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Chapter 177: Falling Immortal Realm Heart Refining

As for Zhang Qianmo and Song Hesong, one was at the late Foundation Establishment stage, and the other at the middle Golden Core stage. Although Zhang Qianmo's cultivation level was lower, the cultivation technique he practiced was far more exquisite than Song Hesong's. Furthermore, his magical artifact was vastly superior to his opponent's. Thus, for a time, the two were locked in an evenly matched battle.

Meanwhile, Li Fan was slowly gaining the upper hand. The situation seemed to be developing in a way that favored the two cultivators from the Zixiao Sect.

"Brother Song, the situation seems a bit grim!" shouted one of the attackers围攻 Li Fan.

"Fellow Daoist Song, don't hesitate! Quickly activate the great formation!" Chu Liang also cried out.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Song Hesong's face, then a trace of ferocity appeared. He rapidly retreated, and his blood-red longsword transformed into a large bell, engulfing Zhang Qianmo. A look of madness flashed in his eyes as he clapped his hands towards Ningyuan City below. Immediately, screams and cries of mortals echoed from within Ningyuan City.

Li Fan saw countless blood-red malevolent auras, almost substantial, surge skyward and gather beside Song Hesong. Within the bloody light, there were countless pained and twisted human faces. Song Hesong grasped this mass of blood-red energy and poured it into the bloody great bell. Countless human faces wailed as they surged towards Zhang Qianmo.

Zhang Qianmo's expression changed. He manifested a purple aura to protect himself, attempting to block them, but it was useless. One by one, the blood-red faces rushed into Zhang Qianmo's mind, and he instantly froze on the spot, his facial expression constantly shifting. Sometimes he showed pain, other times a bizarre smile.

Seeing that Zhang Qianmo was temporarily trapped, Song Hesong turned his gaze towards Li Fan. Li Fan inwardly thought, "This is bad." However, Chu Liang and the other two intensified their attacks desperately, holding Li Fan back and preventing his escape. Song Hesong arrived in an instant.

One middle Golden Core stage and three late Foundation Establishment stage cultivators. Under their combined assault, Li Fan only held on for a moment before suffering severe injuries.

"It seems this first exploration trip into the Immortal Fallen Realm is about to end here."

As his injuries worsened and his consciousness blurred, illusory whispers seemed to reach his ears. Faint murmurs, rustling sounds. Sometimes rapid, sometimes gentle. Like wails, or roars. But he couldn't distinguish their specific content.

Soon after, Li Fan could no longer resist. Song Hesong's colossal blood-red palm slammed down on Li Fan's head. "Bang!" Li Fan's head burst open like a watermelon.

With his body destroyed, ordinarily, Li Fan should have returned to the real world at this point. But… he fell into a peculiar state. His remaining core of divine consciousness, like a black hole, slowly devoured Li Chen, who served as his physical body. There were no residual memories of Li Chen; only a pure surge of divine consciousness energy was gradually absorbed by Li Fan.

The noise in his ears grew louder. The soft whispers turned into unspeakable roars. Negative emotions like anger, fear, and sorrow surged like a tsunami in an instant, threatening to engulf Li Fan. But Li Fan's mind remained as unmoving as a seaside reef. Because what was driving all of this was precisely what Li Fan had diligently cultivated since the moment he embarked on the path of immortality: the Profound Yellow Heart Refining Incantation.

After entering the Immortal Fallen Realm, the Heart Refining Incantation had quietly lain dormant, showing no special effects. But it was only after the physical body of Li Chen was destroyed that it began to operate spontaneously and frantically. Like a giant millstone, it ground down the power that made up Zixiao Sect's Li Chen, transforming it into the purest nourishment, revitalizing Li Fan's mind. Although Li Chen died, Li Fan's divine consciousness was slowly growing stronger. A brand new divine consciousness avatar, belonging solely to Li Fan, was brewing beneath Li Chen's headless corpse.

Li Fan remained calm and unruffled, his heart without a ripple. He coldly observed the surrounding "plot" continue to unfold.

Song Hesong collected the storage ring from Li Fan's hand, then let the corpse fall from high in the sky. He then turned his head to look at Zhang Qianmo, who was trapped inside the bloody great bell. "This person's will is surprisingly tenacious. To be able to endure for so long under the 'Myriad Beings Soul Refining Formation,' which sacrificed tens of thousands of mortals..." Song Hesong sighed. "Unfortunately, the more extraordinary you are, the more you must die today!"

