Eternal Life by Daily Divination

Inside the main hall, black mist roiled and surged.

Tens of thousands of souls shrieked miserably within the black mist, their cries blood-curdling.

“What’s going on?”

Hu Feng’s expression turned grim.

In the blink of an eye, half of the black mist he controlled had been devoured!

This meant the quality of Li Chang’an’s Venerable Soul Banner far surpassed his own Soul Banner.

’His Venerable Soul Banner… its Tier actually reached Tier Three?’

Hu Feng couldn’t believe it, but the proof was right before his eyes.

A sense of unease crept into his heart, and he quietly took two steps back. His tone, however, remained arrogant and full of confidence.

“Everyone, attack together! As long as we kill this Li Fan, the Saint Child will reward us handsomely!”

Hu Feng roared, shaking his Soul Banner.

The Tier Two Main Soul, which had surpassed the Foundation Establishment Limit, immediately lunged forward, flying into the black mist controlled by Li Chang’an.

The other six men also activated their Tier Two Refined Corpses, charging toward Li Chang’an’s previous position.

“Li Fan, you will die here today!”

They were all brimming with confidence, already imagining the scene of the Saint Child rewarding them.

However, in the very next instant,

the black mist under Li Chang’an’s control suddenly expanded, swallowing all the Demon Cultivators in a flash!

Hu Feng had planned to use the other six to buy him time to escape, but it was too late. He could only watch in terror as he was consumed.

The situation had changed too quickly.

It was beyond what most people had expected.

’Why does it feel like Li Fan has the upper hand?’

’Hard to say.’

’Demonic Cultivation Techniques are all bizarre. Maybe Hu Feng and his men are winning, and we just can’t see it…’

Luo Qiantong and the others stared intently at the roiling black mist in the hall, still refusing to believe that Li Chang’an could win.

But the situation inside the black mist was the complete opposite of what they imagined.

The ferocious-looking Main Soul had yet to even get close to Li Chang’an when it saw an Evil Soul even more malevolent than itself.

’A Tier Three Main Soul?’

Its expression changed drastically, and it instantly dropped to its knees.

It slid forward on its knees all the way to Li Chang’an.

“Spare me, my lord! I’m just a simple Soul who knows nothing, I was just following orders! I beg you, spare my life and let me serve in your Venerable Soul Banner!”

This Main Soul was filled with terror, begging for mercy repeatedly.

Li Chang’an gave it a cool glance.

“How many souls are in that Soul Banner of yours?”

“Answering my lord, there are sixty thousand souls in total.”

“Sixty thousand? Not bad.”

Li Chang’an nodded, fairly satisfied.

After years of continuous purchases, his Soul Banner already contained 220,000 souls, and their quality had not diminished.

Adding these sixty thousand would bring the total to 280,000!

At that point, he would only be twenty thousand short of allowing the Evil Soul to match the weakest True Pill Cultivator.

Thinking of this, Li Chang’an gave a cold command, “Go stand aside. You will enter the Soul Banner on your own later.”

“Yes, yes! Thank you, my lord, for the mercy of not killing me!”

The Main Soul kowtowed like a pecking chicken, showing no backbone whatsoever as it immediately scrambled to the side.

The Evil Soul’s figure flickered, and it began to hunt within the black mist.

A moment later, a blood-curdling scream rang out from the nearby black mist.

“AHHH—”

It was followed by a RRRIP, and the screaming stopped abruptly.

Li Chang’an casually walked over and saw a corpse torn in half.

It was one of the six Demon Cultivators at the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment.

Next to the Demon Cultivator was a Foundation Establishment Peak Refined Corpse, bound by Soul Power Chains.

’Not bad. This Refined Corpse will fetch a good price.’

With a wave of his hand, Li Chang’an tossed the Demon Cultivator’s Treasure and the Refined Corpse into his Storage Pouch.

After that, five more screams rang out in quick succession.

The remaining five Late Stage Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivators were all slain by the Evil Soul.

Only Hu Feng was left alive.

“JIE JIE JIE, still trying to escape?”

The Evil Soul, its face twisted with ferocity, appeared before Hu Feng in an instant and swiped down with its claw.

SCHLICK!

Hu Feng was instantly split in two.

Strangely, however, he didn’t split into two halves of a corpse. Instead, he became two halves of a tattered cloth doll that fell to the ground.

The Evil Soul froze for a moment, then picked up the cloth doll.

“This is…”

“It’s a Death Substitution Puppet.”

Li Chang’an walked over and glanced at it casually.

His self-created Green Wood Tribulation Technique was based on Death Substitution Puppets, so he was very familiar with this kind of Puppet.

At that moment, Hu Feng had already escaped the black mist.

His face was ashen, his eyes filled with terror.

’Thank goodness I had a Death Substitution Puppet, or I’d be dead by now!’

He didn’t dare hesitate for a second, fleeing desperately out of the main hall.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned.

Hu Feng, who had seemed to hold the absolute advantage, was now fleeing miserably?

“How could this be?”

Luo Qiantong’s expression shifted slightly, finding it hard to believe.

Wu Ming said calmly, “I told you all before that you underestimated Daoist Li. This bunch of rabble can’t do anything to him. They’re just lining up to deliver Treasure to him!”

“This…”

Luo Qiantong’s heart was in turmoil.

Wu Ming continued, “Daoist Luo, although you are stronger than your father, Luo Baitong, your ability to judge people is inferior to his. You should try to learn more from him in the future. I would hate to see the faction he worked so hard to build be ruined in your hands.”

Hearing this, Luo Qiantong fell silent and said no more.

Just then, chains formed from Soul Power shot out of the black mist, instantly binding Hu Feng’s limbs and torso.

His face was a mask of terror as he shouted in despair.

“Fourth Saint Child, save me!”

The moment the words left his mouth, a skull pendant hanging from his neck suddenly flew up, transforming into a normal-sized skull.

Eerie ghost fire ignited within the skull, and flames spewed from its two deep-set eye sockets, creating a particularly strange sight.

“Li Fan, stop at once!”

The skull’s jaw moved up and down as it spoke human words.