Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan-Chapter 133 - 134: Slumber_2
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As the voice fell, a sudden chill rose in the cave dwelling, making everyone’s hearts tremble. Then, under their horrified gazes, one after another, the Foundation Establishment cultivators exploded into a mist of blood and merged into his Spiritual Soul.
On the other hand, those cultivators who had depleted too much mana from breaking the Formation and had not entered the depths of the cave dwelling, narrowly escaped this calamity.
Seeing the eerie turn of events, how could they dare to hesitate? They scrambled and fled towards the distance.
The Spiritual Soul did not care about the fleeing cultivators, or perhaps, given his current state, he simply had no way to leave the Formation.
In the blink of an eye, the hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators inside the cave dwelling dwindled to only about twenty, and their numbers kept decreasing.
As for Du Zhe, he had long since turned into a mist of blood, completely absorbed by the Spiritual Soul.
Because the closer a cultivator was to the Spiritual Soul, the faster they died. Although Li Zhirui was the farthest away from him, this was not enough to make him feel any relief.
Because the red line of death was rapidly closing in on him!
’What to do! What to do! Could it be that today I will really perish here!’ Li Zhirui’s mind was in turmoil as he tried to find a way to break the situation.
Unfortunately, the gap in strength between the two was vast, and no matter how he racked his brain, he could not come up with a way to escape.
"Hehehe, boy, you need not worry, this old ancestor won’t kill you." A sinister voice suddenly roused Li Zhirui.
The twenty or so cultivators that had stood before him had vanished into thin air!
It was his turn!
As for what the Spiritual Soul said about not killing him, Li Zhirui not only did not breath a sigh of relief but became even more worried, because he was by no means the kind-hearted type who would spare his life - there must be an ulterior motive!
"Hehehe, you’re quite smart, boy, and you look decent too, worthy of my name, Qinghua." The Spiritual Soul seemed to be a cat toying with a mouse, preparing to slowly torture Li Zhirui.
Of course, the most important reason was the dual spiritual roots in Li Zhirui’s body, which were the best among these people; otherwise, he wouldn’t have survived until now.
As for Li Zhirui’s method of extracting from the Spirit Source Spring, it didn’t concern him much.
The Spirit Source Spring earlier was not merely for show but was used to test everyone’s Spiritual Root aptitude!
The more Spiritual Roots a cultivator possessed, the more mixed the Spiritual Energy absorbed. Even if you concentrate on cultivating one type of Spiritual Root, other energies will still enter your body.
But due to their Cultivation Techniques, they must take time to expel Spiritual Energy of other attributes, otherwise, their mana would become mottled.
This is why cultivators with more Spiritual Roots have poor aptitude.
However, in ancient times, there were legends of Cultivation Techniques that allowed for the cultivation of multiple Spiritual Roots, but such techniques have since dissipated in the river of history.
In the current world of cultivators, at most, there are Cultivation Techniques for cultivating two types of Spiritual Roots.
But back to the matter at hand!
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Li Zhirui’s mouth. At this point, how could he not see the other party’s intentions?
Soul Possession!
This Golden Core cultivator, who had been dead for who knows how many years, wanted to take possession of his body!
With a weird laugh, the Spiritual Soul lunged at Li Zhirui at such speed that by the time he reacted, the Spiritual Soul had already burrowed into his Sea of Consciousness through his brow.
"Very good, very good, a naturally strong Spiritual Soul, cultivated in Visualization Skill, plus the aptitude of dual spiritual roots, this old ancestor will undoubtedly break through to Nascent Soul in this life!" Qinghua looked at the Divine Turtle in the center of the Sea of Consciousness, becoming even more pleased.
Seeing Li Zhirui sitting cross-legged on the back of the Divine Turtle, trying to seek protection, he laughed heartily, "Boy, stop wasting your effort, just surrender to this old ancestor and merge with me, to avoid the agony of your Spiritual Soul being torn apart."
"Who will die is not yet decided!" Li Zhirui’s Spiritual Soul was far less vivid than Qinghua’s and its strength was indescribably weaker, but he was not the type of person to wait for death!
Immediately, he maneuvered the Divine Turtle, trying to take advantage of the home field and suppress Qinghua.
The previously calm Sea of Consciousness suddenly stirred up a storm of surging waves, piling onto Qinghua.
"Hmph! Foolishness!" Qinghua let out a disdainful snort. Even if he felt some pressure, what of it? The difference in brute strength was too great to be compensated by these little tricks!
A dazzling blue light erupted from his hand, like a giant palm descending from the heavens, which instantly quelled the raging Sea of Consciousness.
The Divine Turtle was backlashed, becoming dull and lackluster, with cracks emerging on its shell. As the master of the Sea of Consciousness, Li Zhirui naturally suffered the repercussions, his breath becoming chaotic and weak.
However, Li Zhirui also noticed that after Qinghua made his move, his form had dimmed somewhat; clearly, this technique had been executed at the expense of his own strength.
Unfortunately, with the Divine Turtle damaged, he had no more Spiritual Soul offensive capabilities.
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"Boy, stop struggling, just let this old ancestor devour you, and I shall take care of your friends and family." Qinghua said, then with a flicker, he appeared in front of Li Zhirui, opened his maw wide, and viciously tore a piece of the Spiritual Soul from him.
"Aaahhh!"
The excruciating pain of having his Spiritual Soul torn apart made Li Zhirui lose his sanity instantaneously, becoming mad. He grasped Qinghua’s arm and gnawed at it relentlessly like a rabid dog.
"You’re seeking death!" Qinghua no longer held back, hastening the devouring process.
In their struggle, Li Zhirui stood no chance; his Spiritual Soul kept diminishing, eventually becoming a dim and fading blue orb on the brink of extinction.
"After devouring you, this old ancestor can be revived! In this life, I shall break through to Nascent Soul!"
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