Chapter Sixty-Five: Even the Immortal Emperor Had a Childhood Name

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In the end, Wuyun retorted to Old Bear Three, "Imperial might of immortal arts? The lingering immortal techniques or imperial artifacts that killed the demon immortal king?"

"Maybe they've already vanished, what's so strange about that!"

King Dou covered Old Bear Three's mouth as the latter continued to mutter, eager to flaunt his vast knowledge. Wuyun slapped his newly grown black thigh, panic-stricken, "This is bad, Long Yi is in danger! I finally understand what's inside the coffin that suppresses the eighteen dragons!"

"Isn't it the fellow cultivator calling Long Yi?" King Dou assumed Wuyun wasn't in a hurry to rescue him and thought it reasonable. Who could have guessed—it was all a dreadful mistake.

"I thought it was the ferocious aura suppressing the demon dragons here, but I was wrong. It's even more terrifying than that! We must rescue them first. If the being inside senses Long Yi, that old mudfish, it'll definitely come out and devour him!"

"Ah!"

The three hurriedly retraced their steps, returning to the sharp spikes. These hedgehog spines were all immortal artifacts. Old Bear Three lingered reluctantly, but had no choice but to follow Wuyun in search of an exit.

They circled the space, and a sparkling spot caught Wuyun's attention. He observed it for a long time, then sighed, "We can't enter. Once inside, without a weapon like the Divine Fright Blade, we can't break the formation!"

King Dou was surprised—were there formations even predecessors couldn't break?

Wuyun replied, "Unless the Ten Heavens and Nine Earths formation can be activated to Three Heavens and Three Earths, but where would we find repair resources here?"

Though he said this, he still pressed on without hesitation, plunging into the shining formation.

As soon as they entered, boundless light shone upon the formation diagram, like hot rays evaporating ice—instantly, the Ten Heavens and Nine Earths shrank by half and began to wither.

In the center of this space, a massive sphere radiated ten thousand feet of light, roasting everything into waste.

The Ten Heavens and Nine Earths formation gradually shriveled, and the escape route was still out of sight.

When Old Bear Three grew agitated, Wuyun fused tens of thousands of hedgehog spines, merging them into the Ten Heavens and Nine Earths, upgrading it anew until it restored to Three Heavens and Three Earths. Upon reaching this threshold, the heat transformed, bringing cold, making the core of the formation comfortable for the three.

Yue Qi had not yet awakened; in his dreams, Wuyun had implanted lessons for him to learn.

Just as they relaxed, two radiant phoenixes flew out from the shining sphere, heading straight for the formation diagram. Instantly, the surrounding temperature soared by hundreds of thousands of degrees—three degrees fiercer than the Six-Flavored True Fire.

Clearly, their strategy was to refine the formation diagram with high heat.

Thinking of the laser eye in the spatial fissure, with billions of degrees of heat, these seemed almost feeble in comparison.

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Wuyun resisted and absorbed, releasing dozens of formation techniques. Instead, the radiance became resources to repair the formation diagram, expanding its scope by threefold.

After the phoenixes' fruitless assault, they returned, and then the sphere transformed into a gigantic immortal bird, staring at the formation. In the next instant, the formation was swallowed, entering the bird's belly.

A creature more terrifying than the phoenix—Fiery Phoenix! After devouring Wuyun, the entire interior of the formation radiated intense heat, burning off half of Old Bear Three’s fur!

Even Yue Qi was awakened by the heat in his ears, bursting into loud cries!

"Even the hottest stellar cores can't burn away my cloud layers. You are all too weak!" Wuyun roared, sending a series of techniques, but the Fiery Phoenix ignored him.

This was a living artifact spirit, not a dead object, and disregarded Wuyun's attacks, determined to destroy the formation.

"Collect!"

Wuyun shouted, offering several Buddhist beads at the formation's core. One after another shattered, but finally one remained whole, capturing the entire Fiery Phoenix within. It became a blazing orb, struggling in his palm.

"Who are you, trespassing my barrier? You shall be burned to ashes!"

In the next moment, Wuyun transformed the Fiery Phoenix into a fire bead and placed it beside the core, restoring Three Heavens and Three Earths to Four Heavens and Three Earths.

"Ignorant!" Wuyun cursed, pained by the loss of his Buddhist beads. Each bead used was one less, and though their effect was limited, they often produced unexpected results.

Having subdued the firebird phoenix, the next space suddenly shifted, as if entering the interior of an immortal artifact. A chaotic network of pathways appeared. These routes were no obstacle for Wuyun; he followed the traces of the Divine Fright Blade and passed through directly.

One challenge after another, the more formations he cracked, the more terrified Old Bear Three became—once, the demon immortal king was killed in his most trusted defensive formation by a single strike.

This immortal emperor was truly formidable!

After passing seven formations, a narrow passage formed. The formation diagram plunged in, immediately meeting Long Yi in distress.

Long Yi and Little Bug were cultivating silently in their confined space, as the eighteen dragons pulling the jade seal began to tremble as soon as Wuyun entered. Then a beam of light shot forth, and the eighteen immortal dragons transformed into eighteen strands of immortal energy, absorbed into the jade seal.

Wuyun and his companions were stunned.

Had he not entered, the eighteen immortal dragons would not have transformed; the jade seal coffin would not have stirred. The moment he entered, the terror within came alive.

Old Bear Three was jittery, disturbed by the eerie atmosphere. He poked Long Yi, who had been absorbed into the formation diagram, trying to probe the situation. Unexpectedly, the poke felt soft—not quite right!

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Perhaps it was Little Bug approaching.

Puzzled, just as he was about to turn his head, Wuyun suddenly sent a message, "If you don't want to be roasted bear meat, don't look back!"

What threat could lurk inside the formation diagram?

At that moment, he felt pain in the finger he was poking backward with, quickly withdrew it, and was about to curse, only to freeze.

That segment of bear finger was gone.

Long Yi, Little Bug, and King Dou's voices echoed in his ear: one warning after another not to look back, making him break out in a cold sweat.

Could there be a giant mouth behind him, waiting for the instant he turned to devour him?

If this were in Qianluo space, it would all be a joke—who could pull off such a feat? Demons, ghosts—bah, he himself was a monster!

At this moment, Long Yi and King Dou stood behind Old Bear Three, while a shadow, twenty or thirty meters tall, loomed like a sack over the back of his neck, as if ready to cover his head the moment he turned.

But in Wuyun's eyes, there was no shadow—only a will, like thousands of fangs, covering Old Bear Three's back, waiting to strike at the peak of his shock to unleash the full terror.

The power of fear!

This was an ability possessed only by an immortal emperor after passing tribulation. No wonder the demon immortal king's body retained no traces of attack—the force had transformed into intelligence, occupying the earth dragon beast's core lair, constantly evolving, growing, and devouring everything of the immortal king-class earth dragon beast.

Thus, Long Yi's kin retained a trace of undying soul, waiting for fate to help him escape, reincarnate, and be reborn.

"Wu ah wu ha wu wa..." Wuyun chanted ancient immortal words, some in Daoist tongue. This language made the shadow of fear ponder, then it condensed into reality—a long sword, red tinged with black mist.

On the hilt, runes were engraved. Wuyun read them, but his throat filled with phlegm and he coughed dozens of times.

Long Yi and the others wondered why Wuyun was coughing, while the spirit of the sword appeared in the shape of an artifact, exclaiming, "The Bitao Imperial Serpent's Milk named Little Bibi—you recognize it? Dare to call it? And even summon it with Daoist language!"