Chapter 8: The Distinction Between Immortals and Mortals, Thousands of Armies Perish
A thick black mist enveloped the hundreds of soldiers outside the Mo family, spreading across the sky and covering everything in its path
Kill
The sound is approaching a wail
The speed was so swift that even King Jing'an could not react in time
In an instant
"Hmph, this is what you deserve..." Just as Mo Bei began to speak, suddenly—
Hmm?
A dazzling sword shadow of unparalleled brightness cut through the sky in an instant, as if it had condensed all of Mo Bei's strength
At the moment when the last hand seal of the King of Jing'an was about to be completed, it struck like lightning, fiercely piercing through the light barrier
However, as he spoke, the old man with white eyebrows shifted his tone, and the smile at the corner of his mouth curled upward even more. Yet, within that smile lay a hint of cruelty, and his cold gaze flickered continuously.
Under the piercing gaze, waves of dizziness spread from the depths of his mind, causing Mo Bei's vision to darken, and the dizziness intensified, nearly leading him to faint.
Mo Bei's gaze flickered, his expression constantly changing, as a flash of light suddenly swept through his mind
From the heights of the sky to the ground, a distance of a thousand zhang is effortlessly traversed in the leisurely pace of a moment
Suddenly, a soldier shrouded in black mist let out a mournful cry amidst the dense black fog
The words had just fallen.
Astonishing!
In the distance, a series of clamorous shouts of killing echoed, drawing closer. The hurried and chaotic sound of footsteps was incessant.
The old man with white eyebrows remained silent, staring at Mo Bei for a long while. A brilliant light flashed in his eyes, and his gaze suddenly became sharp. It was as if two pointed daggers were aimed at him, making it difficult to look directly at him
A stern shout echoed through the heavens
A dense mass of black armor, an army of fully armed warriors, converged into a fierce tide of black, surging forward and soon surrounding the entire Mo family residence, leaving no room for water to leak through
This is the mantra of rebirth on Earth, concluding this life and crossing to the next. Mo Bei's expression carried a hint of the sacred, and his demeanor was exceedingly solemn
In that moment, Mo Bei felt as if he were a small boat amidst raging waves, on the verge of being engulfed by the fierce and violent demonic aura.
In my previous life, I exerted all my efforts, only to end up with nothing. Little did I expect that in this life, the opportunity has finally arrived; I must seek immortality
After about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Mo Bei gradually sensed that his body seemed to be able to move again
Could it be that this person is the original owner of this body? Mo Bei thought subconsciously, glancing again at the disintegrated King Jing'an, his eyes revealing a sense of realization
Blood spills across the sky
The fourth person, this grudge shall be avenged. Mo Bei no longer gave him the chance to speak and drew his sword.
Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth, life will ultimately lead to death, and the spirit will eventually perish. All things will ultimately fade away; in their brilliance, they are but a handful of yellow earth, a scoop of gray ash. A hundred years of life is but a dream; is there anything eternal that does not perish? In the twilight of the setting sun, the horror is palpable, yet it is merely a fleeting moment in time
Mo Bei squinted his eyes and focused intently on the black mist, immediately revealing an expression of immense astonishment and shock in his gaze
Mo Bei's eyes widened in surprise, quickly revealing a look of astonishment
He stood up, opened his eyes, and instinctively looked towards Prince Jing'an.
The sword pierces through and enters, penetrating the body and emerging out!
Mo Bei's face flushed with excitement, his fingers trembling: "When immortals appear and achieve the Great Way, it signifies eternal life. In this life, if I step onto the path of immortality, wouldn't I also be able to attain eternal life"
Not a single one left
He finally experienced the terrifying aspect of cultivators; with a mere wave of his hand, nearly a thousand people turned into chilling white bones
The old man with white eyebrows took a deep breath, and the swirling black mist immediately condensed into a strand of black light, which then re-entered the old man's mouth.
As soon as his voice fell
Quickly save the prince, do not let that little rascal escape
Puff!
The severely injured King Jing'an, covered in wounds and blood, with flesh torn and mangled, gradually lost consciousness and vitality.
