Seeking the Way of Immortality

The bloody rain continued to fall for nearly an hour, and the range of the dark clouds also spread from three thousand miles to ten thousand miles. The wind was howling, and the clouds were bleak, as if the world was mourning together.

There was the sound of the phoenix screaming above the sky of the Phoenix Realm, which was so sad that the listeners were sad and wept.

No matter what kind of person Chen Tong was, he was a cultivator of the Phoenix Realm after all, and he was one of the top few people in the Phoenix Realm. When he advanced from the Spirit to the Void, there was the manifestation of the Heavenly Dao. When the Void strongman fell, there was naturally the saying of the Heaven weeping. Only the real strong could deserve this honor!

Wu Tian and others supported Wu Zheng with lingering fear and flew to the bank of the Styx. Xuan Jun's figure flashed from the sky and fell to the side of everyone.

"My lord, did Chen Tong really blow himself up?" Kong Xuan still couldn't believe it.

"It's true that he self-destructed, but I don't know if he died or not!" Xuan Jun's eyes were deep, as if he had penetrated through layers of void and saw the time and space far away.

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The Wuxing Realm has a vast territory, which is several times larger than the Phoenix Realm.

A mountain with extremely rich spiritual energy, with ethereal spiritual energy. There are dozens or hundreds of cranes flying above the mountain. There are countless spiritual beasts in the mountains, including ordinary wild beasts and well-cultivated monsters. There is nothing wrong with monsters and wild beasts living together, which is very similar to the Taoist saying of 'countries facing each other, chickens and dogs hearing each other, but never interacting with each other until old age'.

Mountains are connected to mountains, trees are connected to trees, covering the sky and the sun, and towering trees can be seen everywhere, and each tree is not an ordinary tree, but a rare spiritual plant.

In the deepest part of the mountain, there is a mountain with more spiritual energy. On the top of the mountain, the spiritual energy is ethereal. A middle-aged man in a Taoist robe holding a whisk is sitting cross-legged on a cushion. Under his cushion, there are nearly a hundred people, including octogenarians, burly men, men and women, and even monsters that have not yet transformed.

More than a hundred people are all serious, sitting cross-legged on the cushion, with bright eyes, listening to the Taoist preaching on the main seat attentively.

The middle-aged Taoist is about 40 years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a square face, and kind eyes. At first glance, he looks like an ordinary Taoist. At another glance, he will feel mysterious and ethereal, like a cloud of fog. At another glance, he feels simple and thick.

At the moment when Chen Tong exploded, the middle-aged man who was preaching seemed to suddenly sense something. His eyes closed, the whisk in his left hand swung, and his right hand pinched his fingers, not knowing what he was deducing.

After a moment, the middle-aged Taoist opened his eyes. He was about to speak when a young Taoist suddenly walked out of the cave behind him.

The young Taoist knelt in front of the middle-aged Taoist and said respectfully: "Master, Senior Brother Chen Tong died in the Phoenix Realm, and his soul lamp has just been extinguished."

"How is it possible? Senior Brother Chen Tong is already at the peak of the Refining Void Realm, and is protected by the Phoenix Realm Heavenly Dao. Who has the ability to kill him?"

"Yes, Senior Brother Chen Tong still has the Juexian Sword and the Soul-Suppressing Seal given by Master. How could he be forced to self-destruct?"

"Master, Senior Brother Chen Tong died, this revenge must be avenged!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Chen Tong taught us, this revenge must be avenged!"

The people below were all very angry, and they wanted to rush to the Phoenix Realm immediately to help Chen Tong avenge.

The middle-aged man on the main seat waved his hand: "Don't worry, wait for the master to perform the soul-calling technique and revive your Senior Brother Chen Tong first."

"Yes, Master."

"Master, if you find out who killed Senior Brother Chen Tong, I am willing to go and avenge my hatred."

"Yes, Master, we are willing to go."

"Well, it's rare that you brothers have such a heart, and I am very pleased."

"Thank you, Master!"

The disciples knelt and bowed, and they didn't want to raise their heads for a long time.

The middle-aged man on the main seat was none other than Liu San. Liu San came from the Wuxing Realm, and his dojo was also in the Wuxing Realm. The level of the Wuxing Realm was one level higher than that of the Phoenix Realm. There were many strong people in it, and there were several strong people who were not inferior to Liu San.

Liu San has been practicing for tens of thousands of years. His cultivation has reached the peak of the human race and he is only one step away from becoming an immortal. Under his seat, many disciples have already reached the state of fusion and the state of transcending tribulation, and even several disciples have begun to retreat to the state of Mahayana.

Before the disciples stood up, Liu San's figure had disappeared. In a secret room in the back mountain, countless soul lamps stood.

Liu San stood in front of those soul lamps. One of them had Chen Tong's name written on it, but that soul lamp had gone out.

Liu San reached into his sleeves, and a palm-sized humanoid puppet appeared in his hand. The puppet was full of spiritual energy and quite extraordinary.

Liu San pointed at Chen Tong's soul lamp, and an illusory Chen Tong appeared from the soul lamp. At the same time, Liu San muttered something in his mouth, and it was unknown what spell he was chanting.

The illusory shadow of Chen Tong suddenly solidified as if with divine help. Before the shadow was completely solidified, Liu San stretched out his hand and grabbed the shadow in his hand. Then he put it on the puppet in his right hand. The puppet was instantly filled with endless spiritual energy and vitality. It turned bloody in the blink of an eye, but its appearance did not change much.

Seeing this, Liu San shook his hand and summoned a talisman. The talisman ignited without fire, and ashes fell on the puppet. The puppet grew up quickly as if with divine help. In just a few breaths, it became the appearance of Chen Tong before. Except that the movements were a little unfamiliar, there was nothing unusual.

"Humph, good trick!"

The middle-aged Taoist snorted coldly, put his right hand against the back of the puppet, and poured his own true essence into the body of the puppet Chen Tong.

"Long Wen, take your senior brother Chen Tong to the blood pool in the back mountain to practice. If your senior brother Chen Tong wakes up, notify the master immediately." Liu San ordered in a deep voice.

"Yes, Master." The young Taoist said respectfully.

Liu San nodded after hearing this, and without saying much, he slowly left the cave.

He summoned a wisp of soul left in the soul lamp by Chen Tong with the soul-calling technique, and then resurrected Chen Tong with the puppet soul-planting technique, and then used his own true essence as a medium to stabilize the soul for the puppet Chen Tong. Liu San seemed to be relaxed, but in fact it was extremely consuming.

After arranging Chen Tong's subsequent practice problems, Liu San suppressed his discomfort, left the cave, and began to adjust his breath to recover.

Chen Tong was the person he planted in the Phoenix Realm. Over the years, he learned some information about Wu Zheng through Chen Tong. Now Chen Tong has fallen in the Phoenix Realm, and he knows nothing about Wu Zheng. This is not what Liu San wants to see, so he would not hesitate to use his origin to help Chen Tong resurrect.