Chapter 179: Forging the Heart in the Falling Immortal Realm

As for Zhang Qianmo and Song Hesong:

One was at the late Foundation Establishment stage, and the other at the middle Golden Core stage.

Although Zhang Qianmo's cultivation level was lower, his cultivation technique was far more profound than Song Hesong's.

Moreover, his magic weapon was also superior.

For a moment, the two were evenly matched in their battle.

Meanwhile, Li Fan was gradually gaining the upper hand on his side.

The situation seemed to be developing in favor of the two from the Purple Cloud Sect.

"Senior Song, the situation seems a bit unfavorable!"

One of the attackers against Li Fan shouted loudly.

"Senior Song, don't hesitate, quickly activate the formation!"

Chu Liang also shouted.

A flicker of hesitation flashed across Song Hesong's face. Then, a grimace appeared.

He retreated rapidly, and the blood-colored longsword transformed into a large clock, enveloping Zhang Qianmo within.

With a crazed expression in his eyes, Song Hesong clapped his hands towards the city of Ningyuan below.

From Ningyuan City, cries and screams of ordinary people suddenly resounded.

Li Fan saw countless substantial blood-colored auras rising into the sky and converging around Song Hesong.

Within the blood glow, distorted faces full of pain appeared.

Song Hesong grabbed this mass of blood-colored energy and poured it into the blood-colored clock.

Countless faces howled and rushed toward Zhang Qianmo.

Zhang Qianmo's face changed, and he tried to resist with his purple aura, but it was futile.

One by one, the blood-colored faces rushed into Zhang Qianmo's mind. He stood there blankly, his facial expressions constantly changing.

Sometimes painful, sometimes revealing a sinister smile.

Seeing that Zhang Qianmo was temporarily trapped, Song Hesong turned to look at Li Fan.

Li Fan felt a sense of danger.

However, Chu Liang's three cultivators intensified their attacks, preventing Li Fan from escaping.

Song Hesong arrived in an instant.

One Golden Core stage cultivator against three Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.

Under the joint attack, Li Fan resisted for only a moment before sustaining severe injuries.

"It seems that the first exploration of the Falling Immortal Realm is coming to an end."

As his injuries worsened, Li Fan's consciousness blurred.

It seemed as if hallucinatory whispers reached his ears.

Illusory murmurs, rustling. Sometimes hurried, sometimes soothing.

Like a wail, like a roar.

But the specific content couldn't be distinguished.

Shortly after, Li Fan could no longer withstand the pressure.

Song Hesong's blood-colored giant palm fiercely struck Li Fan's head.

"Bang!"

Li Fan's head exploded like a watermelon.

According to common sense, Li Fan should have returned to the real world at this point, his body destroyed.

But...

He entered a strange state.

The remaining core of his consciousness, like a black hole, slowly devoured the body of Li Chen, who served as the shell for Li Fan.

Without the residual memories of Li Chen.

Just a pure consciousness energy, gradually absorbed by Li Fan.

The surroundings became increasingly noisy.

The faint murmurs transformed into indescribable roars.

Negative emotions such as anger, fear, and sorrow surged like a tsunami, vowing to engulf Li Fan.

However, Li Fan's mind was like a rocky shore, unwavering.

Because driving all of this was the Xuanhuang Heart Refining Curse, which he had been diligently cultivating since stepping into the path of immortality.

After entering the Falling Immortal Realm, the Heart Refining Curse had been quietly dormant, showing no special effects.

However, it went into a frenzy only after Li Chen's body, serving as the vessel for Li Fan, was annihilated.

Like a giant millstone, it ground down the power that composed Li Chen, turning it into the most refined nourishment for Li Fan's mind.

Although Li Chen's body died, Li Fan's consciousness gradually grew stronger.

A brand new, Li Fan's unique, consciousness incarnation was brewing under the body of the headless Li Chen.

Li Fan remained calm, his inner thoughts undisturbed.

He watched the "plot" around him continue to unfold.

Song Hesong stored the storage ring in Li Fan's hand and let the corpse fall from the high altitude.

Then, he turned to look at Zhang Qianmo, trapped inside the blood-colored clock.

"This person's will is unexpectedly so tenacious. Under the blood sacrifice of tens of thousands in the **Life Refining Formation**, he can endure for such a long time," Song Hesong sighed.

