Chapter 868 - 492: Formless Soul-Severing

Zou Feng felt there was no point in trying to resuscitate him anymore; the man might as well just leave his last words.

Although he knew it was hopeless, Wang Yu was on his deathbed, and Zou Feng couldn’t bear to dash his hopes completely. Instead, he hurriedly took out various elixirs, attempting to prolong Wang Yu’s life.

Unexpectedly, an Eternal Life Pill worth tens of thousands of Immortal Fate points was stuffed into Wang Yu’s mouth, only to slip out from his severed waist a moment later.

Under normal circumstances, even if a person’s body was split in half, the elixir would immediately melt and be absorbed upon entering their mouth. However, Wang Yu was unable to absorb the medicinal efficacy, further proving he was beyond saving.

Watching the elixir roll out, both of their expressions turned slightly awkward.

Eventually, Zou Feng let out a long sigh. "Elder Wang, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, just say them. If it’s within my power, I will definitely help you accomplish them!"

"Are you... trying to get me to entrust my wife and children to you?" Wang Yu looked at Zou Feng with a gaze full of extreme distrust.

A cultivator who had far too many Dao Companions and wouldn’t even spare the Demon Race naturally inspired caution in such matters.

The initially melancholic atmosphere was instantly ruined. However, out of respect for the dying, Zou Feng suppressed his urge to argue. "Elder Wang, time is running out!"

To his surprise, Wang Yu still had no intention of leaving his final words. Instead, he said helplessly, "Forget it. It seems I can only switch to being a Ghost Cultivator..."

Before his voice could fade, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner had already been summoned back by him, hovering above the Holy Lotus.

"Younger Brother Zou, while I am stabilizing my Divine Soul, I’ll have to trouble you to keep the Ten Thousand Souls Banner safe for me!

"If you need to use this banner, feel free to do so. Just don’t summon me out to be cannon fodder..."

Time was of the essence. Upon saying this, a faint phantom of a Divine Soul emerged from Wang Yu’s body and swiftly flew into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner was Wang Yu’s Lifebound Magical Artifact. It made complete sense for him to enter it to nourish his Divine Soul and then disguise himself as a Ghost Cultivator.

Zou Feng hadn’t had any acquaintances who did this before, so he hadn’t immediately realized that Wang Yu could choose to become a Ghost Cultivator to cling to life.

Of course, it was a desperate move. By becoming a Ghost Cultivator, he had survived, but his future path of cultivation was essentially cut off. He had never heard of anyone reaching the Divinity Transformation Realm relying solely on a Divine Soul.

In fact, never mind the Divinity Transformation Realm; just maintaining his original Nascent Soul Middle Stage without regressing would be considered a blessing. In the future, Wang Yu could only hope to find a suitable opportunity to undergo Reincarnation Rebirth.

Once Wang Yu’s Divine Soul completely sank into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, a ghost-fire-like mark appeared on the back of Zou Feng’s left hand.

This was clearly Wang Yu transferring the usage rights of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to him. Without this mark, there was naturally no way for Zou Feng to use the Lifebound Magical Artifact of a Nascent Soul Cultivator. Unless, of course, he was willing to spend several years patiently and slowly refining the item.

Originally, apart from the Treasure Lotus Lamp, Zou Feng had no intention of refining any Magical Treasure. But for now, at least, having an extra Ten Thousand Souls Banner would be quite convenient in many situations.

Besides, this could be considered a comrade entrusting him with his final affairs, leaving Zou Feng with absolutely no chance to refuse.

In that case... he would just use it temporarily.

Right as Zou Feng stored away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, a terrifying spatial tremor echoed from nearby. Following the sound of collapsing space, a faceless visage materialized in the void.

However, as Zou Feng looked at this face, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was sizing him up in return.

It was obvious that the Wuxiang Emperor had failed his earlier sneak attack and was still unwilling to give up even now. However, the Supreme Elder who had just arrived must have suppressed him, making it so that despite his reluctance, the Wuxiang Emperor didn’t dare to strike again.

The faceless visage in the void quickly disappeared.

"So the Wuxiang Emperor is nothing more than this! You only dare to ambush juniors, yet you lack the courage to exchange a few more moves with this old man?"

The taunting voice of the Supreme Elder followed shortly after. Yet, the Wuxiang Emperor made no response, retreating with absolute resolve.

A moment later, Zou Feng’s vision blurred, and a middle-aged man in an earthy-yellow Daoist robe appeared before him. Zou Feng naturally recognized this person. It was none other than Liu Changming, the Supreme Elder who had accompanied them on this campaign to attack the Dubhe Divine Domain.

