Mysterious mirror hanging high

Chapter 927 The Loose Immortal Makes a Move

In fact, it doesn't matter how many times one becomes a Loose Immortal. Even a Loose Immortal of the First Tribulation is still a legitimate Immortal, only with an incomplete immortal body. It is still much stronger than a Mahayana cultivator.

Moreover, there are four Divine Cauldron Celestial Immortals by his side. Even Ying Taizu alone forced Xiao Buyi to flee in panic. In the current situation, there is truly no hope in sight.

But at this moment, Xiao Buyi was not flustered at all; instead, he was trying his best to find a way to escape.

He had faced countless life-or-death crises in his life, including five times when he was just a hair's breadth away from death. There was great terror between life and death, but Xiao Buyi had long been accustomed to this terror.

"The heavens evolve into forty-nine, and man escapes one... No matter how desperate the situation, there is always a glimmer of hope."

Xiao Buyi's mind raced, his consciousness churning: "The valley is sealed off by an array that blocks the void, making it impossible to traverse it... To forcibly activate the escape light in the mortal world to break through the blockade of five Celestial Immortals? That's a pipe dream! Where is that sliver of hope?"

Emperor Ying Taizu sneered, his icy gaze falling on Xiao Buyi, a look of extreme pleasure on his face: "Xiao Buyi, you will not escape death today!"

"I never expected Qianwen to provide such accurate information. If we hadn't known about this beforehand, it would have been very difficult to find this hidden place."

"Xiao Buyi, in order to kill you... this time, the entire high-level combat force of my Divine Cauldron has been mobilized, and we have even specially invited Fellow Daoist Fushan, a [Six Tribulations Loose Immortal], to come and help us, in order to ensure that there is no chance of failure... It would be an honor for you, a Mahayana cultivator, to die at the hands of the five of us immortals."

"A Six Tribulations Immortal? Is that the [Bushan Hermit]..."

Xiao Buyi's heart sank: "A Six Tribulation Loose Immortal... that's comparable to a late-stage Celestial Immortal!"

"Jie Jie Jie..."

The Fushan Hermit, with bloodshot eyes, laughed: "So he's Xiao Buyi? You surnamed Ying, has your Divine Cauldron Immortal Dynasty lost your minds? Aside from a mere Mahayana Perfection cultivator, you went to such great lengths to invite this immortal to come out of seclusion?"

Even Emperor Ying Taizu dared not act rashly before this Six Tribulation Loose Immortal. He suppressed his anger and patiently explained:

“Fellow Daoist Busan is skilled in the Dao of the Soul. The reason for inviting you here is to ensure that this person’s body and soul are completely destroyed… This kid has some tricks up his sleeve. He has escaped several times by using the methods of substitution and transformation. With you here, we can be absolutely sure of success.”

"Alright, stop flattering me. Going to such lengths for a Mahayana cultivator... If it weren't for the few rare treasures that your Divine Cauldron Immortal Dynasty promised to give me after the matter was accomplished, which would be of great use to me in overcoming my seventh tribulation as a Loose Immortal, I wouldn't have bothered to leave the mountain."

Busan Hermit lazily said, "Little fellow, are you going to commit suicide directly, or do I, this immortal, want to send you on your way?"

At this moment, Xiao Buyi's eyes burst forth with an extremely strong will to survive. His spiritual energy was no longer contained, but surged out like a volcanic eruption.

A nascent soul Dharma image emerged from the back of his head, growing larger in the wind. On this towering nascent soul Dharma image, the nine acupoints were like nine blazing suns, simultaneously radiating dazzling light!

At the same time, the [Cave Heaven] in the dantian of the Dharma Image suddenly lifted upwards at all costs, and the Mahayana Perfection aura on Xiao Buyi's body seemed to break through the shackles and rise steadily!

A terrifying aura, far surpassing that of a Mahayana Perfection cultivator, suddenly spread out from Xiao Buyi's center!

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged back wildly, forming a huge vortex of spiritual energy above his head. Deep within the vortex, there was faint immortal light and the sound of the Dao resounding!

He actually intended to forcefully elevate his inner celestial abode amidst this desperate situation and ascend to the path of immortality!

"Not good! He's trying to ascend to immortality by force? Stop him!" Emperor Ying Taizu's expression changed drastically, and he roared.

A hint of admiration flashed in Busan Sanren's scarlet eyes, but he immediately sneered:

"Good lad, daring to forcibly ascend to immortality in front of five immortals? Crazy enough, I like it... but unfortunately, it's no different from suicide."

Before he finished speaking, the bloodshot veins in Busan Sanren's eyes seemed to come alive, and with a soft "hiss," they left his eye sockets!

It was not a simple ray of light or energy, but rather a series of dark red threads, as thin as cow's hair yet condensed to the extreme. They ignored the distance in space, as if they were born directly from nothingness, and instantly pierced in front of Xiao Buyi.

Xiao Buyi, a veteran of countless battles, would not sit idly by and wait for his death.

With a thought, several layers of dazzling spiritual light shields instantly rose around him, each layer containing the power of the laws he had painstakingly cultivated.

At the same time, an ancient tortoise shell, a bronze lamp, a landscape painting... several defensive magical artifacts exuding an aura of vicissitudes flew out automatically, radiating brilliant light and firmly protecting him in the center.

These treasures, any one of which would make even Mahayana cultivators or celestial immortals envious, have all appeared in the world at this moment, just to seize that sliver of hope!

However, a strange scene happened.

Those dark red blood streaks, as if passing through a phantom, pierced through layers of spiritual light shields without any hindrance, ignoring the protective light barriers of all the spiritual artifacts, as if they did not exist on this material plane at all, and went straight into the brow, dantian, and limbs of Xiao Buyi's nascent soul dharma image!

"It's... a manifestation of divine thought?!"

Emperor Ying Taizu, standing to the side, felt his pupils shrink sharply, a chill creeping into his heart: "These blood streaks are not formed from the laws of divine power at all, but from pure divine thought condensed into a physical form! This brat from Mount Fu... has only survived six tribulations of the Loose Immortal Realm, yet his divine thought power is already terrifyingly strong? It's simply unbelievable!"

The realm of a Loose Immortal is the state of a Mahayana cultivator who fails to ascend to immortality. Currently, the Loose Immortal of Busan is a Six Tribulations Loose Immortal. In reality, only about six thousand years have passed since he failed to ascend to immortality with the Mahayana realm. In terms of age, he is indeed much younger than Heavenly Immortals such as Emperor Ying Taizu. Calling him a "Little Devil of Busan" is not wrong.

Although his years of cultivation were far fewer than those of Emperor Ying Taizu, his mastery of divine sense far surpassed that of Emperor Ying Taizu.

The moment the blood entered his body, Xiao Buyi's body stiffened abruptly.

The vast vortex of spiritual energy above Xiao Buyi's head suddenly stopped. The aura that was rising steadily and was about to touch that trace of immortal law was as if it had been violently cut off by an invisible giant hand!

The indomitable, blazing golden light in his eyes quickly dimmed and extinguished, and the brilliance in his pupils receded like the tide, leaving them empty and ashen.

The light from the nine burning orifices, which resembled the sun, quickly faded.

The cave that was being forcibly supported let out a mournful cry, then quickly collapsed back into the nascent soul dantian, becoming lifeless.

His surging inspiration vanished like a burst dam in an instant.

Xiao Buyi opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately made no sound. His nascent soul dharma form, which had accumulated his life's cultivation and was about to knock on the gate of immortality, was now like a puppet with its strings cut, losing all support and falling helplessly from mid-air.