Cultivating To Immortality

"..."

Song Yan, of course, knew he didn’t have that qualification.

However... from the very beginning, he never thought of refining any damned Spiritual Treasure.

He merely wanted to avenge the more than 840 Mortals and dozens of fellow Cultivators from the Six Major Sects who died unjustly in Shiguping... as well as the brief freedom he once lost.

Feeling his body gradually dissolving, Jin Tianya’s face was frozen in an expression of disbelief.

It wasn’t just him.

Outside Shiguping, everyone stared blankly as this scene unfolded.

"What did he do...?"

"He... killed Jin Tianya..."

Didn’t he want the Soul Transformation ink painting at all?!

Of course he wanted it.

But, didn’t Jin Tianya himself say he wasn’t qualified?

He couldn’t just hand the Spiritual Treasure over to Shen Yu, could he?

Song Yan didn’t have a habit of repaying evil with good.

In the distant sky, the phantom of the hell transformation diagram gradually faded, quickly disappearing.

The surging black ink suddenly seemed to lose its strength, falling from the sky and settling on the ground of Shiguping.

It gradually transformed into a giant painting.

"Hmm?"

The crowd outside the boundary murmured in confusion: "Is that the hell transformation diagram?"

"Master." Cong Yuzhen stood beside Fu Xiao and asked, "Could it be that Song Yan killed that demonic Cultivator’s soul, and this Spiritual Treasure returned to its original state?"

"No... that’s not right."

Fu Xiao frowned, first denying it, but then becoming somewhat uncertain.

"...I don’t know either."

"This Spiritual Treasure, from the very beginning, was not a Spiritual Artifact or Spiritual Treasure; it was merely a painting."

"It was only because it contained the insights of a Soul Transformation grand Cultivator into the Dao that it could trigger celestial phenomena."

"That demonic Cultivator forcibly refined himself with this Spiritual Treasure, and now he has been killed by that young man, so logically speaking..."

Before he finished speaking!

Jin Tianya’s body disintegrated inch by inch, completely dying.

At the same time, White Bone Mountain finally began to collapse.

Song Yan, in his white robe, stood fluttering in the wind, showing no sign of panic.

As White Bone Mountain collapsed, a gap appeared in the very center of the entire painting.

Almost as soon as it appeared, countless cracks appeared at the edges of the gap, rapidly extending outwards!

"What’s happening?"

Liu Ciming’s face showed some panic; he looked at the scene: "Why is the Spiritual Treasure cracking?!"

In fact, everyone saw it.

Because in just the blink of an eye, countless dense, crisscrossing cracks had already extended to the edges, covering the entire painting.

Everyone’s gaze was focused here.

For a certain moment, this world was incredibly quiet.

"Boom—"

The next moment, the painting shattered with a roar!

The entire painting broke into dozens of streaks of black ink, flying into the sky and disappearing in a blink of an eye.

One of them, at an extremely fast speed, drilled into Song Yan’s palm.

The black ink transformed into a jade jue.

Song Yan felt a cool sensation in his palm and hid it within his wide sleeve.

At this moment, Shiguping finally returned to its original appearance.

However, this entire mountain village was now desolate and lonely, with only Song Yan remaining.

No Mortals could have survived such a catastrophe.

All 846 people in Shiguping perished.

"..."

The crowd outside the boundary was incredibly quiet.

Now that the Spiritual Treasure was shattered and dispersed, the dust had truly settled.

"Song Yan! May you die a horrible death!"

Shen Yu watched as the Spiritual Treasure, which was almost within his grasp, shattered, and all his efforts went to waste, finally erupting with countless emotions.

He was furious: "Today, you shall not live!!"

Cong Yuzhen was about to speak, but saw Fu Xiao step forward: "Elder Shen, it was your Profound Origin Sect Disciple who first attacked him earlier."

"Now, in order to protect himself, he destroyed the Spiritual Treasure, and this old woman believes that is perfectly justifiable."

Fu Xiao sneered inwardly.

