Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

“Really! Really! Really! It's truer than a pearl!” Han Wuming nodded frantically, as if afraid that Chen Tian wouldn't believe him.

Seeing his expression, a subtle smirk crept onto Chen Tian's lips, but he quickly composed himself, and said coldly, “Words are cheap. You can't expect me to believe you based on just your word, right?”

“This…”

Han Wuming frowned upon hearing this.

After pondering for a moment, Han Wuming seemed to make a decision, and said to Chen Tian with utmost sincerity, “Alright, to show my sincerity, I will voluntarily offer my natal soul to you, how about that?”

“Are you serious? You're really willing to offer your natal soul?” A glint of excitement flashed in Chen Tian's eyes as he eagerly pressed.

In fact, this was exactly what Chen Tian had been waiting for!

Although he had managed to activate the slave restriction within Han Wuming's body with his last bit of strength before passing out last night,

because Chen Tian hadn't fully integrated the Immortal bloodline, and Han Wuming wasn't a true demon, this slave restriction was only half completed.

That is to say, while Chen Tian could now use this slave restriction to imprison Han Wuming, and punish him with the purple lightning, he couldn't, like the Immortals, instantly kill a slave with a single thought because Han Wuming’s natal soul was missing!

If Han Wuming could voluntarily offer his natal soul to help Chen Tian completely finish the slave restriction, then Chen Tian could accept him as a slave without any worries.

Because by that time, no matter how high Han Wuming's cultivation was, as long as he harbored any ill intentions towards Chen Tian, Chen Tian could completely kill him from thousands of miles away with just a single thought.

With this added layer of insurance, Chen Tian wouldn't have to worry about Han Wuming betraying him.

Seeing the delighted expression on Chen Tian's face, Han Wuming couldn't help but feel a bitter taste in his mouth, but he knew that the initiative was no longer in his hands, so he had no choice but to nod, and said helplessly, “Yes, I am willing to offer my natal soul and become your slave, Master!”

Chen Tian was completely relieved upon hearing this, then extended his right hand, which immediately shimmered with golden light, and said to Han Wuming coldly, “Alright, give it to me!”

Han Wuming smiled bitterly upon seeing this, but didn't dare to disobey Chen Tian's order. He immediately split his soul in two, and sent one half into Chen Tian's hand.

Chen Tian's right hand quickly caught the half of the soul, and together with the golden light on his hand, shot it into the slave restriction floating above Han Wuming's head.

“Buzz…”

After a buzzing sound, the light on the octagonal array brightened again, then split left and right, creating a vortex in the middle that swallowed Han Wuming's half of the soul.

When the restriction healed again, ancient and weathered characters flashed out, but soon faded away again. At this time, the slave restriction stopped buzzing and returned to calm.

Chen Tian closed his eyes, and instantly, he could clearly sense Han Wuming's soul aura in his mind, as if he could instantly obliterate Han Wuming if he wanted to.

This was a complete slave restriction!

After reopening his eyes, Chen Tian couldn't help but become excited.

However, Chen Tian didn't pay any attention to him at this time, but turned and walked towards Xiaolong's body.

The forest where Chen Tian was located was a deep mountain forest, which was usually not visited by anyone. The fallen leaves on the ground were thickly piled up to more than three feet deep.

But who would have thought that after just one night, several large and small pits of varying depths had been blasted out of the ground in this quiet forest, and drops of blood were scattered on them, appearing extremely desolate.

Chen Tian kept walking forward, passing by the bodies of Lin Chen and Pan Xingyu, but didn't even glance at them.

Because at this time, in Chen Tian's eyes, there was only one person's figure, and that was Xiaolong, who was lying on the fallen leaves with a peaceful expression.

Xiaolong at this time had his eyes closed, his face was serene, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

If it weren't for the bright red blood on his clothes, others would have thought that Xiaolong was asleep.

But the closer he got to Xiaolong, the heavier Chen Tian's steps became. Even now, Chen Tian couldn't accept the fact that Xiaolong was dead.

Chen Tian wanted to escape, but the cold reality was constantly telling Chen Tian that Xiaolong was really dead!

Chen Tian's steps were chaotic, and he staggered to Xiaolong's side before collapsing to the ground.

Chen Tian reached out and touched Xiaolong's delicate face, and the memories of being with Xiaolong all popped out of his mind, one by one.

The Xiaolong in Chen Tian's memory was the little tagalong who always followed behind him, calling out “Brother Tian” every time.

The Xiaolong in Chen Tian's memory was the crybaby who was afraid of thunder and lightning, and trembled while holding onto his clothes.

The Xiaolong in Chen Tian's memory was the cute younger brother who always thought of him, and insisted on waiting for him to come back to eat delicious food.

But all of this, in this instant, had vanished into thin air!

Chen Tian's heart was cut like a knife, and he clenched his fists in pain, wanting to beat himself up!

Chen Tian felt that Xiaolong had become like this because of his own fault. If he hadn't brought Xiaolong to the Xianyuzong, if his strength had been a little stronger, then wouldn't the ending be different now?

Chen Tian began to stare blankly at the sky, as if wanting to beg God to give him an answer.

How much he wanted Xiaolong to come back to life!

But could this humble request be fulfilled?

Chen Tian couldn't help but sigh.

“That… Master… May this old slave say something?” At this time, Han Wuming didn't know when he had stood behind Chen Tian.

“What is it? Speak.” Chen Tian didn't turn his head, and said coldly while still looking at Xiaolong's sleeping face.

Han Wuming paused, then cautiously said, “Actually, Master, this old slave has a way to bring your brother back to life!”