Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal

Chapter 397: Chapter 322: Dragon God’s Power, Annihilate Situ Wu, Sword Soul Blood Seal

You have to understand, the Divinity Transformation Stage is nothing like the Golden Core Stage or Nascent Soul Stage—you can’t just pop an Elixir or use some secret technique and easily break through Hao Zhix.

His breakthrough was only possible thanks to the Sword Soul Power of the Celestial Nether Sword Sect.

The Sword Soul Power is an incredible force, strong enough to uphold the Celestial Domain Barrier across a million miles.

But Lin Chang’sheng—he’s just some speck from an ant nest. How could he ever possess the force needed to shatter Hao Zhix?

That’s why Situ Wu was utterly shaken in that moment.

”What’s impossible about it? Time for you to hit the road!”

Lin Chang’sheng charged into the Grand Array again, slamming his palm down to kill with brutal force.

Suddenly, thousands of palm seals crashed down from the sky. This move was none other than the Three Thousand Divine Buddha Seals.

Golden palm imprints flooded the entire firmament, pouring down like endless rain, leaving Situ Wu with nowhere to dodge—he had no choice but take them head-on.

Situ Wu swung his sword, summoning Sword Aura, and gathered his power for a mighty strike—the crescent Sword Aura hurtled skywards straight into the barrage of palm seals.

BOOOOOM—

Deafening thunder exploded overhead.

Their attacks clashed dead even, but Lin Chang’sheng’s true aim wasn’t Situ Wu’s body—it was his Primordial Spirit Dharma Body.

Lin Chang’sheng vanished into the dense curtain of palm seals, drew the Unrivaled Divine Blade, and slashed at Situ Wu’s Primordial Spirit Dharma Body.

Situ Wu was caught completely off guard.

There was no time to dodge—he could only raise both palms to block the Blade Aura.

BANG—

A burst of violence—the Primordial Spirit Dharma Body was smashed into the earth by Lin Chang’sheng, his palm torn open to the bone.

Lin Chang’sheng had left him seriously wounded.

”Such tyrannical strength!” ℯℯ𝘭.

Situ Wu’s heart jolted with shock.

His Primordial Spirit Dharma Body was injured; his real body took the hit too. He staggered, almost toppling to the ground.

This Dharma Body was a convergence of the power in his Sea of Divine Soul Consciousness. If it died, his body would suffer immense backlash—even perish alongside it.

Feeling the fierce power of Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation, Situ Wu dared not keep using the Dharma Body and swiftly drew it back into his real body.

If he let Lin Chang’sheng seize another opening, he might deliver a fatal blow.

”Little bug, you’ve got talent. Why not join my Celestial Nether Sword Sect? Let’s bury the old grudge right here, and you’ll have endless cultivation resources at your disposal!”

Situ Wu tried to recruit him, but inside he was shaken, sensing that his power boost was about to expire.

If he didn’t smooth things over with Lin Chang’sheng soon, he knew his death was certain.

If he could stabilize things now and recover from his wounds, he absolutely wouldn’t let Lin Chang’sheng off the hook.

”You want me to go rot with losers like you? I’d end up another useless failure just like you!”

Lin Chang’sheng sneered—how could he not see through Situ Wu’s scheme?

The guy would never hand him cultivation resources; it was just a ploy to buy time.

”You—”

Lin Chang’sheng’s words nearly made Situ Wu spit blood in rage.

Situ Wu realized Lin Chang’sheng was the most arrogant person he had ever met—not an ounce of respect for the Celestial Nether Sword Sect?

That’s a top-ten force in the Immortal Realm!

The Immortal Realm has hundreds—if not thousands—of factions. Merely carving out a place means serious heritage.

Yet somehow, Lin Chang’sheng dare snub one of the ten strongest sects?

Is this brat truly this wild?

But now, Situ Wu was fighting on empty. He’d taken blow after blow from Lin Chang’sheng.

He thought the Celestial Nether Sword Soul would be enough to stop Lin Chang’sheng, but he still couldn’t break the Grand Array, and now his Dharma Body was gravely hurt.

”If we keep going, our networks in the Immortal Realm will be worthless. We’ll both end up battered and broken—why not cut a deal? I’ll take you to one of the top three sects for cultivation and make introductions. How about it?”

Situ Wu was forced to back down. With his life on the line, he had plenty of ways to deal with Lin Chang’sheng later.

