The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

He’s served plenty of odd-tempered guests, she’s certainly not the first. The clerk doesn’t mind, just shrugs his shoulders and shuts the door.

She knows if she refuses to eat any more, it will surely arouse suspicion. But it’s something she can’t help, she doesn’t even have the strength to lift a bowl.

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Inside the Flesh Furnace, there is a quiet silence. Yang Ze has long recovered from listening to the changes of the past thirty thousand years.

Yin Jiu You stretched lazily and stood up, saying: "It’s best to strike quickly, let’s move." If the two combined their strength, they had confidence they could break through the Flesh Furnace.

Changtian unusually agreed, "That’s exactly what we should do." His hands gathered together.

Only then did Yin Jiu You notice his unusual gesture, which was an open-handed position, with the two forefingers facing each other and bending at the tips, then pressing the two thumbs against the front ends of the forefingers, forming a shape like a water jar.

This fellow had silently formed a handprint! Yin Jiu You couldn’t help but narrow his pupils slightly and angrily said, "What are you doing!"

Changtian looked at him and sneered, "What are you trying to do?" He shouted, "Fall!"

A sudden clap of thunder sounded above the dim top of the Flesh Furnace, followed by a torrential rain falling from the sky. In the Fake Tomb, of course, there would be no weather system; the water clearly came from a waterfall. Even without Changtian making a move, the rain threads remained transparent, but when they fell on Yin Jiu You, it was like acid splashing, causing threads of white gas to rise.

Each and every strand of rain carried Changtian’s Colorless Divine Fire!

Yin Jiu You gritted his teeth, "Before breaking out of this prison, must we really fight to mutual ruin?"

Changtian chuckled lightly, "Sounds better than it is, didn’t you leave something on the ground?"

As this Heavenly Rain poured down, whatever was on the ground also showed its true face; it was dense and small soul threads, spreading out across the fifteen-meter radius where Changtian sat. The complexity of these lines was not inferior to the Spirit Gathering Array on Chi Wen’s belly, and this area wasn’t as spacious! Anyone with trypophobia might faint at the sight of this formation.

Just washed by this purging rainwater, the soul threads hidden on the reddish-brown ground turned into white gas and gracefully vanished.

Changtian said lightly, "Looks like you really created a Soul Array." Before the two parted ways, he once heard Yin Jiu You talking about the concept of such a Soul Array. However, to split one’s Divine Soul into countless fine threads and arrange them into such a complex Great Formation without any error—ancient marvels were many, yet he hadn’t heard anyone possessing such a skill. Unexpectedly, this guy really managed to achieve it.

In the world of formations, none go without material to shape, carving lines and configuring space, even with water as a formation, water is shapeless but tangible. Only Yin Jiu You’s initially conceived Soul Array uses threads from his own soul, subtly matching the perils of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. If one accidentally falls in, even a True Immortal and God Realm could, in moments, experience the vicissitudes of a thousand reincarnations among the six paths, from the flowery elegance of the Heavenly Human Path, the oblivion of the Beast Path, the pathetic horror of the Hunger Ghost Path and Hell Path, to experiencing birth, aging, illness, death, pleasures, terrors, sadness, delights, and their own Divine Soul would be the fuel driving it all, layer by layer ground down. Primordial Spirits slightly weaker would immediately dissipate ethereally into the heavens.

This formation excels in catching people silently at first sight, but its drawback is the somewhat lengthy setup.

When Changtian discovered it, Yin Jiu You was only steps away from completion. He sighed, saying, "What a pity, just a tiny bit short."

Standing alongside this fellow is indeed nerve-wracking every second every minute. Changtian didn’t want to engage further with him. He didn’t even use the Nanming Lihuo Sword, only punched straight towards his face.

This punch appeared plain and unremarkable; aside from the sudden glint in his eyes and a faint gold flash across his fist, even the wind carried wasn’t strong, seemingly no stronger than a mortal boxer. In Yin Jiu You’s eyes, he could clearly see how Changtian threw the punch. But facing such an attack, he felt all his retreats were sealed together, feeling as if no matter how he dodged, he would solidly take this punch.

The saying goes, "The Dao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, three begets all things." If Yin Jiu You’s Soul Array is complex to the extreme, intricately exquisite, then Changtian’s punch is abandoning complexity for simplicity, tracing back to the origin, probing the extremity of pure, fundamental power! Just now, by the coffin, he was cautious, deliberately restraining his strength, only using Divine Skills against the enemy. But now, is there any reason to hold back? After all, this Flesh Furnace is destined to be destroyed by him!