There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 102: The Curse of the Dragon, Three Demons in Conflict.

As Zhao Jiu looked into He Niansheng's deep eyes, he gradually narrowed his own eyes.

Something is off about his gaze!

Damn it!

Why do I feel like He Niansheng is not afraid, but rather suppressing his excitement?

What does he want to do?

This master and disciple are simply insane!

The disciple has already fallen into demonic cultivation without realizing it, and the master is even more audacious and rebellious!

After we leave, I, Zhao Jiu, will definitely kill all of you!

With this thought in mind, Zhao Jiu's cold gaze turned towards Xia Ming, who was entangled by countless flower threads behind him.

"Xia Ming, after we leave, I will kill you!"

Turning his head to look at Zhao Jiu, Xia Ming coldly smiled.

"Don't just talk, come and kill me now!"

"Hmph... Xia old dog, just you wait!"

Now, the flower of destruction is about to bloom, and Zhao Jiu dare not act recklessly.

In a glance, Zhao Jiu saw He Niansheng, whose eyes seemed like an abyss.

This old dog He is not a good person either!

His silence definitely means he's plotting against someone!

No, I have to be on guard against him!

This old man makes me feel a bit scared!

Amidst the mutual suspicion of the three, the flower threads were already distributed.

Xia Ming took half of them, Zhao Jiu took four parts, and He Niansheng only got one.

This is the result of Xia Ming's crazy suppression. He always felt that something was wrong with the small eyes in his dantian.

Looking at the flower threads behind him, Zhao Jiu slowly furrowed his brows. How much obsession can these threads provide? Can they comprehend the Immortal Law of that immortal obsession?

Zhao Jiu didn't know the answer to this question, but at this point, he could only take it step by step. After all, his Great Sun Shadow had not truly ignited, so he didn't have the qualifications to snatch it.

Without any warning.

The flower bloomed.

Crimson decay, destroying the world, the path, and all living beings.

And the consciousness of Xia Ming and the other two was pulled into the battle of the cursed dragon from years ago.

...

[Dragon! No! You can't leave!]

[Longwu, you're not an immortal, you deceived me!]

[Dragon, we merge as one, with your physical body carrying the Great Dao, and my divine soul commanding the heavens. Let's devour other immortals! We will be the only True Immortal in this world!]

[No, Longwu, you have fallen into demonic cultivation. I will inform the other immortals, extinguish your path, sever your worship, destroy your immortal continent, and suppress you in the Abyss of Fallen Demons forever!]

Looking into the distance at the massive figure hidden in the dense clouds, Xia Ming suddenly felt an uncontrollable anger welling up in his heart.

He felt the anger of Longwu, or perhaps, at this moment, he himself was Longwu the immortal.

That sense of betrayal, unwillingness, and resentment... ultimately turned into a wildfire that burned everything.

With resentment reaching its peak, Xia Ming instinctively raised his finger and looked at the true dragon in the sky.

Xia Ming opened his mouth, but the voice that came out was someone else's, it was Longwu's.

[Dragon, since you insist on leaving, then die!]

[Sever my immortal path! You have chosen death!]

[I, Longwu...]

[I, Xia Ming, Zhao Jiu, He Niansheng!]

[May the mountains, rivers, and beautiful scenery of this continent curse you, True Dragon! May your True Spirit disperse! May your physical body decay! May you never be reborn!]

That feeling was quite strange. Xia Ming could feel every river, every mountain, the breathing of the mountains, and the pulsation of the rivers. And with just a thought, he could destroy everything.

Life and death with a single thought.

That's what it means to be an immortal.

Then, Xia Ming witnessed the destruction of the entire immortal continent.

Mountains and rivers wailed, the earth trembled, they died, and thorny blood rings began to appear on the true dragon's body.

The blood rings deeply embedded themselves in the dragon's flesh, constantly strangling inward!

In an instant, dragon scales crumbled, and dragon blood splattered.

As the giant dragon roared, pitch-black dragon blood fell to the ground.

At the same time, Xia Ming felt a faint pulse in the depths of his consciousness, but that pulse stirred up a strong discomfort in Xia Ming's heart.

