Aspiring to the Immortal Path

“Aaaah!”

Zoros screeched as a crack appeared on his wheel-like body.

The crack was just a thin one, but it terrified Zoros.

He turned and saw a somber figure standing there, his expression cold and his brow slightly furrowed: Xi Canhen.

He wasn’t at all pleased at his successful attack, instead seeming a little upset.

This was his first time failing to inflict a serious injury on an opponent he had attacked.

He was currently at Violet Palace, so when he used the Sacrificial Sword, there were few among his peers that could block his blow. Yet Nether Emperor Zoros had only taken a light wound.

This could only mean that Nether Emperor Zoros was not on the same level, but even higher—a middle-tier Nether Emperor, equivalent to Deification.

Truly surprising. This guy didn’t seem like it at all.

The black stars on the wheel lit up in unison, unleashing rays of light at the assailant.

This starlight looked innocuous, but the attack overflowed with murderous intent. Xi Canhen sensed that nothing good would happen if the starlight made contact, so he hastily flew away.

The starlight pursued Xi Canhen, and in the middle of this chase, it happened to pass through a human cultivator, who froze and then turned straight into dust.

This only made Xi Canhen fly even faster, and that starlight of death doggedly pursued, slaying every human cultivator it came in contact with. As the starlight was about to catch up to Xi Canhen, Zoros hissed, upon which all the starlight congregated into a single beam and descended upon Xi Canhen. But at this moment, Xi Canhen disappeared, and the beam of starlight passed through empty air.

Aghast, Zoros suddenly sensed something and immediately lunged forward again. Once more, Xi Canhen appeared behind him; once more, his sword stabbed into the black wheel; and once again, it only created a small crack.

Xi Canhen sneered, “You seemed to enjoy that chase.”

He walked the path of assassination, which emphasized fleeing if the strike did not succeed. But on a battlefield, one could not just make a single strike, so rather than fleeing, it was far better to make feints and then return for a sneak attack. This sort of instantaneous movement across the battlefield was Xi Canhen’s specialty, and while he didn’t attack very many times, each attack was bound to have lethal consequences for his opponent.

Alas, Nether Emperor Zoros was no ordinary existence, and even two blows from the Sacrificial Sword had failed to kill him. Meanwhile, Xi Canhen was starting to weaken.

But as he was an expert in concealment and had the advantage of the first strike, he could hold down Zoros for a short time without a problem.

Being injured twice and unable to injure this human cultivator one tier lower than him infuriated Zoros, and he screeched, “Do you really think this is enough to deal with this emperor? Nether Attendants of the Underworld River, rise!”

As he cried out, a large number of ghosts came out of the city. Unlike the earlier ghost soldiers, all of these were bull-headed humans, clothed in armor made of ghost fog and wielding scythes.

The cultivators didn’t know what kinds of ghosts these were, but Tang Jie did, grimacing as he called out, “Everyone, be careful!”

He was well aware that these were wielders of the Severing Hook, servants of the Blade of Reincarnation. But whereas a Ghost King normally had one or two ghost emissaries, Nether Emperor Zoros was able to call out several hundred.

Under the influence of the Blade of Reincarnation, Nether Attendants were much stronger than the average ghost. Moreover, Zoros’s Nether Attendants were clearly different, not just in their numbers, but also in their appearance and aura, so they were also probably much stronger.

But Tang Jie didn’t know exactly how they differed, so he didn’t even know what everyone needed to be careful of.

As the Nether Attendants flew over, a cultivator shot a flying sword at one of them. The Nether Attendant didn’t even try to dodge, and the flying sword cut deeply into its body, to which the cultivator responded in glee, “It worked!”

Thick yellow blood seeped out of the Nether Attendant, and as the blood spilled onto the sword, it suddenly shrieked and fell silent, all its spirituality disappearing.

The spirituality of an art relic was the key to its existence, and now that it was gone, the cultivator could no longer sense it, essentially meaning that it was no longer under his control. Paling, he shouted, “Watch out! Their blood can corrode art relics!”

But it was too late. Quite a few cultivators had already used their art relics, smashing, slashing, cutting, or throwing them at the Nether Attendants. No matter what kind of art relic it was, if it came into contact with that blood, it would lose spirituality and no longer be able to be controlled.

In a flash, a great number of cultivators lost their treasures.

The remainder were unwilling to use their art relics for fear of breaking them, so they could only barrage the enemy from afar with spell arts, which were much weaker.

