Simplification System: From Perfect Arrow Skill to Immortal-Chapter 278 - 220: A Stroke of Creation—Can the Sea God Tower Be Obtained?
"Let me see who’s going to spare who!"
Lin Chang’sheng swept the Myriad Soul Banner in his hand, enveloping the entire space.
This Myriad Soul Banner never fails against Soul Infants.
Even though Nie Buping’s Nascent Soul could teleport, it couldn’t escape the range of absorption from the Myriad Soul Banner.
"Ah—, you, how do you have the Celestial Ghost Sect’s Myriad Soul—"
Before Nie Buping could finish his sentence, he was instantly sucked into the Myriad Soul Banner, where he’d be imprisoned for all eternity.
"Such esteemed guests—aren’t you going to welcome them?"
Lin Chang’sheng called into the Myriad Soul Banner.
The moment Nie Buping entered, he immediately recognized several familiar faces.
Among them were the soul of his son, Nie Xiangyuan, the Seven Fiends Tributor, and Tributor Bai Ting’s Nascent Soul.
In the other corners, Nie Buping even saw Luo Hao’s Nascent Soul.
This bastard actually slaughtered so many cultivators from the Demon Evil Sea?
"Father, father, you too—"
Nie Xiangyuan saw Nie Buping’s Nascent Soul sucked into the Myriad Soul Banner, and his heart was instantly filled with terror.
This bastard even defeated his own father?
Could it be, he’s already broken through to become a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator?
No way! Where would you find such a young Nascent Soul Great Cultivator?
"Yuanyer, your father is useless! I failed to avenge you! Even myself—"
Nie Buping was burning with regret in his heart.
He had imagined a thousand ways to die, but he never thought he’d die at the hands of a brat like Lin Chang’sheng.
He never expected that, as a man of the Southern Realm, he’d master various cultivation techniques of the Demon Evil Sea.
And even possess the Celestial Ghost Sect’s Myriad Soul Banner.
His Nascent Soul didn’t even escape, losing his final chance at a comeback.
"You all chat slowly—won’t be long before more company joins you!"
Lin Chang’sheng withdrew from the Myriad Soul Banner and began surveying the two corpse puppets refined by Nie Buping.
These two corpse puppets were no simple matter.
Both possessed Middle Stage Nascent Soul Cultivation.
If ordinary Nascent Soul-level cultivators faced Nie Buping, they’d stand no chance at all.
After all, Nie Buping himself was at the Middle Stage of Nascent Soul, with three Nascent Soul Corpse Puppets at his side.
Who could possibly kill him?
Unless it was a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.
The reason Lin Chang’sheng could slay him had a lot to do with his Divine Sense power.
Crushed by Great Cultivator-level Divine Sense, Nie Buping couldn’t unleash his full strength.
"This guy had quite a stash of treasures!"
Lin Chang’sheng opened Nie Buping’s storage bag, and his eyes immediately lit up.
The spirit stones inside were piled up like several small mountains, at least two hundred thousand in number.
There were also over twenty golden corpses, and one incomplete King Corpse waiting to be refined.
All these things landed squarely in Lin Chang’sheng’s lap.
Besides those, Lin Chang’sheng also found three books of Secret Techniques and a piece of sheepskin scroll off to the side.
"Four sheepskin scrolls—finally collected them all?"
Lin Chang’sheng laid out the three sheepskin scrolls he already had, and added Nie Buping’s piece.
The pieces matched perfectly, every seam lined up.
On them was a route, it seemed to be a treasure map.
No idea what lies at the destination?
"Now that my Sea of Consciousness is strong enough, why not check it out? What was that old bastard talking about—creation and fortune?"
Lin Chang’sheng mused to himself silently.
Only his Divine Sense was entering—shouldn’t be too dangerous.
With that in mind, Lin Chang’sheng slowly sent his Divine Sense inside.
