Chapter 653: 282: The Amputation of Divine Transformation!
Old Qiao Emerged from Muddling Through_1 Chapter 653: 282: The Amputation of Divine Transformation!
Old Qiao Emerged from Muddling Through_1 Within the Four Regions, layers of thick fog were being squeezed out from the enlarging hole in the Spirit Thunder Layer, making the sky seem as if it had been cut short by half.
Underneath the dome of the heavens, many mountain chains seemed to be struggling for air under the incessant outpouring of fog and waves of Spiritual Might.
A series of figures, radiating subtle Spiritual Light, floated in the air, looking down at the ground below.
At this moment, more shadows emanating Spiritual Might poured out from the hole behind the vast wall after it broke open.
The weakest among them were the Great Cultivators at the Golden Core stage, glowing faintly, numbering up to a hundred.
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From this spectacle, the invading Heretic Immortals seemed to be the strong ones from many different forces, banding together to view the action of breaking open the barrier as a frenzied looting of resources.
Nevertheless, when many of them flew over, they could not help but change color and hold their breaths after seeing the collapsed landscapes and a severed arm in a pit that seemed to have been devastated by a severe blow, their hearts filling with trepidation.
Even though the arm was broken, it was still emitting strong waves of Spiritual Might, seemingly capable of crushing several Golden Core Cultivators with just one hand.
The flesh and blood at the broken section was full of vitality, attracting the gathering of spiritual energy, emanating a dazzling aura, forming a breathtaking field of spiritual energy, affecting the winds and waters around it.
The flesh seemed to be wriggling and restoring itself.
This was obviously a Deity Transformation Dao Lord’s arm.
Even just the single arm could naturally evolve into a Spirit Domain.
Divine Transformation refers to the transformation of the Nascent Soul.
After the power of the Nascent Soul has been transformed, most of it is absorbed by the Primordial Spirit, with a small part absorbed by the physical body.
The physical body can become an existence similar to the Taoist Body, filled with vitality and overwhelming power.
As long as the Primordial Spirit is not extinguished, even if the Taoist Body is damaged, it can self-heal and recover by absorbing nature’s spiritual energy.
Therefore, after the physical body of a Nascent Soul True Monarch is destroyed, it needs to be reoccupied, whereas the Spirit Transformation Cultivators only need to pay some price to recover their damaged bodies.
But who has such tremendous ability to tear off a Deity Transformation Dao Lord’s arm?
At this moment, the many Golden Core and Nascent Soul stage cultivators who were flying down had already received the intel.
They were, of course, aware that this was the arm of their own Deity Transformation Dao Lord Pei Shensu.
They also knew that the name of the Deity who tore off the arm was Lord.
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It was because they knew all this that they harbored a sense of wariness and respect towards this land, which had long been rumored on, their hearts filled with throbbing apprehension.
They were just the second-wave cultivators.
Before their superior cultivators could come to this Cultivation World, they couldn’t gain too many advantages.
Their powers would still be suppressed, so they had to act cautiously.
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“Kukaka——”
At this moment, a series of earth-shaking boom was heard from the sky above, and gradually, a pitch-black, dense, ominous Demonic Qi began to appear.
It was like a giant spherical body, covered with red, thick vein-like traces.
Something seemed to be writhing within it, like an evil placenta of some creature.
This spherical object emerged from the hole behind the wall above, seemingly trying to climb out, exuding a frantic and sinister Demonic Qi.
The moment the overwhelming Demonic Qi appeared, many Cultivators inexplicably felt the world’s repulsion and suppression on them, as if weakening greatly, as if it had been shared out.
A massive shadow of a demon rushed in from a distance, pierced through the Spirit Thunder Layer, making bursts of intimidating laughter, confronting the descending and overwhelming Demonic Qi.
“The Lord of Mosha Country!”
The faces of the eleven Nascent Soul True Monarchs hovering in the air changed slightly.
At this point, a cold voice sounded in their minds.
“Proceed as planned, the main resistance in this land has already been expelled.
Using the power of the Demon Immortals, you will set up the Ten Thousand Demons Blood Sacrifice Dao Domain, implement the grand plan of a hundred years, with the Demon Immortal Dao, corrupt and erode the other Dao barriers of this world, further weakening the barrier’s defense…”
The eleven Nascent Soul True Monarchs glanced at each other, nodded their heads, and following their orders, led a few Golden Core Cultivators in different directions.
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Far away, amid the ruins of many Immortal gateways, many local Cultivators were being enslaved.
They were disarrayed, their faces ashen, ending up like ordinary people who were trampled upon by Cultivators in the past, shackled on their hands and feet, with restrictions on their inner spiritual energy.
They lined up in groups like animals, being driven into the deep pits and trenches that had already been dug in the distance.
A few Heretic Golden Core Cultivators, emanating strong Spiritual Might, were cruising in the air like a few suns.
The spiritual flame around them oppressed the numerous captives beneath them.
One of the Golden Core Cultivators thundered with a cold voice.
“Your strongest cultivators in the Southeastern Two Realms have already fled like lost dogs.
Your strongest Sects have either been destroyed or fled.
What hope do you have left?”
“They have abandoned you!
You useless waste!
They betrayed you, did not take you with them, because you have no value of being taken along!
You are waste!
Trash!
Do you hold resentment?
Then feel resentment!”
Resent!
Resent!
Resent!!!
Many Cultivators looked at their filthy shackled feet, at the heavy shackles on their feet.
Their bodies trembled, fists clenched, and their eyes gradually filled with intense resentment.
Why?
Why was it that they, the ordinary Cultivators, who paid the price for a war they did not start?
Why was it that all the strong ones had run away, but they, the ordinary Cultivators, had to give their lives to enemy Cultivators?
Unfair!
This was extremely unfair!
An overwhelming force of resentment began to brew and condense on the Cultivators who had lined up to enter the deep pits!
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Near the Land of Fallen in the Southern Region, several large Spirit Boats were quietly flying high in the sky.