Floating Immortal Order - Chapter 275: Planting Soul!

Driven by aimless curiosity, Zhang Duoyu followed the throng of cultivators toward the ruins of the Profound Sky Sword Sect, only to be met with a landscape of devastation. Corpses were piled high, which initially left him shocked. However, he quickly composed himself, becoming desensitized to the sight, and began searching among the bodies of Sea of Qi stage disciples, the most numerous among the dead.

His status as a poverty-stricken Dao Foundation stage cultivator from a small force meant he had no standing to contend with others for spiritual items and cultivation resources. Not only were the genius cultivators of his level formidable, but even Sea of Qi stage geniuses from large-scale forces, armed with just a single Magic Treasure, could easily eliminate him without effort.

The Sea of Qi stage disciples of the Profound Sky Sword Sect had clearly fallen to the lethal wide area-of-effect spells cast by the Divine Core stage Spirit Masters of the Dawndusk Daoist Alliance. The damage they were dealt was so severe that even many of their storage Spirit Tools were damaged, rendering their contents inaccessible.

“This pile of corpses is ours. Scram!” came a disdainful shout from nearby.

Raising his head, Zhang Duoyu saw several arrogant Sea of Qi stage disciples, each standing on their Magic Treasures, looking down at him with evident scorn. Despite their relatively low cultivation levels, these individuals were clearly from large-scale forces, far beyond what Zhang Duoyu could handle.

They even had Magic Treasures, which meant that if a confrontation arose, they would easily overpower Zhang Duoyu, who was a Dao Foundation stage cultivator.

Zhang Duoyu meekly nodded in agreement, the negative emotions and internal turmoil in him reaching its peak. He was filled with endless jealousy, grievances, killing intent, and rage, seemingly ready to erupt at any moment.

“Why must I endure this? Why am I such a good-for-nothing? Why is this world so unjust towards me!” he screamed internally.

Yet, he still held onto common sense and managed to suppress the brewing storm of emotions in him and turned to leave.

But after a few steps, he was suddenly struck from behind by an overwhelming force, causing him to spew blood as he was flung dozens of meters away. He landed on the stone steps at the edge of the Profound Sky Sword Sect’s territory.

“Worthless! Move faster next time, or you’ll really be courting death!” sneered a Sea of Qi stage genius, retracting his ring-shaped Magic Treasure as he spit venomously at Zhang Duoyu.

Zhang Duoyu’s eyes welled with tears of frustration and despair as he reached a hand out and took out a torn half of a silk handkerchief from his sleeve. “Wanting… the protective Spirit Tool that Wanting gave me…” he muttered.

This silk handkerchief was the only high-grade Spirit Tool he owned. It was a gift that Bi Wanting gave him several years ago, and was refined with Liu Yuan’s assistance.

“I’m truly worthless…” Despondent, Zhang Duoyu lay there, clutching the remnants of the Spirit Tool, murmuring to himself.

A Dao Foundation stage rogue cultivator descended nearby and saw his bizarre behavior. With a kick, he sent Zhang Duoyu flying. “Are you a dog? Why block the way if you’re not dead? Lunatic!”

Zhang Duoyu spat out another large mouthful of blood as several of his ribs broke. He landed among a pile of corpses belonging to some Sea of Qi stage disciples from the Profound Sky Sword Sect. He struggled to breath as he lay there dying.

If not for his solid Dao Foundation stage cultivation, that casual kick might have killed him.

Zhang Duoyu’s vision began to blur, but he suddenly thought of that scene at the Yang Pavilion Waterfall. He vividly recalled that girl he cared so much about being pressed beneath Bai Lang as she moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He thought of the distant, cold way that she treated him. Under the terrible situation he was in, his dark, negative emotions gathered within him, casting a shade of gray over his gaze.

As he lay there among the heap of corpses, he moved the remainder of his profound qi and clenched his hand, tearing it to pieces. With a venomous look towards the heavens, he swore, “Bai Lang, Bi Wanting, and the Higher Peace Sect, if I have a next life, I will imprison you all, torture you with the world’s cruelest methods and make you suffer for generations!”

