know spatial Divine Power? Though only superficially."

Though having lost ten to eighty or ninety percent of his power.

The Carefree True Monarch’s remnant soul still had its acuity.

He could easily see that Shen Xuan’s [Yin-Yang Walk], wasn’t true spatial Divine Power.

But rather a kind of opportunistic method.

Even so.

To grasp such spatial skills at the Core Formation Realm was quite remarkable.

"Alright. Since you are so stubborn, I must act on behalf of the heavens."

He said no more, a clear hum issued from the sword box on his back, an ancient Magic Sword about three feet long emerged from the box, hovering before him.

The sword tip aimed at Shen Xuan, with its sharp Sword Intent locking onto him.

Shen Xuan shook his head.

Secretly forming hand seals.

But he said: "Wait. Carefree True Monarch, I have something to say."

At this point, he could no longer care about much else and had to use his trump card.

The [Yin-Yang Walk] wasn’t foolproof.

Especially since the opponent saw through the mysteries of the [Yin-Yang Walk] and intended to wield the Magic Sword against him.

Of course, he had to strike first.

The Carefree True Monarch frowned: "Han, what are you planning now? Do you think delaying will change the outcome?"

In truth, he also hesitated.

Such a good body, it would be a pity to destroy it.

Shen Xuan’s hands hidden in his sleeves changed seals, yet he said: "Carefree True Monarch, I’ve changed my mind and am willing to acknowledge you as my master."

The Carefree True Monarch’s expression was uncertain: "I don’t believe you. How about this, seal your Spiritual Power yourself..."

Before the words were finished.

A sharp gleam flashed in Shen Xuan’s eyes.

The final Dharma Seal was formed.

"Please, True Monarch, appreciate this flower."

Before the Carefree True Monarch, a demonic flower unexpectedly bloomed in the void.

The flower had six petals, its color like fresh blood, or like a burning sunset, eerily beautiful.

The petals slightly curled, seemingly carrying infinite grief and longing, emanating a sorrowful Dao Rhyme that pierced the Divine Soul.

This flower wasn’t physical, it didn’t harm the flesh, only eroded the Divine Soul.

Especially targeting those whose soul bodies remained, relying on external objects.

The Carefree True Monarch’s expression changed dramatically: "This is..."

"This is the secret technique from the Golden Spirit Race: [Other Side Demon Flower]!"

Shen Xuan’s voice echoed from afar.

The Other Side Demon Flower gently trembled, suddenly floating.

Ignoring space.

It appeared directly above the Carefree True Monarch’s Sea of Consciousness.

Actually pierced through his brow, embedding itself within.

"The Other Side Flower..."

The Carefree True Monarch muttered to himself.

Suddenly, he felt as if his heart had turned to ash.

Countless fragmented and chaotic memory images, endless solitude and despair accumulated over millennia, the resentment from the collapse of the Great Dao...