Young man, if you cannot withstand the trial, hehe, my underling puppet is just in need of one more person
A terrified scream, a cry of anguish, suddenly came to an abrupt halt
Mo Bei said: "Immortals represent longevity. When I see an immortal, the path to longevity is evident, how can I not be excited? I must have made the immortal laugh at my folly"
Hundreds of soldiers fell without a single survivor, leaving only a ground strewn with chilling white bones and armor that still retained some warmth.
In the moment when the two locked eyes, Mo Bei felt as if his very organs were being seen through. That sharp and profound gaze penetrated his soul, as if everything about him was laid bare before the other, leaving no secrets to be spoken.
Suddenly
Still trying to escape! The King of Jing'an's face revealed a fierce expression. Seeing Mo Bei, who had not yet landed in mid-air, he curled his lips into a cruel and sinister smile and said: "Die, Infernal Fire Talisman—"
Who would have thought that the old man with white eyebrows, upon hearing this, scoffed disdainfully and coldly remarked: "Immortal? Where in this world is there such a thing as an immortal being? What is there to eternal life!"
Nowhere to escape
Hey ... ...
The ground is littered with bones
The old man with white eyebrows glanced at Mo Bei twice, his eyes reflecting a hint of satisfaction
At this point, the old man with white eyebrows turned his head, his gaze falling upon the outside of the Mo family residence
Suddenly, the clouds in the sky began to surge and slowly dispersed. An old man with white eyebrows stepped on the clouds, seemingly walking out of the void among the clouds, and his pace did not appear to be particularly fast
This black flowing shadow spread out, and in the brief span of a single breath, it had already obscured the sky and sun, causing the heavens to dim.
Blood splattered nine feet, like raindrops, splashing onto Mo Bei's face, which was already marked by the withered blood.
You, you..." The King of Jing'an's eyes were about to burst with rage, filled with shock and disbelief. His mouth opened and closed as if wanting to say something, but thick, sticky blood continuously flowed out from his mouth and nose.
Oh no! Mo Bei and Tu Shu felt a sudden jolt in their hearts, a hint of determination appeared between their brows, and they bit down hard on their tongues
The vitality in the eyes of Prince Jing'an, with the blood gushing forth, rapidly fading, his body slowly collapsing to the ground, his throat convulsing, blood flowing: "How is this possible!"
The soldier shrouded in black mist, who had been shouting loudly just a moment before, was engulfed by the black mist in the next instant, his flesh and blood corroded and vanished without a trace, transformed into a chilling pile of white bones, with no corpse remaining
The scream lasted only a brief moment, just a single breath, before it abruptly ceased
Thinking to himself in the dim light, the old man with white eyebrows coldly said: "It is not so easy for me to take on a disciple in the ancient way. However, seeing your astonishing comprehension, I might as well give it a try"
A wave of dizziness suddenly surged in his mind, and in the next moment, Mo Bei's body lost all sensation. His vision darkened, and he collapsed to the ground, yet he did not lose consciousness. In the darkness, he could only hear the anguished cries of King Jing'an, which sounded as if a pig were being slaughtered, the voice filled with unimaginable sorrow
Mo Bei clenched his fist tightly, and the feeling of being in control brought a glimmer of surprise to his eyes: "It seems that this body now completely belongs to me!"
He suddenly had a flash of inspiration, knelt down with a thud, and said with a serious expression: "Senior, please save me! I wish to request the esteemed Daoist to take me as a disciple and allow me to cultivate the path of immortality!"
All the soldiers were thrown into a panic; those who had just moments ago seemed as solid as a wall of bronze and iron had, in an instant, completely collapsed. They discarded their helmets and armor, pushing and shoving in a frantic rush, shouting as they scattered in all directions
I am a cultivator
Mo Beida was overjoyed, as the stone in his heart had finally been lifted; he was just about to bow in gratitude.
The black mist spread with astonishing speed; before the soldiers could run a hundred or so paces, the mist had already caught up, completely engulfing the hundreds of soldiers present.
