Chapter 338 Six-star Ancient God, indeed worthy of his reputation

In an instant, the faint light directly corroded the cultivators' Immortal Bones.

As Lü Yundao staggered backward, the Nine-Headed Profound Dragon's long tail swept over like a steel whip, striking his chest with the immense force of collapsing mountains and shattering rocks.

“Crack!”

The crisp sound of several ribs breaking was clearly audible. Lü Yundao flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the rock wall, which cracked like a spiderweb.

He struggled to get up, but found that the Immortal Essence in his body was dissipating like a receding tide. That single blow had not only shattered his physical body but also dispersed his Immortal Foundation, which he had cultivated for tens of thousands of years.

“Master Lü!”

Mu Bingmei exclaimed, summoning her ice-blue short sword and attempting to provide support, but she was blocked by two of the Nine-Headed Profound Dragon's secondary heads.

Lightning spewed from the left head, dancing like silver snakes, while the right head exhaled a foul-smelling poisonous mist, forcing her to retreat repeatedly.

After dealing with Lü Yundao, the Nine-Headed Profound Dragon’s main head turned towards Lin Che, and a ferocious glint simultaneously flashed in all nine of its pupils.

It seemed to sense the unusual movement of the runes in Lin Che's sleeve. Its massive body suddenly sank, and the entire ground of the sixth level cracked into ravines several feet wide. Countless bone spurs, imbued with Dragon Might, drilled out from the ground and shot towards Lin Che.

At this moment, Lü Yundao had completely lost his combat ability. He lay slumped in the rock pit, gazing at the Nine-Headed Profound Dragon’s mountain-like body, his eyes filled with terror and unwillingness.

He finally understood that although this Nine-Headed Profound Dragon was merely a remnant soul, it had inherited a portion of Qinglin Immortal Emperor’s Law Power. No one in the same realm could possibly stand against it.

What terrified him even more was that a cyan scale slowly appeared on the Nine-Headed Profound Dragon’s main head. The Immortal紋 flowing on the scale was clearly Qinglin Immortal Emperor’s Natal Imprint.

“This… this is a Guardian Spirit formed from the Immortal Emperor’s Natal Essence Blood…”

Lü Yundao’s voice trembled. He finally understood why the opponent could ignore his Five Signs of the Celestial Decay power.

His cultivation at the Five Signs of the Celestial Decay realm was as fragile as a child’s before the lingering might of an Immortal Emperor.

He looked down at his shriveled left arm. The Immortal Bones there had been completely corroded by the Nine-Headed Profound Dragon’s faint light. Even if he miraculously survived, his cultivation would regress by a thousand years.

After dealing with Lü Yundao, the Nine-Headed Profound Dragon seemed to have lost an interesting toy. All eight of its secondary heads simultaneously turned towards the surviving Shattered Nirvana cultivators.

Screams rose and fell. The cultivators' magic treasures shattered under the Nine-Headed Profound Dragon’s energy impact, and flesh, bones, and broken rocks splattered. The entire sixth level had become a slaughterhouse.

Mu Bingmei desperately fended off the attacks from the two heads. A glance at Lü Yundao’s tragic state made her heart sink.

She had originally thought Lü Yundao could stall the Nine-Headed Profound Dragon for a moment, but she hadn’t expected such a one-sided annihilation.

Just as she was about to collapse, a figure in a blood-red Daoist robe suddenly blocked her way.

Lin Che gazed at the overwhelming bone spurs, and his fingertips finally moved. He didn't summon any magic treasures; he simply joined his fingers like a sword and lightly swiped towards the Nine-Headed Profound Dragon’s main head.

In an instant, the Fu Clan’s Top-Grade Space Treasure in his sleeve suddenly flew out, transforming into a golden rune chain in mid-air. The Primal Chaos Power on the rune chain actually resonated with the Immortal纹 on the Nine-Headed Profound Dragon’s scale.

The Nine-Headed Profound Dragon’s movements suddenly froze, and all nine of its heads simultaneously showed signs of pain.