Song Hesong slapped Ningyuan City below a few more times. The bloody light composed of countless human faces surged towards Zhang Qianmo once more. His face immediately grew even more twisted and horrifying. Several large tumors bulged on his forehead, seeming to move and squirm as if alive.

"Pfft!" One tumor burst open, instantly blowing a large hole in Zhang Qianmo's head. After that, it was like a chain reaction. The several tumors on Zhang Qianmo's head exploded one after another. Half of his head vanished. At this moment, Zhang Qianmo's aura was like a flickering candle in the wind, threatening to extinguish at any moment. But some unknown power within him miraculously kept him alive. Even with only a small portion of his head remaining, he stubbornly clung to life.

"What's going on?" Chu Liang exclaimed, losing his voice.

"It seems this fellow harbors a great secret," Song Hesong said, his face gloomy. He glared at Zhang Qianmo and said viciously, "Even so, you're a turtle in a jar now. I refuse to believe you can turn the tables!"

Beams of red light shot out from the bloody great bell, piercing Zhang Qianmo's body. The red lights, like intersecting blades, flashed rapidly. In an instant, Zhang Qianmo was sliced into countless pieces of flesh.

"After all this, I refuse to believe you're still alive!" Song Hesong sneered. Chu Liang and the others also let out a sigh of relief. But before long, their faces gradually turned pale. Because... they discovered that Zhang Qianmo's aura still hadn't vanished!

"What the hell! What kind of demonic art does he cultivate?!" Song Hesong finally showed a look of terror.

"Fire! Use fire!" At this moment, Chu Liang shouted.

Song Hesong formed a hand seal, and a ball of red flame appeared beneath the pile of shattered flesh. Under the scorching heat, the flesh and blood turned to ash. But within this ball of flame, one thing always remained. No matter how intense the flames were, it could not be destroyed. It was a purple Golden Core.

"A Golden Core? Wasn't he at the Foundation Establishment stage? How could he form a Golden Core within his body?" This scene clearly surpassed the understanding of Song Hesong and the others; all their faces changed color. In his fear, Song Hesong used every spell at his disposal, launching attacks at the purple Golden Core. But no matter what, he couldn't budge the Golden Core in the slightest. He also found it impossible to put it into a storage ring. Because Zhang Qianmo's aura still lingered upon it. In fact, it was growing increasingly vibrant.

"This is precisely why you rogue cultivators, without proper lineages or classical teachings," Zhang Qianmo's cold voice emanated from the Golden Core, "even if you learn some new techniques, you only have an empty cultivation level. How can you possibly compare to orthodox sects like us?"

The Golden Core immediately burst forth with brilliant light, forcing back the flames. A body slowly formed from within the light. The light receded, transforming into clothing.

"I told you, today I will surely kill you!" Zhang Qianmo looked at Song Hesong and said coldly.

Song Hesong began to tremble all over. He continuously slapped downwards, and amidst the screams of countless mortals, streaks of bloody light formed tangible ribbons, surging towards Zhang Qianmo. Song Hesong himself, however, ignored the trembling Chu Liang and the others, transforming into a streak of bloody light and fleeing into the distance.

Zhang Qianmo stepped out, transforming into a bolt of purple lightning, arriving before his opponent despite starting later. He appeared before the bloody light. Song Hesong hadn't anticipated such speed; unable to dodge in time, he crashed head-on.

"Boom!" Amidst the violent collision, Song Hesong seemed to lose control of himself. Zhang Qianmo extended his right hand, gripped Song Hesong's neck, and lifted him up.

"Traitor, die!" Zhang Qianmo declared. A bolt of purple lightning descended from the heavens, striking Zhang Qianmo fiercely. He remained unharmed in the lightning, but Song Hesong, whom he held, let out a shriek and then died.

Zhang Qianmo looked at Chu Liang and the others, who were fleeing in three different directions in the distance. He let out a cold laugh. He lightly tapped his finger. Three bolts of purple lightning struck in response. Their auras vanished, and three dark specks fell from the sky. Zhang Qianmo paid them no further mind.

"To be forced to such an extent..." "The New Method..." A contemplative look appeared on his face. Then, as if sensing something, he flew down to the ground. There, the corpse that had belonged to his junior brother, Li Chen, had already melted away like a candle. Zhang Qianmo discovered that beneath the mere layer of skin that remained, there was another, entirely unfamiliar person who was awakening.

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