"Hmph!"

Seeing no further trace of the Wuxiang Emperor, Liu Changming let out a heavy, cold snort. However, right after snorting, Liu Changming stumbled and violently coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Elder Liu!?"

This sight naturally gave Zou Feng a scare. It turned out Liu Changming had just been forcing himself to hold on; his earlier mockery was nothing more than a bluff to scare off the Wuxiang Emperor.

"Quick, help me inside... Don’t let that scoundrel look back and realize something’s wrong..." Liu Changming said frantically.

Zou Feng hurriedly stepped forward and supported Liu Changming into the room as quickly as possible.

"Is the Wuxiang Emperor really that powerful?" Zou Feng couldn’t help but ask once they were inside.

The Wuxiang Emperor’s strike this time could be considered quite fruitful. First, he had crippled Wang Yu, and then he had inflicted considerable injuries on the Supreme Elder who was supposed to be the rescuer. Finally, he had managed to retreat completely unscathed...

Had Zou Feng not cultivated the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the losses would likely have been far more disastrous.

By now, Liu Changming’s complexion had recovered slightly. "The Skills cast by this beast were too sinister. I was careless..."

This was clearly just an excuse to save face. In Zou Feng’s eyes, even if Liu Changming hadn’t been careless, he probably wouldn’t have been able to do anything to the Wuxiang Emperor anyway.

Thinking of this, Zou Feng finally found the time to check the List of Gods. A gleaming golden name had appeared on it: Wu Ming.

"The Wuxiang Emperor’s surname isn’t Gongyang? He’s a clan member from outside the family?" Zou Feng wondered.

After a moment of slight confusion, Zou Feng stopped caring. The man was already on the List anyway, and with the army of the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect bearing down on them, it wouldn’t be long before this guy was sent to the afterlife.

Although Liu Changming had proven unreliable, it didn’t mean that no one in the Immortal Sect’s expeditionary force could handle the Wuxiang Emperor. Especially Vice Sect Leader Xu Xiongda. Even though they had only exchanged a few simple words up close, and Xu Xiongda hadn’t released any astonishing aura during that time, to Zou Feng, Xu Xiongda’s strength was incredibly pure.

He was the type who obviously didn’t rely on flashy Divine Skills; he was simply overwhelmingly strong through absurdly high physical attributes. Later chats with the Undying Master had confirmed this.

Xu Xiongda was actually the leading figure among the Body Refining Cultivators of the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect. He was someone who, even when restricting his strength to the Nascent Soul Realm, had once beaten Ma Qianqin to tears.

In terms of Compatibility, he was the ultimate natural counter to an assassin like the Wuxiang Emperor. After all, no matter how unexpected and impossible to guard against the Wuxiang Emperor’s sneak attacks were, if he faced Xu Xiongda, it was highly questionable whether he could even break his defenses.

It should be known that in his early years, Xu Xiongda had a nickname: the Wall of Sighs!

"Don’t worry about me anymore. Continue the siege!" After recovering slightly, Liu Changming signaled for Zou Feng to leave and get back to business.

There was really nothing Zou Feng could do for an injured Divinity Transformation Realm cultivator. If Liu Changming had been poisoned, he might have tried detoxifying him.

Giving a bow, Zou Feng walked out of the room.

Although the Ten Thousand Souls Banner had been put away, the Xuanwu Paradise was still continuously exerting its might. Zhao Feixiong, Su Qingyu, and the others were still executing the Dancing Universe inside the Xuanwu Paradise, amplifying its power.

Meanwhile, in the city under siege, many of the cultivators who were still stubbornly resisting could no longer bear it and had started dancing along.

Dancing along with the Xuanwu Paradise was like a highly contagious disease. Once someone nearby fell victim to it, the rest would find it increasingly difficult to hold on, eventually plunging uncontrollably into the abyss of art.

As soon as more cultivators started dancing, the City Defense Array they were collectively maintaining would lose its energy supply.

Seeing more and more cultivators in the city getting "infected," Zou Feng decided to take the lead in dancing, aiming to deal a fatal blow to the city’s defenders.

But just as he leaped to the front of the Xuanwu Paradise, three figures dashed out of the city at breakneck speed, charging toward him in unison.

Clearly, the three Nascent Soul Realm experts in the city realized that if things continued this way, they would just be waiting for death. So, they decided to risk it all and launch a desperate, life-and-death counterattack.

These three Nascent Soul Realm cultivators naturally knew that the Wuxiang Emperor had been there and presumably dealt with the cultivator wielding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Although Zou Feng looked unharmed, he surely must have sustained some injuries.

Thus, this was their only chance.