"Come in, hurry in, this old man will grant you a heaven-defying creation—"
The instant his Divine Sense entered, Lin Chang’sheng heard the old man’s voice again.
Yet as soon as he entered, Lin Chang’sheng felt his Divine Sense drowning as if in a vast ocean, unbearably oppressed.
Lin Chang’sheng looked around.
He realized he was truly deep beneath a great sea, surrounded by several massive stone pillars stretching up from the seabed.
Upon the pillars were chains as thick as an arm, binding countless corpses.
Some corpses were reduced to nothing but stark white bones.
Others remained entirely intact, as if they’d just died.
Without exception, all the corpses here had frightening levels of strength—the weakest had Golden Core cultivation.
Nascent Soul corpses were not uncommon.
Some corpses had such powerful cultivation that not even Lin Chang’sheng could see through them.
"Here, come to me—"
The old man’s voice rang again, and Lin Chang’sheng turned toward the sound.
He saw that on the mightiest sky-reaching stone pillar directly ahead, a white-haired old man was bound by waist-thick iron chains.
Each time the white-haired old man moved, arcs of electricity shot out from the chains, striking him and making him shriek in pain.
"Fated one, help this old man break those chains, and I’ll grant you a fortune beyond your wildest dreams!"
The old man tried to entice Lin Chang’sheng.
But Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t a fool; he knew full well the old man was no ordinary being. Once the restraints were gone, there was no telling if he’d honor his promise.
"Who are you? Why are you imprisoned here?"
Lin Chang’sheng asked.
Letting someone go without knowing the reason would just be foolishness.
The old man sighed heavily.
"I am the Law-Enforcing Elder of the Celestial Palace in the Burial Immortal Realm. I was framed and so ended up imprisoned here. Young friend, if you can unbind me, I can take you to roam the Immortal Realm and help you attain an Immortal Body!"
The old man baited him with the promise.
"Just your word for it? Why should I trust you?"
Lin Chang’sheng was not so easily swayed.
Otherwise he’d have died a dozen times over by now.
"How about this: let me grant you a blessing first, and then you can decide whether to help me—is that fair?"
The old man could tell Lin Chang’sheng wasn’t someone who could be fooled so easily.
He planned to grant him a creation first; otherwise, who knew how many years he’d wait for the next fated person to arrive.
Lin Chang’sheng said nothing, waiting to hear the old man’s offer.
"Young friend, the place you are now is the Immortal Relic Land. There are two supreme treasures here—if you can obtain even one, it’ll change your fate!"
"First is the Void Divine Hall. This treasure is ranked 999th on the Celestial Immortal List of the Immortal Realm. It belonged to Situ Wu—their Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure. If you obtain and refine it, your future will be limitless—"
"And the second?"
Before the old man could finish, Lin Chang’sheng interrupted him.
Because he already had that treasure on him.
"You don’t want it?"
The old man was shocked. Weren’t treasures like these the things these ants dreamed of?
Why did this kid seem not the least bit interested? 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
"Because I already have it."
Lin Chang’sheng didn’t hide it, stating it outright.
These words left the old man utterly stunned.
But he quickly regained his composure.
"The second is the Sea God Tower. It’s ranked 1001st on the Celestial Immortal List, and once every few hundred years shows up in the Demon Evil Sea!"
The old man continued.
"Is there a chance to obtain it?"
Lin Chang’sheng asked the question he cared about most.
If he could get the Sea God Tower, he’d add another supreme treasure to his collection.
Though he couldn’t refine it yet, someday he would.
"Of course. If you find the luck to enter the Sea God Tower, inside its twelve levels you’ll find a grand array. That array is the Demon Killing Storm Array. Comprehend the great array, and you can draw out the divine tower hidden in the deep sea."
The old man revealed everything he knew to Lin Chang’sheng.
This made Lin Chang’sheng all the more curious: how did this old man know the way to acquire the Sea God Tower?
Maybe he and the Sea God Tower were more closely connected than it seemed!
