Mysteries of Immortal Puppet Master

Chapter 1356: Chapter 535: Qi Fortune’s Self-Rescue

Ning Zhuo’s Qi Fortune arm, seemingly empty yet not, between illusion and reality. His arm was clearly more robust and solid than the last observation.

Especially before, the heavy array patterns were very noticeable, but now they have internalized into the lines on the arm and hand. Showing Ning Zhuo’s greater ease in wielding a certain skill, with deeper mastery.

The Star Cloud that the Qi Fortune arm previously held has vanished without a trace. But occasionally, one can still judge from the blue starlight flickering across Ning Zhuo’s arm markings—that which represents the Star Cloud Qi Fortune has fallen into Ning Zhuo’s hands, and he has profoundly mastered it.

"What vast opportunities this child has."

"But it’s a pity, he will die soon..."

The expressions of the three Supreme Family Elders were quite complex.

No matter how solid his Qi Fortune arm was, how much opportunity Ning Zhuo absorbed, how he strengthened, the external crisis he encountered this time was truly colossal.

The clouds transformed into a heavy pale coffin, already sealing Ning Zhuo’s entire Qi Fortune arm completely.

And the coffin lid was formed, just short of the final distance to cover it.

As for the previous paper Mo Yu, or the thorny vines, though still present, they pale in comparison to the coffin disaster, not worth mentioning.

"What kind of existence has this kid offended to be in such a dire situation?"

"Compared to this, other calamities are insignificant."

"He truly knows how to cause trouble."

The three Supreme Family Elders sighed deeply.

If Ning Zhuo saw this scene and heard the thoughts of the three Supreme Family Elders, he would undoubtedly feel deeply wronged.

He truly was innocent.

This time, he was caught in the crossfire. It aptly matched the old saying—a man sits at home, disaster comes from heaven.

Ning Zhuo also sensed the fatal killing intent looming in the dark.

His entire body was soaked, having asked over ten questions, each time prompting the Mechanical Ring’s contraction.

He already knew he was trapped in a besieged situation; no matter how he chose, it was a path to death.

"Then, what if I perform cremation on this Nascent Soul?"

Finally, Ning Zhuo asked the right question.

The Mechanical Ring stopped responding.

Ning Zhuo’s eyes suddenly brightened, quickly asking wrong questions to verify.

Indeed, the Mechanical Ring contracted again.

"I understand! I will cremate it!"

Cremation Prajna Spirit Liberation Sutra!

Without hesitation, Ning Zhuo immediately urged this marvelous technique.

As Ning Zhuo’s mana consumed, a flame fell upon the Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul shuddered violently, its entire body lines lighting up simultaneously, emitting a very light, very fine wail. That sound was like a baby crying, like a fledgling mourning, heart-wrenching to hear.

Ning Zhuo maintained a stoic face, forming seals with his hands, his speed unchanged.

The flame burned increasingly, changing from crimson to golden-red, from golden-red to pure gold, from pure gold to a glass-like transparency.

The blazing flame burned silently. Each flame tongue swaying in the air, sometimes rising swiftly, sometimes gently moving, as if an invisible hand were orchestrating them.

The flame’s dance was light and elegant, rippling with a Buddhist Sect’s halo. That halo was a faint golden color, warm and soft, like a thin veil covering the Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul’s body began to melt like melting snow, like a candle flowing, like morning mist dissipating.

Its pure white form gradually softened in the flame, deforming, and turning transparent. That layer of purple-black fog frantically surged, attempting to resist the flame’s incineration. But the flame was pervasive, stripping it layer by layer, devouring it layer by layer.

Suddenly, the Nascent Soul transformed, its entire body turning purple-black, while its surface rippled a layer of pure white halo.

A powerful burst of purple-black demonic qi erupted, ferocious and intense, like a wounded wild beast, struggling madly in the flame.

Ning Zhuo’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, feeling shocked: "What’s wrong with this Nascent Soul? On the surface, it’s a Righteous Path Nascent Soul, but it’s actually a Demon Cultivator? Impressive, I almost got deceived."

The Nascent Soul’s body began to crack, and the demonic qi that erupted manifested various human faces.

These human faces were wailing, cursing, raging; they were the imprints of resentment left after being devoured by the Demon Seed.

Seeing this, Ning Zhuo’s determination grew stronger: "This person is heavily murderous, even resorts to torture and slaughter, certainly not someone from the Righteous Sect."

The Nascent Soul’s will to survive was stronger than Ning Zhuo imagined.

All because the Blood Fog Demon Seed was the main material, transformed into a child, it occupied much more than both Confucian Golden Cores combined.

Throughout history, Demon Seeds have had a strong will to live.

Led by it, the transformed Demon Confucian Nascent Soul is naturally the same.

Thus, it unwillingly burns, unwillingly to vanish, desperately struggling and resisting.

Ning Zhuo continued forming seals with his hands, urging intensely, his will unwavering.

The flame continuously incinerated, ultimately burning away the purple-black demonic qi completely.

The Nascent Soul transformed again, becoming a Confucian Appearance.

It looked at Ning Zhuo, its gaze like recognizing an old acquaintance, sweeping around, suddenly revealing a relieved smile.

With a bow, it softly murmured: "Those of noble spirit, do not seek survival by harming righteousness, they may sacrifice themselves for righteousness."

As the words fell, its body abruptly disintegrated, no longer human-shaped. It rapidly melted, turning into a translucent liquid, slowly flowing in the flame.

The secondary consciousness had been eradicated, and Qin De’s primary consciousness was awakened by the intense pain of being burned by the flame.

He surveyed his surroundings, immediately feeling as if the sky had collapsed!

A moment ago, barely escaping the Shattered Void Turbulence, now buried in the fire field.

The golden-red flame, beautiful as glass, silent yet unbearably hot, burning away all that he had left.