Lin Che seized this fleeting opportunity, his figure flitting like a ghost between the bone spurs, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived before the Nine-Headed Profound Dragon’s main head.

In an instant, Lin Che raised his hand and pressed it onto the cyan scale. The Chaotic Qi surging from his palm silently seeped into the scale, like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

“Roar—!”

The Nine-Headed Profound Dragon let out an ear-splitting roar of pain, its massive body struggling violently, and the entire space of the sixth level began to twist.

Lü Yundao lay on the ground, watching Lin Che actually touch the Nine-Headed Profound Dragon’s Natal Scale with his bare hands, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Only then did he understand why Mu Bingmei insisted on cooperating with this young man. The secrets on him might truly be able to contend against Immortal Emperor-level power.

Lin Che ignored the Nine-Headed Profound Dragon’s struggles, his fingertips rapidly tracing over the scale, as if deciphering some ancient runes.

The Nine-Headed Profound Dragon’s resistance grew weaker and weaker, and the light on its nine heads gradually dimmed, clearly suppressed by both Chaotic Qi and Primal Chaos Power.

When Lin Che made his final stroke, the Nine-Headed Profound Dragon’s massive body suddenly froze, then transformed into a sky full of cyan light like a receding tide, leaving only the cyan scale suspended in mid-air.

Lin Che raised his hand to catch the scale and turned to look at Lü Yundao, who was slumped on the ground.

At this moment, Lü Yundao’s aura was faint, and black blood continued to gush from the wound on his chest, indicating that he was clearly at his last gasp.

Mu Bingmei quickly went forward to infuse him with Immortal Essence, but could only barely sustain his life.

“Can you still walk?” Lin Che asked indifferently.

Lü Yundao opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at the cyan scale in Lin Che’s hand. His lips moved, but in the end, it only turned into a bitter sigh.

He knew that the gap between himself and this young man in front of him could no longer be measured by cultivation realm.

Lin Che ignored Lü Yundao, withdrew his Ancient God Body, and thought to himself, “There’s no reward at all. It seems everything here must be a soul entity.”

He had originally thought that slaying the Nine-Headed Profound Dragon would earn him a system reward, but now it seemed he had overthought things… Lin Che put one hand behind his back, turned slightly, and looked at Mu Bingmei, saying, “Are you going into the seventh level or not?”

Mu Bingmei naturally wanted to enter, but she still looked at Lü Yundao beside her. After all, if Lü Yundao was unable to fight, she might be in danger later.

Lü Yundao struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and frowned, saying, “It’s alright, this old man can still continue to fight.”

Seeing Lü Yundao forcibly propping up his body, Mu Bingmei merely sighed softly, but still followed behind Lin Che, walking towards the distant direction… The seventh level was relatively less dangerous. As for the Reincarnation Mirror mentioned earlier, it was located deep within the seventh level.

The Reincarnation Mirror was a Top-Grade Space Treasure and Qinglin Immortal Emperor’s favorite magic treasure back then. However, ever since the Rain Immortal Realm was destroyed by the Master, it had been left here, also to allow future generations to see their past and present lives.

Following the clues Mu Bingmei possessed, she quickly led Lin Che to the designated location.

The seventh level was actually a courtyard shrouded in mist. Bluestone paved the path, and ancient trees of unknown species grew on both sides. Luminous white lanterns hung from the branches, their halos diffusing through the thin mist into a hazy expanse.

At the end was an old well. The well curb was covered in dark green moss, yet the well water was clear as a mirror, reflecting countless star-like specks of light.

Mu Bingmei pointed at the well opening and whispered, “The Reincarnation Mirror is at the bottom of the water.”

Before her words finished, ripples suddenly appeared in the well water, and the phantom of an ancient bronze mirror floated up from the water. The mirror body shimmered with a moon-like luster, and the Reincarnation紋 carved along its edge slowly rotated, as if deducing countless karmic connections.