There's Something Wrong With My Immortal Path

Chapter 58: It's getting dark...

While Xu Xuan was feeling proud, the face of Daoist Purple Thunder turned even paler.

Squinting his eyes slightly, under that vast sword light, he actually saw a dazzling trace of gold!

That gold... seemed like shattered scales, or a drop of blood split open by the sword light!

Without any warning, Daoist Purple Thunder felt a chill running down his spine.

That feeling... was like a cold hand gripping his old spine!

"Activate the Thunder Formation! Activate the Jade Thread Talisman! Golden Bell Talisman! Golden Body Technique! Activate! Activate! Activate!"

In the midst of that looming sense of crisis, to put it mildly, Daoist Purple Thunder even wanted to perform a Nascent Soul Astral Projection!

However... he was simply too old.

He was so old that even his Nascent Soul couldn't leave this body.

Under the urging of Daoist Purple Thunder, dazzling thunder swords burst forth with radiant lightning.

The lightning connected with each other, forming an endless sea of thunder, boiling and cooking all living beings!

...

The setting sun was about to disappear in the distance, casting a cold light on the sea of thunder.

This scene had a somewhat majestic feeling.

However, Daoist Purple Thunder was destined to have no time to appreciate it.

His attention was completely focused on the surging sea of thunder in front of him.

Is it dead?

Is it really dead?

Opening his cloudy eyes wide, Daoist Purple Thunder carefully searched for the figure of the Ink Blood Jiao Qiu.

How could that beast survive such a thunderous blow?

After all, it was just a hybrid of a Jiao and a Qiu...

Letting out a long sigh, looking at his slightly trembling fingers, Daoist Purple Thunder helplessly revealed a bitter smile.

Everyone knows that the old ancestor is powerful, but no matter how powerful the old ancestor is, they are still human.

How many years has it been? How many years has he not felt this sense of fear?

Truly... when a person gets old, their courage diminishes.

While Daoist Purple Thunder was sighing, a suppressed sound of blood spraying suddenly entered his ears.

Something's not right!

This is!

Following the sound, Daoist Purple Thunder saw the dark purple blood mist spreading at the bottom of the sea of thunder.

That beast isn't dead yet!

How is that possible!

In Daoist Purple Thunder's horrified gaze, a thin golden snake, as thin as a needle, flew out from the bottom of the sea of thunder.

Its speed was extremely fast, unimaginably fast!

In one moment, it was still in the sea of thunder, and in the next moment, it had already arrived in front of the old ancestor.

With a clang!

It collided with the golden bell shield, and in that brief pause, Daoist Purple Thunder recognized its true form.

Continuously burning its essence blood, squeezing out its potential, the Ink Blood Jiao Qiu had taken a crucial step.

It... awakened its bloodline!

Appearing in front of Daoist Purple Thunder was a golden thunder Qiu!

The thunder Qiu continued to shed its scales, and then the golden bell shield was pierced through.

The Jade Thread Talisman shattered! The Golden Body Technique shattered! The protective Qi dissipated! The Law Treasure made from the dragon scales on the old ancestor's forehead directly shattered!

...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Only the sound of crisp cracking could be heard. A golden light streak flew out from behind Daoist Purple Thunder's head.

The setting sun cast a cold light, dyeing the mountains and rivers in blood.

The streak of light scattered in the wind, dissipating into the void.

The Ink Blood Jiao Qiu had sacrificed everything.

It had finally taken that unimaginable step.

Dragons can be big or small, they can rise or hide.

When they are big, they can create clouds and spew mist, suppressing an area.

When they are small, they can hide and transform, like a strand of light.

Putting away the sword formation, Daoist Purple Thunder walked step by step towards his son.

In a daze, Daoist Purple Thunder saw Xu Xuan from back then.

That stumbling toddler, walking unsteadily.

That Xu Xuan who bit his fingers and always wanted to be held.

"Immortal... I was originally just a mortal, what does immortality mean to me..."

"Father, what did you say?"

Xu Xuan hadn't noticed anything unusual yet, but Xu Weizhou, not far away, was already trembling.

To put it mildly, Xu Weizhou was almost scared to death.

