Immortal Cultivation Family: Start By Accepting Dao Companions

Heavenly Spirit Dynasty.

Within the imperial city.

The air was filled with blood, causing countless powerful individuals to panic and flee from the city.

"You bastards! I raised you like a bunch of watchdogs, and yet you dare to bite the hand that feeds you!"

Near the Heavenly Spirit Imperial Tomb, the Indestructible Daoist transformed into a streak of light and flew outwards.

His face was filled with extreme shock, as he was an ancient monster who had lived for nearly ten thousand years.

His mindset had always been stable, maintaining a carefree attitude towards all matters.

Until today, when he received a message from Sikong, saying that he had found what he had ordered.

Furthermore, he learned a terrifying piece of news.

The Emperor had died and become a dried-up corpse.

Just as he was about to investigate further, a sudden change occurred.

He discovered that within the forbidden area of the imperial family, within the imperial tomb, there was actually a prison.

Inside, numerous mortals and cultivators were imprisoned.

A strong smell of blood emanated from the depths.

Sensitive to souls, he noticed something unusual.

A lingering soul informed him that the ancestral elder of the imperial family had gone mad and started devouring people.

Even the Emperor had been "eaten".

"Linghuan Tian, how dare you call yourself that! When I was alive, even your ancestors had to treat me like their grandson in front of me!"

As the Indestructible Daoist activated his Primordial Spirit power to escape, he heard the other party's words, igniting his anger.

Back when his immortal sect was so powerful, they had three Soul Formation experts.

Even the imperial family had to rely on them.

"Who are you?"

Linghuan Tian felt a familiar aura and his expression changed unpredictably.

There were some cultivation techniques left in the imperial treasury.

They were the remnants of the Mysterious Spirit Immortal Sect, and he had observed many of these techniques.

He was very familiar with the attributes and aura of these techniques.

"The remnants of the Mysterious Spirit Immortal Sect?!"

He roared, his body radiating a vast amount of bloodlust.

"I'll kill you, you ancestor!"

The Indestructible Daoist turned around and cursed, his heart filled with shock as well.

His ability to escape was not weak; otherwise, he would have died in the battle where the Mysterious Spirit Immortal Sect was annihilated.

Now, he had managed to escape first, but he couldn't shake off Linghuan Tian who was chasing after him.

Moreover, he faintly felt that the other party was getting closer.

This was too terrifying. He considered himself capable of outrunning even a mid-stage Soul Formation expert.

"It seems that you have indeed cultivated the power of the Primordial Spirit. Become my nourishment!"

His pupils trembled, and a dense aura of death emanated from him. He lightly stepped forward, increasing his speed.

Fortunately, his proficiency in speed was not high, and for a while, he couldn't catch up to the Indestructible Daoist.

Upon hearing this, the Indestructible Daoist's speed increased even further, and his Primordial Spirit power burned.

He circled above the dynasty.

Within the Yuhai Immortal Sect, a Soul Formation expert regained consciousness.

His expression was filled with astonishment as he muttered, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"How could Linghuan Tian, that old ghost, have broken through again? There must be something fishy!"

He shouted loudly, his expression somewhat nervous.

Feeling that he was chasing after someone, he was momentarily left behind.

His expression shook as he looked towards the imperial city.

He gritted his teeth.

"All members of the Yuhai Immortal Sect, retreat to the ancestral land!"

He understood Linghuan Tian's character very well, and coupled with the fact that his plans had been disrupted by the imperial family, he was extremely worried.

If Linghuan Tian broke through to the late stage of Soul Formation, there was a great possibility that he would make a move against him.

To completely control the leading figure of the Heavenly Spirit Dynasty sect.

As well as the resources and mineral deposits controlled by his sect.

After giving the order, he soared into the air and flew towards the imperial city.

He wanted to find out the truth.

He couldn't believe that Linghuan Tian, whose qualifications and resources were similar to his own, could silently reach the later stage of Soul Formation.

There must be some twists and turns. It just so happened that the other party left the imperial city to chase someone, giving him an opportunity to take advantage of.

Little did he know that he would not return from this trip.

Even the Yuhai Immortal Sect would become someone else's stepping stone.

Above the imperial city, a flash of light.

Three figures appeared in the sky above the imperial city, their astral projections scanning the entire city.

"Damn it!"

Suddenly, Sheng Qing'er frowned and cursed angrily.

Another flash, and the three of them appeared in the imperial city.

The so-called restrictions were like nothing.

Smelling the strong smell of blood, Chen Feng felt something in the stone gate ahead.

There were countless fluctuations of life energy and an extremely evil aura.

"The Devouring Evil Clan, it's the Devouring Evil Clan again!"

Sheng Qing'er snorted coldly, scanning with her divine sense, but did not find any strong members of the royal family.

"Open!"

A mountain rose from the ground and was thrown into the distance.

In place, there were countless prisons made of metal, depicting crimson characters resembling ghostly symbols.

Like twisted earthworms.

"Good, very good!"

In front, countless mortals cried and wailed.

There were also many cultivators, all of them spiritually exhausted and extremely pale.

Among them were several Nascent Soul cultivators, their bodies connected by threads.

Where the threads were connected, there was a one-eyed evil god statue.

The evil god statue opened its ferocious mouth, constantly spewing fresh blood into a small pool in front.

Next to the evil god statue, there was a corpse covered in threads, devoid of any aura.

Even the fluctuation of the divine soul was completely gone, as if everything had been swallowed up.

"The ruler of the Heavenly Spirit Dynasty?"

Chen Feng walked up and took a look. The other party was wearing imperial robes, and the traces around him were also fresh.

As the ruler of a dynasty, his cultivation was not weak. Even if everything was drained, the wrinkled skin still had a trace of uniqueness.

Chen Feng concluded that the other party must have fallen no more than three months ago.

Combined with the time given by the Immortal Daoist who had not perished before, it matched perfectly.

"So ruthless!"

Chen Feng suddenly felt an itch in his teeth. The other party could kill even his descendants in order to become stronger.

Looking at the cultivators and mortals below, who were constantly being drained of their life force, he couldn't help but feel angry.

He didn't consider himself a saint, but he couldn't do such a heinous thing.

Killing people was one thing, even if it meant wiping out a city or a dynasty.

But treating fellow human beings as livestock, sucking their blood day and night for one's own consumption.

This was something he couldn't do and wouldn't do.

"Damn it!"

The rusty sword appeared in his hand, ready to strike with the momentum of splitting a mountain.

The sword wave trembled, its sharpness infinite.

"Let me do it."

A sigh sounded in his ear.

Sheng Qing'er waved her hand, sweeping away Chen Feng's sword energy, and pressed her hand on the sword.

"By doing this, you can indeed free them."

"However, that is true liberation. There are still many people with a glimmer of life force left, who can live for a few more years."

Sheng Qing'er sighed, her conscience not completely extinguished.

Now, taking action was just a matter of thought, and it would also accumulate some merit.

After speaking, a strand of green mana surged around her.

In front of her, the evil god statue collapsed and shattered.

All the threads were cut off and annihilated.

"Fortune!"

In front of her, the blood pool merged together, turning into a pure light, radiating the power of fortune.

She gently threw it into the air, and the light scattered, falling on the bodies of those who had been treated as blood slaves.