Chapter 113: Unyielding Storms, Forging the Godless

"This, this... the master possesses an immortal body; does he still need to relieve himself? If this celestial herb gets dampened by his waste, wouldn't it become a spirit?" Jia Youke clamored, intending to follow, but Xiong Laosan roared from within the earring: "Don't get in the way of the senior's business! Look at where he is clutching his chest—that is the center point where the demonic parasite is nested. Let's hurry back and set up a horse pen; this Uncle Ma must be served like a lord!"

"Served like a lord?" Jia Youke muttered indignantly, following closely behind the Antuo. Inside the earring, Xiong Laosan had Yue Qi beg Long Yi to let a small cloud emerge from the back of his head to observe the activity within.

Because this "Cloudless" technique was used, not only could he see the other party, but the other party could also see him.

Upon noticing this, Wuyun displayed no expression. He walked and stopped, circled a few times, entered several arrays, and then dived into the ground, arriving at a dim cavern.

The cavern was bright, with flames tracing patterns across all four walls. A great demon, possessing the body of a lizard but the head of a pangolin, appeared. The moment it saw Wuyun, its mouth opened—no tongue was seen—and then, Wuyun vanished.

Wuyun was encased in a space that felt like a compressed air pocket. The immense pressure was unbearable. Had he not possessed the True Word Manifestation technique, he might have been able to cast some immortal arts, but now—

"Fire, come forth!"

Wuyun called out twice in succession, and flames formed from his chest. This was the Nine-Fold True Fire, channeled into another dimension. Using this fire, he tried to burn the light-ropes binding him, only to discover that he could only burn the parts above his head and chest. The limbs that Jia Youke had grafted onto him would turn to ash if touched by the fire.

But this did not stump Wuyun. The flames rapidly shifted, moving to the very top of his head, appearing like a human-shaped candle.

From the moment the flame appeared to the moment it was extinguished—a mere second—Wuyun was spat out by the great demon. Moreover, the demon was now on the verge of death, its soul withered and cracked, showing signs of disintegration.

A great demon at the early stage of the Profound Immortal realm was dying!

"A fine treasure!"

After Long Yun regained his freedom, a voice of admiration echoed in the tunnel. The Dragon Driver appeared abruptly.

The Dragon Driver seen earlier had been draped in a windbreaker with a dragon-head totem and belts adorned with numerous flood dragons. Now, he wore a garment of a hundred-beast totem, with over a hundred bottles, jars, and containers hanging from his waist.

"Are you a clone of the Dragon Driver?" Wuyun’s eyes brightened. He saw through the reality and the artifice, shaking his head as he said: "Forced fate-altering, using a Hundred-Change Insect as your second clone—truly, you seek only the most powerful methods!"

The Dragon Driver nodded, praising him: "Fellow Daoist’s beast-taming techniques are exquisite, and your insight is even broader. Hand over the legacy you know, and I shall spare your life. Choose: will you be a slave or a servant?"

"Secrets? What secrets could I have? Everything I know was told to me by the clouds in the sky." Wuyun, completely fearless, spoke these words nonchalantly while watching the other man grind the aforementioned lizard into fine dust and mud, only to knead it back into the shape of the lizard.

With the injection of a soul, the mud sculpture came vividly to life as if by a breath, returning to its previous state before being placed in a bowl and tucked back into his waist.

Wuyun clapped in applause: "A clever trick indeed. Refining the soul but not the body—the soul is immortal and indestructible. You must still have his master soul in your possession, don't you?"

The Dragon Driver's face turned solemn. This was the secret of his sect, a core mystery that one could not know until reaching the Profound Immortal realm.

Furthermore, they were sworn to never reveal it. How did this Wuyun know?

The more mysteries he couldn't fathom, the more curious he became. The Dragon Driver felt an itch in his heart, desperate to capture Wuyun, crack open his head, and extract his memories and soul.

"Wind and clouds cannot hinder, creating the godless!" the Dragon Driver shouted. Instead of launching a powerful attack, he threw a blue-and-yellow bottle from his waist.

The bottle, originally over two meters long, grew continuously. By the time it reached ten meters, it exploded, and a creature that was neither ghost nor beast sprang out—a bizarre thing that looked like a blur of fragmented memories.

Most eerily, wherever this monster grinned, ten cubic meters of space at that location would vanish into thin air.

"You have a powerful fire-attribute immortal artifact protecting your body, or perhaps seven or eight folds of True Fire. My beloved demonic beast is specifically designed to deal with existences like you."

As he spoke, the phantom monster grinned at Wuyun repeatedly. It grinned dozens of times, expanding the tunnel by hundreds of meters, yet it still hadn't captured him.

The Dragon Driver was smug, watching Wuyun dash and leap; this was the atmosphere he desired. Once he had watched enough and grown bored, he snapped his fingers. The phantom monster transformed into a convex mirror and shone it upon Wuyun’s location. Instantly, Wuyun vanished.

Within the body of the phantom monster, Wuyun’s figure appeared, a flame still flickering above his head, unable to cause any damage.

The Dragon Driver was exceptionally satisfied and pulled out another precious bottle. This type of demonic beast was extremely troublesome to use; once released, it had to be suppressed again with a sixth-grade immortal artifact. Moreover, the materials for these special bottles were extremely precious, and he was reluctant to use them unless facing a formidable enemy.

