One hundred and twenty-seven. You are not lust, for lust is lust; you are not emptiness, for emptiness is emptiness.

He said, "I observe that you possess the dormant seedlings of the Ten-Fold True Fire within you. Could it be that you were once an Immortal King or an Immortal Emperor, and after suffering injuries, your immortal flames descended to this state?"

Reaching the ninth or tenth level of true fire belongs to the realm of immortal flames, but in truth, a genuine immortal flame is the flame of life within an Immortal Emperor—an inextinguishable fire of the soul that transcends all ordinary sparks.

However, some Immortal Emperors who do not cultivate this path find it necessary once they reach the rank of Emperor, so they cultivate it as a shortcut by nurturing eight, nine, or ten-fold true fires within their bodies.

Because playing with fire leads to self-immolation, those below the rank of Immortal Emperor must be cautious!

Having been seen through, Wuyun did not refute him. He shook his head in silence, looking at the eighteen light orbs trapped in the distance, and suddenly said, "Immortal King, I see that your Soul-Suppressing Tower has a hole that was not properly repaired. It cannot contain these Orbs of Death."

Why would Wuyun call these eighteen light orbs "Orbs of Death"?

Yang Chi looked closely, and his heart skipped a beat. He feared exactly what the opponent was about to do.

It was a tactic of total mutual destruction!

"These evil immortals are truly unreasonable!" With a flick of his sleeve, Yang Chi unleashed his magical arts and divine abilities, manifesting a trace of his personal law and driving it into the tower.

Every Immortal King can perceive a sliver of the Immortal Realm's laws. Relying on this ability, they can merge their domain into the Dao and into space itself.

Because of this, when a powerful Immortal King is hunted by an Immortal Emperor, as long as their command of the laws is strong enough, they can hide in a mortal pocket world and potentially live another life. If they are lucky, they might even ascend to another immortal realm.

Yang Chi’s law matched his name; it was the law of intense heat. Once driven into the immortal tower, the temperature inside the tower rose without any fire present. Furthermore, the interior of the eighteen trapped light orbs began to heat up, showing signs of ignition.

His efforts were all in vain, for Dongyin Gonggong, seeing his natal immortal artifact trapped and his eighteen light orbs in jeopardy, transformed his complete human body into eighteen parts, forming eighteen fleshy orbs. After flickering for a moment, they all vanished.

Inside the Soul-Suppressing Tower, eighteen fleshy orbs appeared, enveloping the light orbs!

Seeing this, Yang Chi was stunned. As a dignified Immortal King of the minor completion stage, could he be defeated by a pseudo-Immortal King? Yet, slaps to the face often come unexpectedly. The eighteen light orbs and the fleshy orbs within the tower overlapped one by one, just as Wuyun had predicted, forming a massive, dark, ash-gray sphere. This sphere was colorless and lusterless, rampaging through the tower, shattering all restrictions and formations. As the sphere grew larger, the tower expanded, and a clearly identifiable patch on the wall was exposed.

This was a scar left behind when the soul of the Kan-Camel merged with the dwarf-horned black horse, attracting a spatial tribulation lightning strike from the Heavens, which the Soul-Suppressing Tower had absorbed and barely managed to withstand.

Once a complete immortal artifact is damaged, it leaves behind a weakness.

The Soul-Suppressing Tower was no exception. As the dark, ash-gray sphere grew larger and larger, reaching several thousand feet, the tower followed suit, expanding to over ten thousand feet. At this moment, the new scar became even more conspicuous.

The sphere accelerated like a beam of light, striking the new scar. After the collision, the scar burst open, and the sphere flew out.

Yang Chi could no longer sit still. He knew the tower was damaged, and he had even hired famous immortal craftsmen to repair it, but how could this opponent know?

Yang Chi glanced at Bai Wan, who, like a frightened kitten, said, "Master, he and the Dragon Driver belong to the same sect and infiltrated this place. That is why he knew about the damage to the tower!"

Yang Chi shook his head, ignoring her, and asked Wuyun, who was watching from the sidelines, "How could you know that the opponent would turn into a sphere and break out!"

