Chapter 940: More Dominant Than the Mist of Red Luan

Chapter 940: Chapter 940: More Dominant Than the Mist of Red Luan

"Stop, let me handle Zhong Shan alone!" Burning Lamp cried out in despair. He couldn't afford any more chaos; another disruption and he would surely fall back to the Ancient Immortal realm.

Burning Lamp's words were exactly what Sima Yuan and the leader of the Purple Cloud Sect wanted to hear.

Sima Yuan didn't dare move, frustrated that Yellow Dragon seemed on the verge of collapse. The distant yellow mist was too far away, making it extremely difficult to absorb.

The leader of the Purple Cloud Sect was equally frustrated. Every encounter with Zhong Shan resulted in his misfortune. His spear had just broken, and attacking Zhong Shan again with a shield seemed absurd.

As Burning Lamp prepared to eliminate Zhong Shan alone, Zhong Shan wasn't idle. A torrent of dark energy surged from his Emperor's Diagram, engulfing the surroundings. The entire area turned blood red, and endless ghosts screamed in torment within the dark energy.

Zhong Shan knew that after the sinister eye's display, Yellow Dragon, Burning Lamp, and the leader of the Purple Cloud Sect were surrounded by misfortune. While their strength hadn't decreased, they were under a significant omen of bad luck. He needed to stall for time—the longer he delayed, the worse their luck would become.

The overwhelming dark energy flooded the area, completely obscuring the entire mountain and blocking the powerhouses' vision. Zhong Shan swiftly moved towards the Qiankun Cauldron, intending to take it and leave quickly.

"Trying to escape?" Burning Lamp roared.

He thrust his hand out, and a wave of red energy formed in the void, pressing towards Zhong Shan, forcibly dispersing the dark energy.

Zhong Shan's expression changed. The Emperor's Diagram unfolded rapidly, and the severely injured Eight Extremes Heavenly Tail re-emerged, barely recovered, and the four Immortal Execution Swords met the attack head-on.

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

Burning Lamp now commanded the power of the heavenly way. Under its might, everything was an illusion.

The dark energy exploded, scattering. The four Immortal Execution Swords of the Eight Extremes Heavenly Tail bent under the impact, nearly breaking. The red energy struck the Eight Extremes Heavenly Tail, causing it to tremble violently, almost shattering. Zhong Shan managed to retract it into his Niwan Palace at the last moment, preventing it from being obliterated.

Even so, the Eight Extremes Heavenly Tail was now critically injured, barely hanging on.

Although the red energy diminished significantly, it still aggressively impacted the Emperor's Diagram.

With a loud noise, most of it was transmitted to the netherworld, but a powerful shockwave still reached Zhong Shan through the Emperor's Diagram.

The tremor of the heavenly way was terrifying. Even a small amount was too much for Zhong Shan to withstand.

Demonic Body Tempering! Seventh Layer!

"Rumble!"

Zhong Shan reached his strongest state, but even then, the tremor from the heavenly way was too much for him. His bones creaked as if they were all breaking.

With sheer willpower, Zhong Shan forced himself to stay upright, staring coldly at Burning Lamp.

Since the dawn of time, Zhong Shan had never been this severely injured!

Zhong Shan was hurt, but Burning Lamp was in worse shape. Using the power of the heavenly way while his realm was unstable caused him to be repelled by the heavenly way, shaking his realm even more.

Burning Lamp's face turned pale, realizing he couldn't move anymore. Another strike would definitely push him back to the Ancient Immortal realm.

The difference between the Ancient Immortal and Ancestral Immortal realms might seem like just one step, but Burning Lamp had been stuck at this level for hundreds of thousands of years, reincarnating three times before finally breaking through. Was he really going to fall back again?

At that moment, a surge of peach-colored energy rushed into Zhong Shan's body.

As soon as it entered, Zhong Shan's body turned a bright red. This energy was more domineering than the Red Luan Mist. What was this?

Zhong Shan was slightly alarmed as the peach-colored energy surged into his mind, rapidly repairing the depletion of the Red Luan Lotus at his brow and pushing the evolution of the Red Luan Mist.

Zhong Shan suddenly realized that this peach-colored energy had a significant effect on his Red Luan Heavenly Scripture.

At the eighth level of the Red Luan Heavenly Scripture, Zhong Shan had tried everything to make it break through, but to no avail. Now, it seemed he had found the opportunity.

Zhong Shan felt a surge of joy but knew he had to escape the 'Trapped Dragon Formation' as soon as possible; otherwise, Sima Yuan would surely find him.

After only a short time inside the cauldron, Zhong Shan emerged again, carrying the Qiankun Cauldron and flying rapidly towards the distance.

However, the peach-colored energy could only repair the depletion of the Red Luan Lotus and not his injuries. As soon as he left the cauldron, the yellow mist began to erode his body once more. Unable to bear it, he would re-enter the cauldron, then emerge again when he felt slightly better, continuing this cycle as he flew westward.

Zhong Shan knew of an exit from the Trapped Dragon Formation—Sima Zongheng's location.

The Trapped Dragon Formation was like a miniature world, a seemingly sealed environment extending from heaven to earth, forming a large circular space.

In a valley, the depowered Sima Zongheng lay on a large boulder, filled with frustration. He had already vomited a liter of blood, his face pale from blood loss, staring at a hundred-zhang-wide tear in the formation.

"Patriarch, you must succeed; otherwise, I, Zongheng, will bear the blame for this!" Sima Zongheng weakly murmured.

The formation could still function, and Sima Zongheng held onto a sliver of hope that the tear wasn't significant.

As Sima Zongheng continued to pray, a figure suddenly flew out of the tear.

It was Zhong Shan! Carrying a large cauldron, he leisurely floated out.

"The Qiankun Cauldron!" Sima Zongheng cried out.

At that moment, Sima Zongheng realized that something major had gone wrong. This small tear had ruined the Patriarch's grand plan. The Qiankun Cauldron had just floated out right in front of him, but Sima Zongheng was powerless, a failure for which he couldn't escape the blame even in death.

Another mouthful of blood surged up his chest, but he forced it back down.

Seeing Zhong Shan's speed, Sima Zongheng suddenly realized Zhong Shan was severely injured. Such a slow pace indicated extreme injury. In his previous state, Sima Zongheng could have crushed him with a finger and taken the Qiankun Cauldron.

Watching the cauldron float away, Sima Zongheng couldn't hold back any longer.

"Puh!" "Puh!"

A series of blood vomits later, Sima Zongheng weakly closed his eyes, drawing his last breath.

Thus, Sima Zongheng became the first immortal to die from excessive blood loss, a story that would surely become a laughingstock among other cultivators if discovered.

Zhong Shan flew out of the Trapped Dragon Formation, but fearing detection by other powerhouses, he didn't fly too far. Finding a secluded valley outside the danger zone, he hid with the Qiankun Cauldron, setting up several formations before quickly retreating into the cauldron.

As soon as he entered, two delicate bodies entwined around him, pulling him deeper into the Qiankun Cauldron.