"Unfortunately, the more extraordinary you are, the more you have to die today!"

Song Hesong clapped his hands towards the city of Ningyuan below.

Countless blood-colored lights composed of faces once again surged towards Zhang Qianmo.

His face became even more hideous and terrifying.

Several large tumors protruded from his forehead, seemingly alive, moving around.

"Splat!"

A tumor burst open, and a large hole exploded in Zhang Qianmo's head.

Then, like a chain reaction, the tumors on Zhang Qianmo's head burst one after another.

Half of his head disappeared.

At this moment, Zhang Qianmo's breath was like a candle in the wind, about to disappear at any moment.

However, there was some force within his body that unexpectedly kept his vitality alive.

Even with only a small portion of his head remaining, he still tenaciously clung to life.

"What's going on?" Chu Liang exclaimed.

"It seems this kid still has a big secret." Song Hesong's face darkened.

He looked at Zhang Qianmo and said maliciously, "Even so, you are a turtle in a jar. I don't believe you can turn the tables now!"

A red light emanated from the blood-colored clock, penetrating Zhang Qianmo's body.

The red light, like knives, crisscrossed and flashed.

In an instant, Zhang Qianmo was cut into countless pieces.

"Even in this state, I don't believe you can survive!" Song Hesong snorted.

Chu Liang and others also breathed a sigh of relief.

But not long after, their faces gradually turned pale.

Because...

They found that Zhang Qianmo's breath had not disappeared!

"This is unbelievable! What kind of demonic technique is he practicing?" Song Hesong finally showed a shocked expression.

"Fire! Use fire!" At this moment, Chu Liang shouted.

Song Hesong pinched his fingers, and a red fireball appeared below the pile of flesh.

In the intense heat, the flesh turned into ashes.

But within this flame, there was always something that persisted.

No matter how vigorous the flames were, they couldn't destroy it.

It was a purple-gold pill.

"A pill? Wasn't he in the Foundation Establishment stage? How can a pill be formed inside his body?" This scene obviously exceeded the understanding of Song Hesong and others, and their expressions changed drastically.

In fear, Song Hesong used all his magical techniques to launch an attack on this purple-gold pill.

But no matter what, they couldn't shake this pill in the slightest.

Attempting to store it in a storage ring was also impossible.

Because the aura belonging to Zhang Qianmo still lingered around it.

Moreover, it was growing stronger and more vibrant.

"So, you outsiders, without a proper tradition, not studying the classics."

"Even if you've learned some new methods, it's nothing more than having a certain cultivation level."

"How can you compare to our orthodox sects?"

The cold words of Zhang Qianmo echoed from within the golden pill.

The golden pill immediately emitted a bright light.

Forcing the fire back.

A figure slowly formed from the radiance.

As the radiance converged, it turned into clothing.

"I said, today I will kill you!"

Zhang Qianmo looked at Song Hesong, his voice cold.

Song Hesong trembled all over.

Continuously striking down towards the ground, amid the miserable cries of countless mortals, strands of substantial blood-colored light surged towards Zhang Qianmo.

But Song Hesong himself, regardless of the trembling Chu Liang and others, turned into blood-colored light and fled.

Zhang Qianmo took a step, turning into purple thunder, reaching the destination before the blood-colored light.

Song Hesong didn't expect him to be so fast, unable to dodge, and collided head-on.

"Boom!"

In the intense collision, Song Hesong seemed to lose control of himself.

Zhang Qianmo stretched out his right hand, grabbing Song Hesong's neck and lifting him up.

"Betrayal, death!"

Zhang Qianmo pronounced the sentence.

A purple thunder descended from the sky.

Fiercely striking Zhang Qianmo.

He was unharmed in the thunderlight, but Song Hesong, held in his grip, let out a scream.

Then he died.

Zhang Qianmo looked towards Chu Liang and others who had fled in three different directions.

He sneered.

Flicking his finger.

Three purple thunders fell instantly.

Their breath disappeared, and three dark spots fell from the sky.

Zhang Qianmo didn't bother with them anymore.

"To be forced to this extent..."

"New methods..."

He showed a pensive look.

Then, as if sensing something, he flew down to the ground.

There, the body that originally belonged to his junior brother Li Chen.

It had melted like a candle.

Zhang Qianmo found that beneath the remaining layer of skin was another completely unfamiliar person.

Who was waking up.

(End of this chapter)