"It is the Orb of Death. Look, the sphere is rolling downward; it will bring devastation to all living things!"

Wuyun pointed into the distance, and Yang Chi, stunned, chased after it. Once the dark gray-black sphere hovered a hundred meters above the ground, it erupted with endless deathly energy. The entire sphere became tangible, like a demon’s heart, continuously providing power.

The erupted death energy transformed the virtual into reality, manifesting as countless undead corpses and ghost generals of various races, all refined from the residual obsessions of the corpses he had unearthed underground.

This was the ultimate power and final trump card of Dongyin Gonggong.

As the army of nearly a million undead clashed with the disciples of the Hundred Flower Valley, corpses fell from the sky every second, and souls were shattered, fleeing the battlefield.

Because of the immense power, a rift appeared in the formation maintained by the six Great Elders—a spatial tear left by the light beams emitted by the eighteen orbs that had long failed to heal. Tens of thousands of undead seeped through, slaughtering the high-level immortals guarding the caves.

These defenders had always believed that the immortal arrays they purchased were the best, that their formations were superior and capable of resisting many attacks.

But the undead army was like a plague of locusts. Sweeping past in a swarm, they wiped out every cave and every formation. They even scraped the ground clean to a depth of thirty meters!

On the sidelines of the battle, Xiong Laosan, disguised as a spectator, stood up in shock and shouted to Long Yi, "Boss, look at them, just look! They’ve scraped thirty meters deep into the earth—this is true robbery! We are just too unprofessional!"

Xiong Laosan had seen that the thirty-meter-deep trenches had exposed many secret chambers, hidden with treasures, and even families and mounts were tucked away inside.

Long Yi snorted, just as he was about to leave, Wuyun said to Bai Wan from above, "Immortal King Yang Chi held back just now, causing so many casualties. It should be counted against him!"

Bai Wan was taken aback. What kind of logic was that? Who could have known the opponent would really dare to commit such a massacre? Just as she began to reprimand him, Wuyun said, "As the Vice Valley Master, he should have stopped all this. Why wait for the opponent to unseal layer after layer and become stronger before jumping out to fight? Does he only feel a sense of accomplishment this way?"

"There are many living beings; save those you can. Why are you still standing there?"

At Wuyun’s reprimand, Bai Wan found no reason to argue. She led her subordinates, along with other deacons and the Immortal King’s trusted aides, to fend off the stray undead soldiers.

The guests watched as Lady Bai Wan departed, looking at Wuyun with eyes of absolute reverence. Wuyun pointed to a small cloud floating before him and said, "I am talking to you. You have done evil deeds; you must do some good to offset them. The Hundred Flower Valley disciples cannot subdue them. You go, tell Little Bug to recite scriptures. Doesn't he like to recite? It's time for him to perform!"

Let Little Bug recite scriptures? What was his cultivation level? Great Immortal Completion!

However, Little Bug lay dizzy on the head of the Green Leaf, muttering sutras—"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Form is no different from emptiness, emptiness is no different from form. If you are not lustful, form is form; if you are not empty, emptiness is emptiness."

As the Buddhist scriptures were chanted, they spread to the surroundings. The drifting death energy was blocked and consumed by a miraculous power. As the death energy dissolved, Little Bug’s chanting grew louder, echoing throughout the Hundred Flower Valley.

Moreover, other immortals who heard it began to chant along. For a time, a faint shadow of a Great Buddha formed over the Hundred Flower Valley. It became increasingly clear, as if something were reflecting out from a spatial passage.

This Buddhist scripture was the simplest one taught by Wuyun. Little Bug had never paid it much mind, as the inheritance he had obtained was far superior to this. Who would have thought that while dizzy and muddled, he would chant it and manifest the power to turn decay into magic, transform evil into the faith of righteousness, and turn death into the miracle of life?

As the Buddha’s shadow became clearer, the dark clouds covering the sky parted, revealing light that shone down, precisely dissolving the group of rampaging undead soldiers surrounding Little Bug.