The younger generation has encountered the immortal
This sword technique is unlike all the previous ones, transforming into a beam of sword light that pierces through the void, breaking through the heavens
Suddenly, it slowly floated upwards, gradually drifting towards the sky
The humanoid soul suspended in the void stood in the emptiness, smiled gently at Mo Bei, and slowly bowed, solemnly paying respect to Mo Bei
The old man with white eyebrows raised them slightly, his indifferent gaze falling upon Mo Bei, and he slowly said: "Why are you so agitated upon seeing me?"
The sword's radiance extended a full three feet, already dimmed to the utmost. The violently shaking light screen revealed a multitude of cracks beneath the final strike of the sword, which instantly shattered and then dispersed.
This black tide of people is countless; at first glance, there are hundreds or even thousands, fierce and menacing. At the slightest command, they would reduce the entire Mo family to rubble
Mo Bei focused his mind, gazing at the soul in the void. He let out a long sigh, his lips moving as obscure characters floated from his mouth, the voice deep and resonant.
Suddenly, the figure of the old man with white eyebrows floated up several feet, and he opened his mouth, releasing a wisp of black flowing shadow.
What!
The distinction between the celestial and the mundane is as stark as the loss of a thousand troops
Mo Bei furrowed his brows, leaped onto a large boulder, and gazed out towards the Mo family residence, focusing intently.
At this point, the old man with white eyebrows suddenly revealed a terrifying glint in his deep-set eyes, repeatedly sneering: "Demonic cultivators, refining demons from humans! Countless lives taken, with floating corpses numbering in the hundreds of thousands!"
The black mist dissipated
He could only hear the sound, yet did not see a trace of the illusory remnant soul occupying his body, which pounced out like a hungry tiger leaping for its prey, fiercely biting and clawing at Prince Jing'an
Mo Beida was taken aback, and immediately his eyes were filled with surprise. Overwhelmed with excitement, he shouted, clasping his hands in a gesture of respect: "Immortal? Immortal! Immortal!!!"
Mo Bei's gaze flickered as he scanned the eerie white bones, his expression constantly changing, a chill spreading from his heart to his entire body
Ah!
In the half-space above his head, a faint blue, ethereal figure floated up and down, and this person bore an uncanny resemblance to himself.
What is this! A commotion arose among the army as they stared in horror at the encroaching black mist, their hearts racing with fear
Mo Bei quickly took a few deep breaths, rapidly regaining his composure. He bowed deeply and said
The old man gazed thoughtfully, as if lost in contemplation, and slowly said: "Your rebirth mantra is quite good; why not perform another self-purification? Because you are about to die soon"
However, immediately after, the expression on King Jing'an's face changed drastically, and a cry of surprise escaped his lips
In that instant, a brilliant light flashed past Mo Bei. In a daze, he felt as if his soul had only now completely merged with this physical body.
Mo Bei's gaze shifted, and he was momentarily taken aback, instinctively letting out a soft "mm".
A sharp pain surged through his entire body, akin to an electric shock. The intense metallic scent of blood suddenly filled his mouth and tongue. This strong stimulation pulled Mo Beisheng back from the brink of fainting, restoring much of his clarity of mind
A mortal, in the presence of this cultivator, is akin to an ant or a blade of grass, utterly powerless to resist
The chilling aura of magic made Mo Bei's soul tremble, leaving him momentarily stunned in place, his eyes wide open and unable to utter a single word
Oh no! The Prince of Jing'an's face turned pale, and in a panic, he waved his hand gestures, intending to activate the talisman.
This child possesses a strong will and is indeed much stronger than the average person
As he looked on, the swirling void of Mo Bei, at the moment of landing, caused his sword tip to rapidly strike the ground multiple times, bending the sword body under pressure, and then rebounding his body several dozen feet away, heading straight towards him
Before me, there was no trace of the Prince of Jing'an; all that remained was a puddle of flesh, blood splattered everywhere, a sight too horrific to behold, rendering it impossible to distinguish any semblance of a human form
A powerful and icy chill erupted from him, as if Mount Tai were collapsing upon us. Endless black malevolence transformed into dense black mist, surging wave after wave, resembling terrifying and tumultuous waves, fierce and violent beyond measure