Chapter 352 - 292: Slain, Zhao Fuhu Flees into the Spirit-Seizing Land

Seriously injured, Su Changkong immediately withdrew his Primordial Power Realm, and the countless souls regained their ability to move.

Under Lin Chang’sheng’s control, they all charged toward Su Changkong together.

Among them were even spirits from the Divinity Transformation Stage, with overwhelming strength.

"No, impossible, I am a Divinity Transformation Stage cultivator—how could I possibly lose to you?"

Su Changkong roared with a tearing fury, and even summoned his Seven-Colored Divine Buddha Bead to resist the onslaught of thousands of souls.

Boom! Boom! Boom—

Countless soul attacks landed on the Seven-Colored Divine Buddha Bead, causing waves of rumbling, but it couldn’t harm Su Changkong in the slightest.

The Seven-Colored Divine Buddha Bead was like seven giant mountains circling Su Changkong, making it nearly impossible for the myriad souls to get close.

However, while the Seven-Colored Divine Buddha Bead could defend him from every side, it couldn’t guard above or below, leaving two major gaps.

Under Lin Chang’sheng’s command, many souls attacked Su Changkong from above.

Su Changkong counterattacked, killing off the charging souls one by one.

Yet the fallen souls would once again gather together, becoming even stronger souls.

So although Su Changkong killed more and more of them, the power of the souls only kept growing.

In the end, six Early Stage Divinity Transformation spirits had formed, and even one Middle Stage spirit appeared.

This left Su Changkong in utter despair.

Surrounded and besieged by countless spirits, even with the protection of the Seven-Colored Divine Buddha Bead, Su Changkong was forced to retreat again and again, accumulating more and more wounds.

"Die!"

Seeing the timing was right, Lin Chang’sheng gathered all his strength and slashed out with his blade.

The mighty blade aura transformed into a Celestial Vault Giant Blade, slashing down at Su Changkong.

"I won’t accept this—!"

Su Changkong roared, but surrounded by thousands of spirits, he was exhausted and at his limit.

Now, facing Lin Chang’sheng’s charged strike, there was no way he could withstand it.

Rumble—

The blade aura struck Su Changkong, sending him crashing straight to the ground.

Amidst a violent explosion, the earth trembled. On the ground, a huge chasm a hundred feet long and ten feet wide appeared.

Su Changkong lay in the depths of the cleft, a massive blade wound across his chest, blood gushing from his mouth, his Primordial Power completely depleted.

No matter how he tried, he couldn’t believe that even with his Divinity Transformation Stage cultivation, he’d still lost to Lin Chang’sheng.

This kid was truly monstrous. A freak.

He’d actually managed to cross a whole major realm and fight him, and in the end, Su Changkong had met a crushing defeat.

"Quick! Look—Su, Su Changkong lost?!"

"What? Su Changkong lost? That’s impossible!"

"Looks like it’s true... Lin Chang’sheng actually killed a Divinity Transformation expert with Nascent Soul cultivation? This is unreal!"

"He must be the number one in the Immortal Relic Land! Previous prodigies at most used Golden Core cultivation to fight Nascent Soul, but Lin Chang’sheng actually used Nascent Soul to battle Divinity Transformation."

In the distance, the disciples of the Golden Talisman Sect who had just fled saw Su Changkong fall from the sky and were immediately stunned.

They’d thought Lin Chang’sheng would be crushed by Su Changkong, but in the end, he’d miraculously turned things around.

"He... actually pulled it off?"

Even Elder Chen couldn’t help but exclaim in awe at Lin Chang’sheng—it was simply too unbelievable.

In the deep pit.

Su Changkong opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he couldn’t overcome his injuries. Blood kept pouring out, his aura growing weaker and weaker.

"Be on your way!"

Lin Chang’sheng waved his blade, stabbing straight through Su Changkong’s heart, taking his life in one blow.

Buzz—

In the next moment, a golden figure flew from Su Changkong’s brow. It was no longer a blurry, human-shaped shadow, but had taken a visible form.

It looked like a miniature, youthful Su Changkong.

This was the phase between Nascent Soul and Primordial Spirit. Once the Void Refining Stage was attained, the Nascent Soul would completely evolve into the Primordial Spirit, looking identical to the main body.