Not only that, the entire situation changed; all the undead soldiers felt a trace of panic. For creatures without intellect, the expression of panic was nothing but fear and dread.

With the help of Bai Wan and the other deacons, as well as the elite disciples of the inner and outer valley, they acted as if divinely assisted, showing great power in eliminating the groups of undead. Before long, all those who had escaped from the formation were annihilated.

Watching the auspicious clouds gradually forming above Little Bug’s head, Little Bug moved from the peak of the Great Immortal realm and gradually reached completion. With a final ancient Buddhist phrase, he instantly attained Buddhahood, becoming a Great Buddha and stepping into the Mysterious Immortal realm!

But because he was one of the Seven Exotic Beasts, originally a worm, when the tribulation lightning for his Mysterious Immortal ascension appeared, he spat out seven-colored silken threads, wrapping his shimmering Buddhist immortal body, and entered a great cocoon to dodge the forty-nine Divine Lightning strikes of the Mysterious Heaven within the vortex in the sky!

In particular, the millions of Buddhist scriptures chanted in the Hundred Flower Valley further weakened the power of the tribulation lightning. Even strands of faith drifted into the lightning, increasing Little Bug’s fortune and allowing him to pass the tribulation with ease.

Having drunk so much wine, he was dizzy and lethargic. If he woke up the next day to find that he had attained the Mysterious Immortal realm in his sleep, how would he feel? Would he ride on the head of the Green Snake every day, showing off and chattering incessantly?

The dizzy Xiong Laosan and the Fighting King looked at each other, while Long Yi was already seething with rage!

During the ten days the Ethereal Great Immortal Sect had been there, the abundant immortal energy contained within had been swallowed up entirely by Rong Ya. If he had been the one to enter, at the very least, he would have broken through to the peak of the Mysterious Immortal realm and reached the middle stage of the Immortal King realm. If given a little more time, he could have restored his original peak cultivation from the Immortal Realm and looked down upon the world!

Filled with anger and the influence of the "Wine Master" within him, he turned his head and saw a dozen Mysterious Immortals and twenty Great Immortals clutching their chests, sneaking away in fear.

These were the very people who had previously contracted with Wuyun for immortal robes, weapons, refining formations, and casting. They were carrying their most precious items, preparing to flee the battlefield to avoid being caught in the crossfire.

The leader, Master Antelope, was arguing with the Tailor Boss behind him, who was trying to persuade him; the former was shouting about asking his grandfather, the Swallowing Immortal King, for help, while the latter urged him not to muddy these waters and to leave immediately.

Then, a magnificent, indescribable treasure blade appeared in the sky. It ignored the deadly death energy and the undead, looming over the immortals, and then a heavy, oppressive voice sounded!

"I opened this road, I trod this path; hand over your souls and wealth, and you shall keep your lives! If you say even half a word of 'no', the blade falls and your bodies are buried!" While Long Yi spoke, accompanied by the might of the Wine Master, the God-Startling Blade slashed down lightly.

Just as three Mysterious Immortals tore open space and tried to leave using teleportation and divine abilities—*snap*—their bodies were severed in two, and their souls were absorbed by the blade and disappeared.

These three early-stage Mysterious Immortals vanished without even the strength to resist.

Master Antelope’s brain went hot, and he knelt down, offering up all his treasures. Even the rainbow immortal spirit beast he had hidden was lightly flicked up by Long Yi, flew into the air, and was swallowed into his own mouth.

"Not bad!" Long Yi remembered that arrogant black horse and became even more furious. He struck down the resisting Mysterious Immortals one by one. By the time half were left, the remaining immortals opened their souls, allowing Long Yi to probe them at will.

Opening one’s soul was equivalent to being completely exposed. Long Yi disdained to check them thoroughly. After collecting numerous treasures, he felt that his Soul Lake could barely hold any more; it felt as if it were about to explode.

Those were spatial treasures, and their interaction with his Soul Lake was something even he, at the peak of the Mysterious Immortal realm, could not suppress.