The Nether Attendants continued their charge, their bodies seemingly unaffected by their wounds. Once they pulled out the art relics, their wounds healed on their own, as quickly as if they were also body cultivators like Tang Jie.

The Nether Attendants of the Underworld River possessed both corrosive blood and a tenacious life force.

But scariest of all were their attacks.

A Nether Attendant rushed up to a cultivator, and with a light swipe of its scythe, that cultivator cried out and died on the spot.

Bizarrely, there was no wound on his body, the scythe seemingly having struck empty air. Yet that cultivator had died nonetheless.

Only those of sufficiently high cultivation level could tell that the scythe had attacked the soul, not the body. This swipe had hooked his soul and dragged it out, leaving the body a lifeless husk.

With two to three hundred Nether Attendants attacking all together, those cultivators who did not know of their powers fell prey to them, and in a few moments, a hundred cultivators had died terrible deaths. Some of the more powerful cultivators were able to react more quickly and evade. One Soul Transformation cultivator was attacked by three Nether Attendants at the same time, three Death God scythes aiming for his soul. He reacted quickly, giving up on part of his Divine Soul and fleeing, and in a flash of spiritual light, the remnant soul of his arm dissipated into nothing.

The Soul Transformation cultivator reappeared, but his arm now hung limply at his side, forever rendered immobile.

But the cultivators who could not escape had their souls torn apart. These Nether Attendants were accustomed to fighting together, four or five of them converging on each human cultivator, blocking off all avenues of escape, so only those proficient in escape arts could survive. The slightest misstep could have one’s soul being torn apart in several directions at once, leaving an intact body and simply shreds of a soul.

Chang Xiran saw all of this and bellowed, firing off several dozen beams of sword energy. His Heartslayer Sword was powerful, but he did not dare to test it against the corrosive blood of the Nether Attendants, so he could only attack them from afar.

Such was the life force of the Underworld Nether Attendants that they could survive being cut into ten-some pieces, the chunks merging back together. Chang Xiran’s blood ran cold, and he turned and shouted, “Old Yuan!”

Yuan Tianzhong snorted and immediately sent his Triple Truth Flame dragon rushing over, crashing into the ten-some Nether Attendants that Chang Xiran had chopped into pieces and setting them alight.

In a flash, the Underworld Nether Attendants began to wail, their blood mixing with the flames and causing clouds of steam to billow out of the dragon. In the clouds of steam, the dragon’s body began to shrink. It was only by a little, but everyone could tell that some of the Triple Truth Flame truly had disappeared.

The corrosive blood could affect the Triple Truth Flame, but rather than destroy it, it only neutralized it.

The Triple Truth Flame was the treasure of the Great Sun Sect, and Yuan Tianzhong’s heart ached when he saw it being neutralized by the blood of these Nether Attendants. Not daring to burn away the other Nether Attendants, he called back the dragon and switched to long-range spell arts.

The dragon fell back, having burned the ten-some Underworld Nether Attendants to nothing. But while their bodies were gone, their scythes still remained, falling from the sky.

A thought suddenly occurred to Tang Jie, and he shouted, “Oh no!”

The Death God weapons fell into the hands of ghosts, who began to wail and shriek as their bodies transformed. Another group of Underworld Nether Attendants was born, flying up into the sky to continue the battle.

Unless the weapon was destroyed, the Nether Attendant would be reborn!

This was the power of the Blade of Reincarnation.

Through the Blade of Reincarnation, the Death God weapons could turn any ghost into a Nether Attendant.

“Destroy those weapons!” Chang Xiran immediately noticed the problem, and his Heartslayer immediately came apart and then back together, every one hundred swords becoming one large sword. There were ten swords in all, each one attacking a Death God weapon.

In his view, the power of the Heartslayer Sword combined with his own Violet Palace cultivation would be enough to destroy these seemingly standard-production weapons.

His Heartbreak Swords clashed with the Death God weapons with a mighty boom, but the Death God weapons came out completely unharmed while Chang Xiran’s Heartbreak Swords ended up breaking apart.

Thankfully, those Nether Attendants weren’t particularly smart and didn’t understand how to use their own bodies as weapons. Otherwise, if they had simply sprayed their blood out, Chang Xiran’s divine treasure would have been completely destroyed.

Still, this was enough to scare Chang Xiran so badly that he called back his divine sword. Shocked and still unwilling to give up, he merged his swords back into one and bellowed, “I don’t believe that I can’t destroy you! Break!”

He furiously swung the giant broadsword at a Death God weapon.

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