Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone-Chapter 1221 - 558: Divine Wood Blessing!

(PS: Apologies for the delayed update as I had to revise the draft multiple times to find the right feeling.)

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Upon suddenly hearing the transmission from the Divine Wood Spirit, Wang Jixuan was a bit stunned.

Firstly, the term ’bastard’ seemed like something Little Sang wouldn’t normally say;

Secondly...

To ask him to take one strike from the Nine Spirits Sword Venerable? Isn’t this overestimating him? He’s not even close to the Golden Immortal Realm yet. Even if he reached the Golden Immortal Realm, and possessed cultivation like Elder Hou, he would still find it hard to withstand one strike from the Nine Spirits Sword Venerable, right?

Competing for resources with the Sword God Palace, Wang Jixuan felt perhaps Little Sang thought his current enemies were too few and his health bar too long!

This is impossible... this...

Wang Jixuan’s Foreign Soul Puppet was already gravely injured, unable to even respond with half a word, let alone move a single finger.

He had already exhausted all the potential and mana of this immortal body, and the Dragon Python Alien Soul was nearly dissipating.

Nevertheless, his goals were more or less achieved.

And at this moment, he began to sense a force nurturing his Dao Body.

This force was gentle yet powerful.

His immortal body, like a dry riverbed, began to rejuvenate, as if dead wood was sprouting.

Beyond the green light, the disheveled-looking Elder Hou sensed something was amiss. He raised his hand and grabbed forward with force, causing the Universe to shatter!

Ping—

A clear sword chime resounded from above.

A crystalline layer appeared around Wang Jixuan, not only blocking Elder Hou’s forceful grab but also sending Elder Hou flying back, crashing against the edge of the Cloud Platform.

From the stage above, the Nine Spirits Sword Venerable, Han Xiao, looked at Elder Hou and said calmly:

"Fellow, why not give him a chance to recuperate? For the Fusang Divine Wood to bestow its Origin Power upon him is indeed rare."

Elder Hou was stunned upon hearing this and could only nod.

He stared at Wang Jixuan for a while.

The green light grew even more intense, and the Divine Wood rustled below, pouring a vast amount of spiritual power into the ’charred corpse’ in front.

Elder Hou had a vaguely unsettling premonition.

He wished to withdraw from here, but the gaze from Vice Sect Leader Zhi Hui behind him prevented him from retreating even half a step.

Zhi Hui had repeatedly transmitted, urging him to exert full force and kill the boy.

Elder Hou knew that, to the extent their battle had reached today, his reputation was long gone; so he might as well be straightforward.

Elder Hou sat down quietly and took out two treasures.

A broad-bladed giant knife, stained with blood from an ancient divine beast, exuding an astonishing evil qi;

A bronze small ding with several cracks, surrounded by wisps of profound and yellow qi, where each wisp could crush a mountain.

He calmly closed his eyes.

Though he didn’t speak much, his killing intent was already rising.

On the other side, the ’charred corpse’ began to shed its skin, revealing protein-like skin underneath. Thankfully, the surrounding crystalline Barrier reduced its transparency slightly, not exposing the firepower of Wang Daoist’s Foreign Soul Puppet.

Soon, this Foreign Soul Puppet was already sitting up.

Wang Jixuan’s Dragon Python Alien Soul was rapidly recovering; although the Soul Power was not as before, the fusion level between the Dragon Python Alien Soul and the body soared wildly!

What delighted him most was that at this moment, part of the spiritual power injected into the Foreign Soul Puppet by Little Sang was being transmitted over to his Primordial Spirit.

Wang Jixuan didn’t know how this was done;

Probably because the latest Dragon Python Alien Soul was cultivated by directly splitting off a portion of his Primordial Spirit Power, and since the main body was strong enough, Wang Jixuan hadn’t deliberately severed all connections between the Dragon Python Alien Soul and the main body’s Primordial Spirit, leaving them in a somewhat connected state.

However, Wang Jixuan now wished to negotiate with Little Sang.

No reward without effort.

This spiritual power might not mean much to the Fusang Divine Wood, but Wang Jixuan indeed owed her a favor.

Moreover, Little Sang seemed genuinely intent on having him take a strike from the Nine Spirits Sword Venerable; the spiritual power continues to stream in, and Wang Jixuan’s Foreign Soul Puppet is gradually feeling saturated.

Yet Little Sang showed no sign of stopping.

Within the spiritual power she was sending, little bits of light green sap began to appear, rapidly transforming this immortal body by the Fusang Divine Wood.

Suddenly, a cry of astonishment was heard outside:

"It’s the Divine Wood Blessing! The Divine Wood Blessing that hasn’t appeared since ancient times! Why would the Fusang Divine Wood bestow it upon this outsider!"

The Immortals of the Feather God Palace erupted like a boiling pot.

To this question, Wang Jixuan could certainly reply.

Because since ancient times, the Fusang Divine Wood had grown weary of the tribes living around it.

More green divine light gathered toward his immortal body.

His Dragon Python Alien Soul began to expand at an observable rate, nourished by a power akin to but different from Soul Power.

This discovery invigorated Wang Jixuan’s spirit.

In other words, cultivating Dragon Python Alien Soul no longer necessarily requires devouring Immortal souls or exploiting the Resentful Soul Sea?

He noted this discovery in his mind but couldn’t dwell on it for long at the moment.

The Dragon Python Alien Soul expanded;

The power of the immortal body increased.

Little Sang clearly sensed the inadequate power of his Puppet incarnation, genuinely hoping he would challenge the Nine Spirits Sword Venerable.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Daoist Wang decided to consult his strategist.

He faintly felt that this move would result in more benefits than harm, but couldn’t pinpoint exactly how it would be beneficial over harmful.

It was Mu Dan who broke the key point here.

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"Boss."

Mu Dan softly chanted a couple of lines:

"I think there’s no harm in trying Little Sang’s proposal.

"If I understand correctly, you wish to draw the attention of the Nine Spirits Sword Venerable; the best strategy is to become his disciple, the middle strategy is to join the Sword God Palace, and the bottom strategy is to join the Gun God Palace, using these two major forces to counter the Dark Sect’s pressure."

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