"Collect!"

Lin Chang’sheng immediately waved his Myriad Soul Banner, storing Su Changkong’s Nascent Soul into the Myriad Soul Banner’s space.

And at that moment, with Su Changkong’s death, all the surrounding Primordial Power was drawn away by the array, transformed into waves of spiritual energy that surged into Lin Chang’sheng’s body.

"So this is how immense the Primordial Power of the Divinity Transformation Stage is?"

Lin Chang’sheng frantically ran the Dragon Elephant Heaven-Suppressing Technique, refining the spiritual energy that erupted from the Grand Array, utterly astonished.

The spiritual energy provided by Su Changkong’s death was enough to push Lin Chang’sheng to the peak of the Late Stage Nascent Soul—just a step away from breaking into Divinity Transformation.

"Time to take care of Zhao Fuhu!"

Two hours later, after refining the spiritual energy from Su Changkong’s death, Lin Chang’sheng opened his eyes and spoke.

Although Zhao Fuhu was only at Golden Core cultivation, he had talent. If Lin Chang’sheng didn’t eliminate him, he would become a dangerous threat in the future.

Lin Chang’sheng put away his Million Soul Banner, withdrew the Grand Array, and after collecting the spirit vein and all the soul banners underground, spread his divine sense outward.

In an instant, his divine sense of seven thousand miles locked onto Zhao Fuhu’s position.

"He actually managed to escape three thousand miles?"

Lin Chang’sheng sneered. It looked like Zhao Fuhu really wanted to live.

But offending Lin Chang’sheng—there was no way he’d let him get away.

Quickly, Lin Chang’sheng carved in front of himself, golden lights flashing, preparing to use the Teleportation Array to hunt Zhao Fuhu down.

"Su Changkong has fallen. There’s no need for you all to flee anymore!"

Before leaving, Lin Chang’sheng tossed out a sentence, telling all the Golden Talisman Sect people to return to their sect.

This left all the Golden Talisman Sect cultivators looking at each other in disbelief.

Had Lin Chang’sheng really managed to trap and kill Su Changkong within the Grand Array?

Lin Chang’sheng didn’t care whether they believed it or not. As soon as the Space Transmission Array was formed, he stepped inside and disappeared instantly.

When Lin Chang’sheng reappeared, he was already deep in a mountain forest.

Zhao Fuhu was still fleeing for his life at full speed.

When he saw Lin Chang’sheng suddenly appear ahead of him, his heart filled with terror.

Su Changkong had already perished that quickly?

If Su Changkong hadn’t died, how could Lin Chang’sheng have gotten here?

"Su—Su Sect Leader has fallen?"

Zhao Fuhu still couldn’t believe it, asking in shock.

If even a Divinity Transformation expert wasn’t Lin Chang’sheng’s match, then there was no way out for him.

But fortunately, he’d left himself a backup plan.

"You miss him that much? Then let me send you to join him!"

Lin Chang’sheng gathered magical power in his palm, preparing to finish Zhao Fuhu in a single move.

"Lin Chang’sheng, don’t you think this place looks familiar?"

Zhao Fuhu had anticipated this all along, so he hadn’t fled aimlessly. This place was where Lin Chang’sheng had once accidentally fallen into the Spirit-Seizing Land.

Once inside, the magical power in your body would drain away endlessly, turning you into an ordinary person in the end.

It wasn’t even Zhao Fuhu who discovered this place, but what he’d learned from his junior sister Yu Lingfei’s senior Fu Qingyu.

So now, this place was Zhao Fuhu’s only hope to survive.

He was betting that Lin Chang’sheng wouldn’t dare go in again.

Even if Lin Chang’sheng managed to get out alive, the dangers inside would be enormous.

"Spirit-Seizing Land?"

Lin Chang’sheng found the place around him somewhat familiar.

After thinking for a while, he finally remembered—wasn’t this the place where he’d once fallen into the Spirit-Seizing Land?

Ahead, Zhao Fuhu was now standing at the entrance to the Spirit-Seizing Land, looking at Lin Chang’sheng with a cold sneer.

"Lin Chang’sheng, if you want to kill me, then come find me in the Spirit-Seizing Land!"

With those words, Zhao Fuhu leapt straight into the Spirit-Seizing Land.