Just as he hesitated for a moment, that pulse dissipated into nothingness. The Immortal Law wouldn't wait for anyone.

At the same time, some of the flower threads quietly withered, and He Niansheng's consciousness returned to his body.

In order to retain that fleeting pulse, He Niansheng tore open his flesh once again and swallowed the handful of second-generation blood pills hidden inside.

He needed to continue that burst of inspiration, not just continue, but even perfect it!

But it was just that tiny bit lacking, and he could see that burst of inspiration dissipating into nothingness. He tore open his abdomen.

Inside his abdomen were several slender jade bottles, and inside the jade bottles was Xia Ming's blood. Determined, he drank it all.

As the blood entered his throat, the world before his eyes began to distort. He quickly closed his eyes and firmly grasped onto that burst of inspiration, refusing to let go.

Because he knew, that was the Immortal Law.

The Immortal Law that could be encountered but not sought after.

...

Although the true dragon had suffered such heavy injuries, it still floated in the air, not falling.

Its body was surging with dazzling radiance, and its terrifying flesh still exuded a dreadful vitality.

[I, Long Wu!]

[I am Xia Ming, Zhao Jiu!]

[May the endless lives, the pinnacle of the Immortal Continent, curse your true dragon Great Dao! Today is the day of your true dragon's demise!]

In Xia Ming's horrified gaze, he saw "his" palm turning over.

Then, the endless Immortal Continent and countless living beings directly perished!

Long Wu Immortal Continent was overturned.

What exactly were the endless lives to an immortal?

While Xia Ming was contemplating, he missed the second mysterious burst of inspiration.

Looking into the distance, a blood-colored hand that blocked out the sun directly held the true dragon in its palm, and then squeezed with force!

The true dragon let out a painful roar, and its essence blood scattered between heaven and earth. The large hand slowly opened, and the true dragon fell to the ground.

Looking at the true dragon falling to the mortal world, and then looking at "his" ordinary palm, Xia Ming fell into deep confusion.

"Can this one hand of mine decide the fate of countless living beings?"

"Is all of this really worth it?"

...

The flower thread withered, and Zhao Jiu fell out of the obsession of an immortal.

At the same time, he saw He Nian Sheng drinking blood crazily.

"You're all crazy! All of you are crazy!"

"Damn it! I, Zhao Jiu, will go crazy with all of you!"

Gathering true fire in his palm, Zhao Jiu pressed it against his own heavenly spirit cover, desperately chasing after that elusive miracle in immense pain.

As the prince of the Immortal Continent, could he really be inferior to two minor cultivators from the mortal realm?

...

The true dragon fell, and the Immortal Continent sank.

Xia Ming felt that "his" heart still burned with raging wildfire.

The heart of a tyrant grew stronger day by day, and once it shattered, it would be a hysterical madness.

[I, Long Wu... I am willing to use my immortal body, my indestructible True Spirit! Curse you, descendants of the true dragon! Atone for the sins of our ancestors! The dragon descendants will decline generation after generation, transforming from dragons to snakes, from snakes to worms! Endlessly enduring! Inheriting for eternity!]

...

Seeing this, Xia Ming let out a long sigh.

A commoner, a madman, a poisonous husband?

Xia Ming didn't know how to describe Long Wu for a moment.

Until... Xia Ming saw him.

In the midst of a desolate land, Xia Ming saw that tyrant.

Long Wu...

Long Wu was not great; he was the same size as an ordinary person.

He sat cross-legged, with a blurry face, whirlpool eyes, and a bald head.

His body was broken, and those broken wounds were dripping with sparkling golden sand.

Through those grim tearing wounds, one could vaguely see the hazy mist inside.

Long Wu... seemed like a clay statue, with only this layer of skin left.

Slowly opening his eyes, Long Wu looked at Xia Ming in front of him.

Although Xia Ming couldn't see Long Wu's facial features clearly, he could feel the contempt in his eyes.

"A descendant of Zhao Daguan? Zhao Daguan is formidable."

Looking into Long Wu's eyes, Xia Ming's mind went blank.

"Oh? What about the other five parts?"

The whirlpool eyes gradually twisted, and the disdain in Long Wu's eyes became even stronger.

"The other five parts are demonic."

(End of this chapter)