Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Chapter 186: Chapter 138: Another Golden Core Stage Slain, Giant Beast Phantom with Snake Head and Turtle Body, the Rage of the Celestial Concealment Divine Master!

This aura blankets the heavens and earth.

At this very moment.

Within the entire Divine Charm Space, all Foundation Establishment cultivators, along with the two just advanced to the Golden Core Stage, were laid prone on the ground, as if a colossal mountain pressed down upon their heads.

”Kneel before me!”

That apparition formed of Divine Thought at the Nascent Soul Stage floated in the void, its terrifying pressure crashing down upon Lin Chang’sheng like a mountain.

”Not good! Divine Thought of a Nascent Soul cultivator!”

Feeling that boundless divine oppression, Lin Chang’sheng was stunned, as if plunged into an icy abyss.

In this instant.

He felt a terrifying force pressing down upon him, so overwhelming that his bones creaked and his breath nearly stopped.

Lin Chang’sheng hadn’t anticipated, that after slaying this golden-robed youth, the protection of a Nascent Soul cultivator’s Divine Thought remained upon him.

Yet at this moment, from the depths of the starry sky, an immeasurable might unfurled, sweeping forth to crush that Nascent Soul Divine Thought.

The Nascent Soul Divine Thought, battered by that fearsome force, instantly shattered, dissolving into nothingness and vanishing on the spot.

”Void Hall’s restriction and rules! Damn it!”

”You lowborn bastard! Daring to slay my Celestial Concealment’s grandson—I will extract your soul and refine your spirit, keeping you from reincarnation forever!”

A furious, venomous voice echoed through the space.

”That was close!”

Watching the phantasmal figure dissipate, Lin Chang’sheng felt cold sweat cover his back. The terror of that pressure just now was truly overwhelming.

Irresistible.

That oppressive force was like a thunderous mountain falling—absolutely impossible to withstand.

”My cultivation is still far too weak. I must increase my speed, and rise with all my might!”

Resolving himself, Lin Chang’sheng reached out, bent down, and stripped the Storage Bag from Su Mu’s waist. Then, under the gazes of many cultivators, he took out the Myriad Soul Banner, gathered up Su Mu’s soul, finally stored his fleshly body, and, without a word, strode toward the gate within the space.

Though it reads long, all this transpired in the blink of an eye.

At that moment, three peak Foundation Establishment cultivators chased Lin Chang’sheng’s footsteps—they were guardians by the Beimu Saint Heir’s side!

”This Lin Chang’sheng is simply too powerful, slaying a Golden Core Stage cultivator with only Foundation Establishment Seventh Layer! And not just any Golden Core, either!”

”To slay a Golden Core is one thing, but this particular one hails from the Beimu Immortal Race—and even had the Divine Thought of a Nascent Soul upon him! His identity is certainly extraordinary!”

”I’ve heard he’s the Beimu Saint Heir. Slaying the Beimu Saint Heir—no matter where Lin Chang’sheng escapes, even to the ends of the earth, he’s doomed...”

”He truly is the strongest Foundation Establishment. Slaying a Golden Core is as easy as taking something from a pouch. If only our Southern Realm had more prodigies like Lin Chang’sheng, Beimu, and the Demon Evil Sea’s demon cultivators would be no threat!”

”.....”

Witnessing Lin Chang’sheng dispatch the Beimu Saint Heir, Su Mu, with a mere gesture, countless cultivators were left utterly shaken.

”Heavens, the Saint Heir has perished.....”

”This is big trouble...”

The Beimu Saintess, Bai People, watched Lin Chang’sheng’s departing figure, and in her exotic eyes flashed a look of terror.

She knew full well, Mu Huang Saint Heir, Su Mu, was the grandson of the Celestial Concealment Divine Master, possessing exceptional talent and holding the hopes of the Beimu Immortal Emperor, granted endless resources. The Celestial Concealment Divine Master had left behind his Nascent Soul Divine Thought upon him.

With the Saint Heir’s natural gifts, his ascension to Nascent Soul was destined.

Yet now, Mu Huang Saint Heir has perished within Void Hall. How can the fury of the Celestial Concealment Divine Master ever be soothed?