Suddenly, the three suns were obscured by twisting space, filling his vision with dazzling violet and moon-white light. Clinging to his last breath, Zhang Duoyu forced his eyes wide open, witnessing a scene he had never seen in his life.

A youth in a moon-white robe with gilded edges materialized amidst the light, his long black hair cascading down his back. His gaze was cold, and violet light constantly swirled about him, making him exude an air of supreme nobility.

Relative to where Zhang Duoyu lay, he was only a few meters below this youth.

His cultivation base was deep and unfathomable, but just the aura around him allowed Zhang Duoyu to infer that this youth was at least at the peak Divine Core stage!

But what did that matter to him? The kick from that Dao Foundation stage rogue cultivator, even though it wasn’t full force, had shattered half of Zhang Duoyu’s Jianggong meridian, nearly shattering his profound law foundation. He had practically no chance for survival.

It wasn’t that Zhang Duoyu was too frail. He simply had no will to resist and already harbored a desire for death, making him vulnerable.

With a self-deprecating smile, Zhang Duoyu slowly closed his eyes, waiting as the last bits of his life ebbed away.

As Xu Disheng materialized into being, the Dawndusk Spiritual Essence appeared in his palm. After briefly sensing the direction of Shao Huangnian and the others, he prepared to step into the void.

But at that moment, the Soul Suppressing Evil Spirit skull in his sea of consciousness shrieked unusually, causing several derived mantras of Soul Song to emerge.

Initially, after the reconstruction of his body into an Immortal Body, he should have reached at least the level of a Clone Avatar stage Greater Lord. However, Xu Disheng’s soul, which was protected by the violet qi of the Immortal Race, remained unaffected, limiting him to only the peak Divine Core stage.

The process of fusing his Immortal Body, true spirit, and soul together was thus affected, causing him to stop at the peak Divine Core stage.

Xu Disheng previous appearance as a young man was nowhere to be seen, and he had now reverted to the appearance of a youth. With the construction of an Immortal Body, his features became exquisitely beautiful, almost to the pinnacle of male beauty. Even though his gaze remained indifferent, it now carried a will that could overturn all beings.

Even Red Lotus Great Lord from the Shangqing Sacred Sect, who was renowned for his looks, paled in comparison to the youthful Xu Disheng at this moment.

The first scripture of Soul Song was the Nurturing Soul Mantra. With Xu Disheng’s advancement to the peak Divine Core stage, a new derived mantra emerged, named the Implanting Soul Mantra.

The Soul Suppressing Evil Spirit skull, born from his cultivation of Soul Song, didn’t have its own autonomous consciousness. It could only passively listen to its master’s instincts. But now, the Implanting Soul Mantra could genuinely endow it with its own independent consciousness!

After selecting a being with a hint of the power of darkness in their soul, the Soul Suppressing Evil Spirit skull could be implanted, conferring them the mantras of Soul Song. Upon reaching the sixth mantra, Soul Division, half of their soul could be transformed into nourishment for the Soul Suppressing Evil Spirit skull, allowing it to develop its own consciousness and become a new entity.

With the Soul Suppressing Evil Spirit skull implanted, the implanted being could no longer rely on Soul Song to create another skull, nor could they use any spells or techniques independently of the implanted skull, leaving them no room for rebellion.

The sixth mantra, Soul Division, actually possessed multiple applications; this was merely one of them.

The Soul Suppressing Evil Spirit skull’s independent consciousness, born through the power of darkness, would at least be on par with a Clone Avatar stage Greater Lord!

The power of darkness, being one of the fundamental forces of the world, akin to the power of predestined fate, Immortal Force, Buddhist Power, and so on, was among the supreme, mystical energies of the world.

And the individual at Xu Disheng’s feet, who lay there on the brink of death, harbored a trace of the power of darkness within their soul!

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