Chapter Fifty-Two: The Inextinguishable Karma Fire Destroys the Cat Demon

In just a dozen seconds, these soldiers would have been reduced to skeletons. At that moment, when the Second Prince Ji Wang, the leader, and the elders Left One and Right Two were seized by panic, a colossal figure suddenly appeared, using its own body to block the sacrificial ritual of the Universe Pouch.

In those brief seconds, as the Tiger-faced Immortal sneered with disdain, he seemed to hear a voice from deep within his belly. Then, the soul of the Emperor of a Thousand Chrysanthemums nearly dissipated, murmuring, "What I promised you, I have fulfilled. What you promised me—wait and see!"

Once he vanished, a powerful curse erupted. The Emperor of a Thousand Chrysanthemums had not merely hindered the ritual but had, in truth, cast a spell!

The soul of an Immortal Emperor uttering a curse—what force could match such might?

Moreover, this curse set off the karmic power that the Tiger-faced Immortal had accumulated. In an instant, this karma transformed into an inextinguishable fire of retribution, burning fiercely across his body.

In the next second, the Tiger-faced Immortal felt his head and neck suddenly hollow, his body elsewhere.

Who could have slain the Tiger-faced Immortal at such a moment? Long Yi was barely clinging to life, unable even to hold the Divine Fright Blade steadily—who could act in his stead?

At that instant, the laughter of the Six-talented Ancestral Dragon echoed forth. Unable to resist the power granted by the broken blade in his hand, he turned once more to Long Yi. At the very brink of death, Long Yi finally moved, offering up an object in sacrifice!

It was the gray-striped pouch he had acquired within the Golden Bridge, akin to the Tiger-faced Immortal’s Universe Pouch. Once unleashed, it struck the cat-demon’s chest, swept away three hundred thousand of Qi State’s men, and vanished from the formation in a flash.

Within the Universe Pouch, Left One and Right Two stood dumbfounded. Only then did a faint voice drift to their ears: "You two stood too far away—I have no strength left…"

The two elders of the Multi-dimensional Chamber of Commerce remained stupefied, and before they could react, the Six-talented Ancestral Dragon brandished the ancient yellow broken blade and hacked down, from the back of the Tiger-faced Immortal’s neck to the very tip of his tail, cleaving the corpse in two!

As the body was split, the Tiger-faced Immortal’s formidable regenerative power began to mend the wound, but those karmic flames suddenly shifted, turning black. In a heartbeat, the Tiger-faced Immortal’s body was utterly consumed.

Within the Universe Pouch, Left One and Right Two perished instantly, even their souls incinerated by the black flames into vapor.

"From the very start, you were all acting. In the end, it was you—the dragon-shaped artifact spirit—who wielded the blade," the Tiger-faced Immortal, now reduced to a head, uttered with endless bitterness. A single misstep, and the price was life.

"Exactly!" The Six-talented Ancestral Dragon, gripping the Divine Fright Blade, fixed his gaze on the Tiger-faced Immortal’s head, declaring proudly, "My intent to kill that traitor was real. Only his treasure blade saved him from disaster."

He muttered to himself, "As long as I force you to act, lock you in space, leaving you nowhere to hide, I will wield my blade, ensuring your inevitable death!"

"Explode! Explode! Explode!"

Reduced to only his head, the Tiger-faced Immortal did not relent, pouring the last vestiges of his imperial might into the collar bell, pushing it to its utmost. He intended to seize the moment, detonate the spiritual treasure, shatter the formation, and escape!

But in the very next instant, the collar bell exploded—yet this treasure of immortal power vanished in the spatial passage as if someone yawned, leaving not a trace.

In the terrifying spatial corridor, such a blast was as inconsequential as frying a grasshopper: a few chews, and it was gone.

Staring at the formation’s restored transparency and the spatial passage beyond, the Tiger-faced Immortal vaguely understood his fate. He even recognized the spinning channel—where it led, to which immortal realm, even glimpsed the ascension passage to the Twenty-seventh Immortal Realm.

From bottom to top, one ascends; from top to bottom, one perishes. Any who challenge the order of space itself pay the ultimate price!

"I don’t know if I will die, so don’t get complacent!"

The Tiger-faced Immortal suddenly bit through the token hidden in his mouth—a cat-shaped token. It was this token that had divided his imperial might in two, helping him evade heavenly retribution.

When it shattered, light streamed from the broken token. A shadow should have appeared, linking the immortal realm, the divine world, and an unknown dimension—yet no figure descended.

"My lord Shengba is truly dead!" the Tiger-faced Immortal cried in sorrow, severing his own soul, his countless memories swiftly erased and gone.

"Even if Shengba isn’t dead, it’s as if he is," Wu Yun sighed, gazing through the Tiger-faced Immortal’s memories—a life extraordinary, from the moment he was a cat…

A wild raccoon cat, orphaned as a kitten, was raised in a village by a little girl. Those days were filled with comfort and ease.

Later, disaster struck: ceaseless rain, food shortages. The young cat ventured into the forest to hunt for the girl who had cared for him, bringing down a beaver rat even larger than himself.

On his way home with the rat, calamity struck—a leopard attacked. In a desperate moment, he hid in a tree and survived, but the torn throat left him gravely wounded.

Back in the village, his injuries drew the attention of some villagers with ill intent. He escaped several times by luck until, at last, the little girl’s father trapped him in a vine basket while feeding him.

In the end, he was not killed for food—the little girl saved him. Yet henceforth, his hatred for humans ran deep.

Just as he was escaping and preparing to die…

In his memories, the raccoon cat was rescued; suddenly, a token appeared—the same one the Tiger-faced Immortal had used. Strangely, there was no trace of Shengba in these memories.

It was as if the Tiger-faced Immortal’s fortune was a blank.

"Someone clearly cared for him, taught him martial arts, groomed his fur—why has this memory been erased?" Long Yi wondered. Who could possess such power, to alter the truth of one’s recollection?

"Keep watching. In time, you will all forget who Shengba is," Wu Yun remarked casually, sending a chill through everyone’s hearts.

As their understanding deepened, they finally pieced together the Tiger-faced Immortal’s story. With growing cultivation, he returned to the village, exacting ruthless vengeance.

The little girl who had cared for him became his wife-slave.

The cat demon ravaged the land, sparing only the one who had raised him as a child. This led to suspicions of collusion between the girl and the cat demon. Later, when the villagers burned her at the stake, the cat demon appeared, slaughtered everyone, and saved her.

In time, the girl grew old and died; the cat demon ascended to the immortal realm, drawing upon every fortune and technique, ultimately becoming a demon emperor and ruler of a planet.

As the memories faded, what ought to have been an ending felt to Wu Yun more like a beginning.

In the unseen, he seemed to glimpse dozens of threads stretching outward, transmitting some message along the spatial tunnels.

Wu Yun was powerless to stop them.

With a keen eye, Xiong Laosan grinned deliberately, "Elder, let’s return. On such a joyous day, all cultivators in Qianluo Space must know and record our merit!"

"If it is fate, it cannot be avoided; if it is disaster, there is no escape. One has gone, and a horde will come!" Wu Yun’s expression was grave, for at the spot where the Tiger-faced Immortal had fallen, countless immortal senses converged. Soon, beings like the Tiger-faced Immortal would flock here in droves.