Sadly, Lin Chang’sheng was no gullible fool.

”No escape for you today. You better think carefully about your last words!”

Lin Chang’sheng looked at Situ Wu like he was watching a clown.

He knew full well that Situ Wu’s boost was almost done.

No secret technique can last forever—otherwise, Situ Wu wouldn’t grovel this low.

”Lin Chang’sheng, don’t get cocky! If you kill me, your troubles are just starting. I’ll give it to you straight—I’m one of the eight Grand Elders of the Celestial Nether Sword Sect. The power of the Sword Soul is branded in me. If I die, that brand falls on you. The Celestial Nether Sword Sect will learn of my death and will never stop hunting you. You think you can withstand the wrath of our entire sect? That’s your death sentence. Truce with me—is your best shot!”

Situ Wu laid down his final card—the Sword Soul Blood Seal of the Celestial Nether Sword Soul.

That’s how the Celestial Nether Sword Sect rose to the top ten—by marking its people with the blood seal.

If you kill a major figure from their sect, the Sword Soul Blood Seal marks you. The whole sect comes for your head.

So even in the Immortal Realm, few dare provoke someone from the Celestial Nether Sword Sect.

Going up against the Celestial Nether Sword Sect isn’t about fighting a person—it’s taking on a deeply-rooted sect.

This caught Lin Chang’sheng off guard—turned out this guy was marked with a traceable seal, much like the Soul Seed Qi Hui planted on him before.

If he killed Situ Wu, the Celestial Nether Sword Sect in the Immortal Realm would be alerted.

Still, Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t about to let Situ Wu go.

Leaving him alive would only bring endless chaos to the Southern Realm, like raising a venomous tiger.

”Getting scared, huh? Then shut up and bargain with me!”

Situ Wu saw the change in Lin Chang’sheng’s face, thinking he’d finally won.

At the same time, Situ Wu’s Sword Soul Power hit its limit. His cultivation began slipping, weakness seeping in.

He thought Lin Chang’sheng was scared, and wouldn’t make another move.

But he couldn’t have been more wrong.

Screeeee—

In the next instant, Lin Chang’sheng answered him with an icy Blade Aura.

Situ Wu couldn’t believe it. He’d made himself crystal clear—yet Lin Chang’sheng still dared attack?

Does he not fear the vengeance of the whole Celestial Nether Sword Sect?

No time to react—Situ Wu reflexively swung his sword to block.

BANG—

The impact sent Situ Wu hurtling backwards.

With his cultivation plummeting, he was no match for Lin Chang’sheng now.

Before he could land, Lin Chang’sheng shot forward, landing two fists square in the chest—caving it in with the blows.

High above, Situ Wu spat blood and crashed hard to the ground, his aura weakening to near nothing.

”You—you’ve got some nerve!”

Situ Wu would never have believed it—even in his wildest dreams—Lin Chang’sheng was this much of a madman.

He’d told him, killing him would make the entire Celestial Nether Sword Sect hunt Lin Chang’sheng to the ends of the earth.

But it didn’t even faze him. How insane could Lin Chang’sheng be?

Some ant from the Lower Realm—forget a sect, even a lone loose cultivator from the Immortal Realm could crush him with a flick.

And yet he chose to provoke a Great Immortal Sect—was this not suicide?

”You only have yourself to blame for picking me as your enemy!”

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t bother with more chatter—he drove his sword straight through Situ Wu’s heart, killing him in one blow.

BUZZ—

In the next instant, Situ Wu’s Primordial Spirit Dharma Body burst free, desperate to escape.

But inside the Grand Array, no matter how he tried, he couldn’t flee.

”Lin Chang’sheng, you’re finished—the Celestial Nether Sword Sect will avenge—”

Before he finished, Lin Chang’sheng slapped his Dharma Body, obliterating it—soul scattered to the winds.

Flesh and spirit destroyed—Situ Wu was dead for good.

A mist of blood drifted from his corpse, slowly wrapping around Lin Chang’sheng’s wrist.

Lin Chang’sheng pulled up his sleeve to see—a blood-red mark, seven inches long, had appeared on his wrist.

”Sword Soul Blood Seal?”

Lin Chang’sheng murmured inside.

His brows furrowed.

He’d thought this might happen, but wasn’t entirely convinced—maybe Situ Wu had been bluffing.

Turns out it was real. That means the Celestial Nether Sword Sect will soon be on his trail.