The Profound Origin Sect has been accustomed to throwing its weight around for so many years; each of them regards himself as the local emperor of this Chu Kingdom.

Now that Song Yan had ruined his good deed, Fu Xiao felt very pleased.

Shen Yu stared at Fu Xiao with a gloomy expression: "Elder Fu, are you saying you want to side with the Cave Abyss Sect?"

As soon as these words were uttered, there was an uproar.

By this point, the demonic Cultivators of the Yellow Springs Path, led by Liu Ciming, who had initially been as distraught as if their parents had died, had no reason to stay here.

But seeing that the Six Major Sects seemed to be having internal strife, they and the Corpse Bone Abyss remained in place.

Buzz—

Before Fu Xiao could reply, a violent spiritual energy fluctuation suddenly appeared in the field!

Everyone looked in that direction, only to see three streaks of spiritual light floating above Xu Ziqing’s head.

Like three petals.

A powerful aura erupted from within them, startling even the demonic Cultivators of the Yellow Springs Path and the Yao Race of the Corpse Bone Abyss.

What kind of secret technique was this?!

Shen Yu also hadn’t expected it; he quickly unleashed his spiritual energy to protect his body.

Veins bulged on his forehead: "Xu Ziqing! Are you crazy?!"

He was genuinely afraid that this person would suddenly try to fight him to the death.

"Shen Huai, a Disciple of the Profound Origin Sect, attempted to assassinate Song Yan, a Disciple of the Cave Abyss Sect, within the trapped array."

Xu Ziqing’s voice was devoid of emotion.

"The assassination failed, and he was killed instead."

"An Elder of the Profound Origin Sect, failing to seize the Spiritual Treasure, attempted to kill a Disciple of our Sect."

"All the Cultivators of the Six Sects present witnessed it."

He suddenly waved his sleeve, pointing to the demonic Cultivators and the Yao Race not far away: "Even the demons can testify!"

Demons testifying?!

Everyone, including the demons themselves, felt a sense of absurdity.

What exactly was this person’s background?

Seeing Song Yan survive, Xu Ziqing was both relieved and disappointed.

Relieved that his Disciple hadn’t died, but disappointed that there wasn’t a sufficient reason to kill Shen Yu here.

Fortunately, Song Yan had also killed a Profound Origin Sect Disciple in the process.

"Unreasonable!"

Shen Yu roared in anger, his chest heaving uncontrollably in his fury.

The monks of Huadu Temple never participated in disputes between Sects.

The Spirit Talisman Sect had also gradually distanced itself from their Profound Origin Sect not long ago, likely adopting a neutral stance.

Among the Six Major Sects, only Hanging Sword Mountain was on good terms with his Profound Origin Sect.

The Sheyang Sect was now truly siding with the Cave Abyss Sect.

Even if he and the others from Hanging Sword Mountain killed these few people, they would surely suffer heavy casualties.

And on the side, there were still demons lurking.

Shen Yu took a deep breath, his expression softening, but his eyes remained cold and venomous: "I hope the Cave Abyss Sect remembers what happened today."

"If not for the presence of demonic Cultivators and the Yao Race, we would surely punish you severely."

"What kind of thing are you?"

Xu Ziqing raised an eyebrow: "To even dare to utter the words ’severely punish,’ it truly makes one laugh their teeth off."

"You..."

"Enough." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Fu Xiao intervened at the right time, stopping their conversation: "The demons are still here; even if there are any grudges, let’s put them aside for now."

However, the demonic Cultivators of the Yellow Springs Path were extraordinarily decisive; seeing that the Cultivators of the Six Sects still wouldn’t fight, Liu Ciming quickly conjured a precious talisman and crushed it.

A giant spiritual energy array slowly unfolded, enveloping the demonic Cultivators within it.

Spatial fluctuations began to subtly appear around them... "Not good."

The first to sense trouble was, surprisingly, Demon Ape Hu Rifei of the Corpse Bone Abyss.