He... he actually saw a light shining from Daoist Purple Thunder's forehead!

That wasn't a Divine Ability!

It was... Daoist Purple Thunder's forehead had been pierced through!

What Xu Weizhou saw was the setting sun!

Forehead pierced through!

Even the Nascent Soul couldn't escape!

Damn it!

It must be my mistake!

Just as Xu Weizhou was desperately rubbing his eyes, Purple Thunder Daoist directly pounced into Xu Xuan's arms.

In that instant when Purple Thunder Daoist pounced, the mountain in front of Xu Xuan collapsed, and the sky above the mountain also collapsed.

Suddenly, Xu Xuan's face turned pale, and his lips lost their color.

He's not a fool...

He knows what happened...

"..."

Trembling, Xu Xuan tightly hugged his father's body, unable to speak.

The father who had always sheltered him from wind and rain... had become so emaciated.

He was a Nascent Soul Ancestor!

Reaching out, he slowly touched the gray hair at Xu Xuan's temple.

In the last moments of his life, Purple Thunder Daoist just wanted to be a father again.

"My child... don't be afraid."

"Father... you've always been here..."

"My child... don't... be afraid..."

...

Purple Thunder Daoist died at the age of five hundred.

He broke the Purple Thunder Sword Formation with a pill from He Nian Sheng.

He released Hai Guo, destroyed the four clans of Great River, and raised a Thunder Beast.

He also killed a Nascent Soul Ancestor and created chaos.

Is it evil calculation?

Is it a heavenly mandate?

...

"Father... Father? Father!"

"Father, wake up!"

"No!!!"

"Ah! Great River Sect! Damn it! I will kill all the people of Great River Sect!"

"Spread the order! Kill all the cultivators of Great River Sect!"

"I want them dead!"

Holding Purple Thunder Daoist's body, Xu Xuan looked up and roared, almost going mad.

The cultivators around him also changed their expressions.

Purple Thunder Daoist was not only Xu Xuan's father, but also the leader of the Xu clan and the founder of the Bamboo Sword Sect!

He was a Nascent Soul Ancestor!

He was the key to everything!

With his death, the Bamboo Sword Sect would be turned upside down, let alone the ongoing expedition to Great River Sect.

If he were alive, conquering, occupying, and even assimilating Great River Sect would only be a matter of time.

But he died.

The bloodline of the four clans of Great River had long permeated this land.

Without a Nascent Soul Ancestor, how could the Bamboo Sword Sect exert its dominance over this land?

The last ray of sunlight slanted across the faces of the Bamboo Sword cultivators in the blink of an eye.

It was dark.

...

Great River Sect, Eastern Forest.

After a day of running, Xia Ming finally found a secluded place.

The mountains and forests near Great River Sect didn't have powerful wild beasts; they weren't stupid.

Being so close to cultivators would only get them captured for research.

Leaning against a big tree, Xia Ming gnawed on his dry rations.

Hmm... it's dried mustard greens.

I wonder where Master found them.

Thinking of his Master, Xia Ming fell into a dilemma again.

To be honest, Xia Ming wanted to run away.

After all, along the White River, there were more than thirty sects, and now he had Spirit Root, which was even superior!

Entering a sect's gate would at least make him an inner disciple, or even a core disciple, and then he would have access to higher-level cultivation techniques.

With the help of Goldfinger to refine and evolve, who could surpass him?

Invincible, absolutely invincible.

The key is, if he stayed here, Xia Ming was really afraid that Master He would heal his Goldfinger.

Master He could use the Ice Spirit Root to refine pills! Xia Ming was really afraid of such talent.

Not fearing ten thousand, just fearing the unexpected.

By then... if Goldfinger was gone, Xia Ming would truly have nothing to cry about.

Xia Ming also listened to the voice message jade slip recorded by He Nian Sheng.

After listening three times, Xia Ming was sure.

His comprehension was equivalent to that of a pig.

No, maybe even a pig would understand, but he didn't.

This might also be a side effect brought by Goldfinger, a decrease in comprehension.

Could it be... that Goldfinger is really an illness?

A three-character illness?

Or is it Xia Ming Syndrome?

(End of this chapter)