Originally, the Saint Heir’s side had Golden Core and Foundation Establishment cultivators guarding him.

However, Golden Core guardians could not enter the Foundation Establishment Area, and the three peak Foundation Establishment guards failed to react in time as Su Mu was slain.

As Lin Chang’sheng departed,

Many Foundation Establishment cultivators streamed out of the Enlightenment Hall.

.......

At this moment in time.

Void Hall, Nascent Soul Area.

”You wretched bastard—no matter how far you flee, even to the ends of the earth, I will seize you and slice you into a thousand pieces!”

An elderly man dressed in a golden robe, exuding an air of majesty, stood within a great hall, his face deeply sour, eyes burning with venomous rage.

A mighty aura erupted outward, rumbling through the hall.

As the Divine Master of the Beimu Immortal Race, Celestial Concealment, with Middle Stage Nascent Soul cultivation, his grandson Su Mu was his pride, his hope. Now, killed by a mere Foundation Establishment ant—how could he not be enraged?

The Divine Thought he left on his grandson was only meant for oversight and deterrence.

Yet moments ago, it was blasted apart by the Void Hall’s restriction.

”Celestial Concealment Divine Master, what’s happened?”

Beside him stood a man, about forty, bald, muscles bulging, towering in stature, who furrowed his brow and questioned him.

The aura radiating from this man matched Celestial Concealment Divine Master’s—both possessed Middle Stage Nascent Soul cultivation.

”The Saint Heir... has fallen.”

Celestial Concealment Divine Master collapsed in dejection onto the floor.

”This....”

”Could there be a mistake? Who in the Foundation Establishment Area would be capable of killing the Saint Heir?”

On hearing this, Mo Li’s gaze flickered—a hint of disbelief in his voice.

From what he knew—

Mu Huang Saint Heir, equal in fame with the Beimu Saintess, was the rare prodigy of the Beimu Immortal Race, possessing a Gold Element Celestial Spirit Root and peak Foundation Establishment cultivation. How could he have been slain in the Foundation Establishment Area?!

”The images relayed by my Divine Thought—a Southern Realm cultivator! Foundation Establishment Seventh Layer! At that moment, Mu’Er was gaining enlightenment on Golden Core, having just advanced!”

”Once I leave this place, even if I must scour the ends of the earth, I will seize this person!”

Celestial Concealment Divine Master was nearly gnashing his teeth to dust.

”Foundation Establishment Seventh Layer..... this......”

Mo Li’s face showed utter disbelief at these words.

The Beimu Saint Heir was a rare single spirit root prodigy, a leader among his peers—and yet slain by a Foundation Establishment Seventh Layer cultivator! Who would believe such a thing? ℯℯ𝑙.

.....

Beimu Immortal Race.

Located in the northern reaches of the Immortal Relic Land.

Desolate and cold, most of it covered in yellow sands, with small swathes of frozen plains, resources scarce. That is why the Beimu Immortal Race’s cultivators, for generations, have sought to invade the Southern Realm.

Jade Cold Immortal City, one of the ten great cities of the Beimu Immortal Race, was filled with massive white fortresses sprawling for thousands of miles.

At this moment—

Within these unbroken citadels, at the heart of a vast White Jade Square spanning thousands of feet.

An immense beast, a hundred feet tall, with the head of a serpent, the body of a tortoise, and long, sharp spines upon its back, lay prostrate upon the plaza, emanating waves of mysterious aura.

Before this colossal creature, the tribesmen of the Beimu Immortal Race knelt in dense rows, faces filled with reverence, chanting obscure incantations.

At that moment.

Within the beast’s belly, a space spanning thirty feet.

A faint white apparition, perched upon a pitch-black Soul-Host Wood three feet thick and thirty feet long, swayed uneasily. Fixating upon a crack in the black tablet before it, horror seized its spectral gaze.

This pale phantom resembled a miniature version of the beast outside!

”The Saint Heir has perished, this......!?”

”Damn it! Who slew him? Who has severed my path to rebirth?”

The beastly phantom spat out human words, its expression whirling from fury, distress, despair, to venomous hatred.......