The First Immortal of Destiny

Chapter 337: Chapter 337: Combination Magic_1

”With this power of Withering, I can utilize the Withering Pursuit Soul Palm once without sacrificing myself!”

The deathly intent of Nirvana in Shen Mo’s eyes slowly faded, and his voice became younger and clearer.

He stared at his left palm, grinning with satisfaction.

Originally, he had practiced this Sacrificial Magic purely to better eradicate this power of Nirvana and Decay, never expecting to receive such a pleasant surprise.

At this point, his left palm had returned to normal, appearing no different from his other hand.

But Shen Mo could sense that this power of Withering, transformed from the ninety percent demonic primality the Guidao Heavenly Demon had sacrificed, was quietly lurking beneath the skin of his palm.

As long as he executed the Withering Pursuit Soul Palm, he could utilize this foreign power to harm and strike down his enemies!

This was different from the War Palm.

Creatures hit by the Doumu Xie’s phantom antlers would also fall into a state of weakness and languor, but that was temporary.

It would not be long before such effects faded.

The Withering Pursuit Soul Palm, however, was real, damaging an enemy’s vitality and soul with the power of Withering.

If not for Shen Mo’s formidable Dao Body and soul, even a late-stage Spirit Sea Realm cultivator struck by it could lose half their life.

Of course, the power of Withering Shen Mo invoked was foreign, not transformed by self-sacrifice, so its might was bound to fall short of the Guidao Heavenly Demon’s original move.

But, it should be able to exhibit seventy to eighty percent of its might, which is considered powerful!

”However, I can only use the Withering Pursuit Soul Palm once. When I use it again, I will have to sacrifice ninety percent of my primal Essence and Qi.”

”That would be a sheer waste of this magic’s formidable power!”

After the initial joy, Shen Mo’s thoughts spun rapidly, and he sank into contemplation.

Such Sacrificial Magic mostly shared similar underlying principles: converting all Mana, stamina and vitality, and primal soul within a cultivator’s body into fuel for the magic.

Therefore, its might far exceeded ordinary magic and martial arts.

But a cultivator’s primal Essence and Qi was intrinsically linked to their cultivation, Dao Body, and the flourishing or decline of their soul. Once exhausted, they would decay and die.

Even if they did not die, it could result in severe consequences like reduced Lifespan, potential exhaustion, and major cultivation regression.

Hence, this kind of cultivation method was essentially a cultivator’s last resort, never to be used lightly unless facing a Life and Death situation.

Some cultivators would rather take pills like the Madness Heart-devouring Pill, which squeezed out potential, than offer up everything they had. After all, compared to the aftermath of Sacrificial Magic, the side effects of the Madness Heart-devouring Pill seemed trivial.

But in Shen Mo’s eyes, the situation was different. Taking Madness Pills and other Elixirs squeezes out the last drop of potential from an exhausted Dantian and soul, causing irreversible damage! However, if Sacrificial Magic only requires sacrificing a portion of Mana, stamina, and soul, I can completely accept that.

”I am different from other cultivators!”

”I will not lack Mana.”

”The vastness of my three Spirit Seas is boundless, and my total Mana is certainly not inferior to that of a middle-stage Spirit Sea Realm cultivator.”

”Even if the Spirit Seas are exhausted, with the Epic level of the Purple Mansion Heart Scripture, it won’t be long before I can recover to an overflowing state.”

”Let alone when my understanding of the Mixed Yuan Qi Technique deepens further, the speed of Mana recovery will reach a new level!”

”As for stamina and Vitality, the blood essence primality within my body far exceeds that of ordinary people. I can accept losing a part of it; I’ll soon be able to replenish it.”

”The same goes for soul power!”

”With the Three-Heads Six-Arms True Immortal Technique, this miraculous cultivation method, once I activate it, my soul naturally has two more heads and two more pairs of arms than others.”

”If I can precisely control the degree of sacrifice for the Withering Pursuit Soul Palm, I could totally sacrifice...the extra parts of my soul!”

”And then activate the Three-Heads Six-Arms True Immortal Technique to regrow the withered and decayed limbs and soul parts; that should do it.”

Shen Mo’s idea was not a far-fetched fantasy.

Indeed, quite a few cultivators in the cultivation world had mastered some form of Sacrificial Magic. But they despised such magic for its brutal side effects, so they would only sacrifice a portion, using it to eliminate their enemies.

However, in doing so, the Sacrificial Magic could not exert its intended terrifying and destructive power, and the effects often failed to be satisfactory. Moreover, the lost soul primality could not be replenished. It was a classic case of the attempt backfiring, resulting in a net loss.

Yet, for Shen Mo, these were not issues.

Even though the effect of sacrificing a portion is far less than sacrificing all his primal Essence and Qi, the power is still considerable, worthy of being a trump card.In addition, his Mana, stamina, and soul all far surpass ordinary people.With the assistance of the Three-Heads Six-Arms True Immortal Technique, he doesn’t need to worry about being unable to recover.What limits him is only the precise control of the Withering Pursuit Soul Palm: how much he is willing to sacrifice, and to what extent!

”This point, with the help of [Martial Performance], is naturally not a big problem!”

After clarifying his thoughts, Shen Mo once again used his Martial Performance Body to cultivate the Withering Pursuit Soul Palm. And that peculiar aura of Nirvana and Decay once again permeated his surroundings.

His heart was like wood turned to ash, his body an unmoored boat.

「...」

「With the rising moon and the setting sun, the cycle continues.」

When Shen Mo opened his eyes again, the Withering Pursuit Soul Palm had remarkably reached the ”Entering the Hall” level. This magic was pure and simple. Compared to spiritual-level magic like the Constellation Great Hand Seal, its experience bar had risen significantly faster. However, this did not prevent Shen Mo from gaining a deeper understanding of the power of Withering and the Withering Pursuit Soul Palm.

He subsequently transformed into his Three-headed Six-armed form. Then, he carefully began to execute this sacrificial cultivation method.

”OM!”

As soon as he activated this technique, Shen Mo felt the Mana and stamina inside his body, like a dam bursting, roaring towards his slowly extended right palm. What shocked him even more was that his soul felt as if it were caught in a terrifying vortex, continuously distorting and tearing, threatening to completely transform into the power of Withering to propel the Withering Pursuit Soul Palm.

”Stop!” Shen Mo roared. The Purple Mansion Heart Scripture, the Three-Heads Six-Arms True Immortal Technique, and the Divine Soul Contemplation Scripture—three major cultivation methods—operated simultaneously. Like three towering mountains, they instantly restrained the loss of Mana and stamina and pulled his soul back to its original position.

However, once the Withering Pursuit Soul Palm was activated, it could not be stopped! His right palm had, in some unseen, netherworldly way, transformed into something akin to a black hole. Shen Mo could restrain it for a time, but not indefinitely. Sooner or later, he would sacrifice his entire being as fuel to unleash that cataclysmic palm strike.

At this moment, a thought struck him, and he directed the power of Withering from beneath the skin of his right palm into the vortex-like black hole.

”BOOM!”

A black smoke, like a coiling dragon or slithering snake, formed into a moderately sized black palm imprint and struck the rock wall of the cave before him.

”CRACK! CRACK!”

A section of the rock wall instantly indented, in the exact shape of Shen Mo’s right palm. Plumes of rock dust rose with a soft rustling sound...

Upon closer inspection, the palm imprint on the rock wall looked as if it had weathered countless eons, showing signs of decay and desiccation.