Just as he prepared to store the beast away, it suddenly took on Wuyun's appearance. This puzzled the Dragon Driver. This beast only devoured bodies while leaving the soul intact; why had it taken Wuyun's form?

He touched another jar at his waist, clutched in his palm; if this beast couldn't be subdued, he would have to pay a steeper price.

The monster, having taken Wuyun’s form, gradually solidified. Everything was slowly absorbed by Wuyun’s chest and head, and he regretfully explained: "A strange beast; this must be one of the beasts formed after its death. You know, if raised to be strong enough, it can evolve into an Interdimensional Phantom Beast. You surely haven't seen an Immortal Emperor-level Phantom Beast, and your sect hasn't either. Only Immortal Emperors have seen them, and even they don't know its name, often calling it brother until they are caught off guard and stabbed to death."

"Hmph, utter nonsense! Even I don't know that—how could you?" The Dragon Driver couldn't believe it, but Wuyun laughed: "Because of me, you leaked a great secret. Emperor Piaoyi was attacked and severely injured by this very situation. So, it was your sect's Immortal Emperor who had a hand in destroying the Piaoyi Immortal Sect!"

The Dragon Driver’s expression shifted repeatedly. This type of strange beast could only be captured by his sect, and he himself had begged his superiors for this one. But if Wuyun’s words were true, it would implicate a case of total sect extermination!

He longed to ask more, but in the next second, Wuyun—who was smiling at him—was standing right beside him. Suddenly, he was pulled into a phantom shadow by this supernatural power.

In this unique place, which functioned like a small law, no matter how strong one was, they were constrained. All immortal power and physical strength would be weakened by eighty or ninety percent.

The Dragon Driver had entered a few times before and had even resisted it, eventually being rescued by his true body. This time, after entering, he first offered up the brown pottery jar he held in his hand. The jar emitted a soft light, making his form appear clearer.

This clarity allowed him to largely negate the laws of this place and recover his immortal power. As he struggled, he saw Wuyun flying toward him, head held high, chest puffed out.

His limbs and lower chest, like the Driver's own, were ghostly and illusory.

"How is this possible? Nothing can manifest in this place!" The Dragon Driver was stunned, then suddenly delighted, rejoicing: "I have the Heaven-Defying Jar here, a supporting treasure comparable to a top-tier fourth-grade immortal artifact, I..."

His words were cut off as Wuyun approached, using his head to knock the jar from his hand, and then slamming his head into the Driver's chest.

There were no punches or kicks; it was like two rams butting heads, just as fierce and ferocious.

After ten consecutive strikes, the Dragon Driver's body became somewhat dissipated. Once the body dissipated, upon returning to the Immortal Realm's space, the body would crumble. This was the power of rules—unless one was strong, as strong as an Immortal King or Immortal Emperor, one could not resist such laws!

The Dragon Driver checked himself; apart from his soul, all his other treasures were blurred, and most had been shattered by Wuyun, spilling out numerous immortal beast souls.

These were rare, strange beasts he had spent thousands of years collecting, each with different uses. After being broken by Wuyun, their bodies were shattered, leaving only beast souls drifting about.

"Too much bullying!"

There was only one move left: burn the soul lake. Only by burning the power of his soul could he generate the immense force needed to pierce through this shadow and return to the Immortal Realm.

Too late to retrieve the Heaven-Defying Jar, the Dragon Driver burned his soul, unleashing a skill that only the soul could use, tearing open a gap, and scrambling out in a wretched state.

Hardly had he emerged, before he could escape, the scene before his eyes changed. The entire area he occupied had been shifted over by Wuyun.

Since Wuyun occupied this nest, he was ten times more powerful than the former. This, this...

Unable to escape, unable to hide, the Dragon Driver fell into a dead loop. Every time he burned his soul to escape, the next second he would perfectly appear before Wuyun, only to be knocked head-over-heels. After thirty-four times, when he escaped and was pulled back in, he was shocked to find one of his arms left behind.

That arm had been scattered by Wuyun within the space formed by the Interdimensional Phantom Beast.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

The Dragon Driver gathered the remaining power of his soul, burning like a raging inferno, raising the temperature of the entire space. Then, his soul left his body, unleashing the move he least wanted to use: a soul attack!

Using soul power to hurt others was a gamble; one careless move could lead to a disastrous failure, and soul wounds were the hardest to heal, often leaving many sequelae.

When this soul energy split into eight strands and drilled into Wuyun's chest and head, Wuyun laughed and instead went to pick up the Heaven-Defying Jar. This jar was more precious than any fourth-grade immortal artifact carried by Feng Qianyu, as it was a consumable immortal artifact.

Inside it were stored the soul powers of countless immortal beasts—small demons, great demons, Demon Kings, and even a trace of a Demon Emperor's imperial might.

No wonder that when this jar was produced, it could ignore the laws of this place—an ounce of imperial might was present!

Wuyun shook the jar. The numb spirit world formed by the beast souls within the jar instantly turned into a chaotic color, and amidst the soul-piercing screams of the Dragon Driver, it was poured into his own chest.