PD -Chapter 168 An Immortal Descends

The hands I was using to form seals began to tremble. The scorching, corrosive threat bearing down on me made my entire body instinctively shake, urging me to dodge and flee…

But reason told me that if I moved now, everything we had done would be wasted.

The Five Directions Ghost Emperor had only just been trapped by us. If she escaped from the Nine Dragons Spirit-Trapping Formation, there was no way we would ever be lucky enough to restrain her again.

Boom!

The black flames came surging toward me.

“Get back!” I shouted, kicking Liu Xiaopeng away.

I remained where I stood, maintaining the hand seals. At the cost of all my spiritual power, I kept the grand formation running while using the Great Golden Light Mantra to clash head-on with the black corrosive flames.

The flames possessed terrifying corrosive properties. The outer defensive barrier of my Golden Light Mantra was shattered almost instantly…

At that moment, Shentu snatched the Black Jade Revolver from my waist and, without a word, aimed it at Lucifer and fired.

But after suffering from it once, Lucifer was no longer so easy to catch off guard. With a wave of his hand, several gigantic, hideous trolls burst from the Hell Rift and threw themselves directly into the bullets’ path, using their bodies to shield him from the threat.

By then, Lucifer, riding his black-winged dragon, had already arrived before me.

The final faint layer of my Golden Light Mantra’s protection was torn apart by the dragon’s claws like a sheet of plastic film.

It’s over.

At the final moment, I thought that preserving my life had to come first. I was just about to retreat when—

A beam of azure light suddenly plummeted from the sky and smashed toward Lucifer’s head.

It was another extraordinary totemic divine beast, its entire body radiating golden light. In the next instant, its razor-sharp claws were about to seize Lucifer’s skull.

It was none other than Di Ting.

Clearly sensing the threat above, Lucifer snorted coldly and instantly retreated dozens of meters.

I finally let out a sigh of relief. Liu Xiaopeng immediately stepped forward again to help me stabilize the formation.

Meanwhile, behind Lucifer, the armies of Hell had gathered.

A vast black tide poured out from the darkness behind him and from the rift itself, threatening to surround us completely.

Di Ting landed before me and transformed into human form. With a wave of his hand, golden light flashed overhead.

Figures radiating different colors of spiritual power immediately charged into the Hell Army, engaging the demons crawling out of Hell in fierce battle.

“You’ve actually allied yourselves with Shentu. Do you have any idea how dangerous she is?” Di Ting turned and glared at Shentu, who was standing with us.

At that moment, Shentu had resumed absorbing the Ghost Emperor’s primordial spirit, and the two seemed locked in a tug-of-war.

“This is absurd! If they successfully merge, the consequences will be unimaginable!”

Di Ting roared in anger. A treasured sword appeared in his hand, and with a single slash, he severed the spiritual energy chain connecting Shentu to the Ghost Emperor.

“Di Ting, are you trying to let the Ghost Emperor escape?!” I shouted anxiously.

By now, both Liu Xiaopeng and I were already at our limits.

Among the Nine Dragon Sons, one had been torn apart by a desperate burst of dark-red energy released by the Ghost Emperor before vanishing entirely.

Only eight remained.

Yet Di Ting ignored me.

The instant that sword fell, Shentu spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Di Ting, I no longer wish to bring calamity upon the world,” Shentu said, clutching her chest. Her expression was pained, and there was a trace of sincerity in her voice.

“As long as you allow me to reclaim my complete primordial spirit, I swear I’ll help you reseal the rift between the Three Realms and never cause trouble again.”

“I will never trust you again!”

Di Ting snorted coldly and charged toward Shentu with sword in hand.

It seemed he intended to eliminate the Shentu who possessed only one-third of her primordial spirit first, then deal with the Ghost Emperor afterward.

Without another word, the two clashed.

The battle erupted instantly, throwing the entire battlefield into chaos.

Liu Xiaopeng and I, occupied with maintaining the formation, had effectively become living targets.

“Brother Han, we’ll have to use that!” Liu Xiaopeng suddenly shouted.

At that moment, both of us had activated the Golden Light Mantra, fending off the Hell demons and the members of Bureau 507 charging toward us.

I froze when I heard his words.

I knew exactly what he meant by that.

During the three days of seclusion before coming here, Liu Xiaopeng hadn’t been idle either. He had been pushing himself to break through his limits and unleash the full potential of his bloodline power.

And on the final day, he discovered a tremendous secret hidden within the power of the Immortal-Slaying Sword bloodline.

After thousands of years, the bloodline power of the Immortal-Slaying Sword had not actually weakened…

Rather, very few people had ever managed to reach the final layer and uncover its true terror.

The true power of the Immortal-Slaying Sword wasn’t the Nine Dragon Sons at all.

Its ultimate ability was to use bloodline power to invite a deity into one’s body, allowing a descendant’s mortal vessel to bear the spiritual source of an immortal.

Once this supreme secret art was activated, Liu Xiaopeng could summon the immortal consciousness of the Liu family’s ancestor, Liu Bowen, into his body.

Through that, he would be able to unleash the complete power of both the Immortal-Slaying Sword and the Nine Dragon Sons.

But I also knew that using such a heaven-defying secret art would place an enormous burden on the body.

That was why I still hesitated over whether to let Liu Xiaopeng use it.

“Stop thinking about it, Brother Han!”

Liu Xiaopeng shouted.

There was no longer any room for hesitation.

He had already made the decision himself.

Standing beside me, golden light suddenly erupted from his body like the sun itself.

I instinctively narrowed my eyes.

The next moment, the golden radiance dispersed.

Within the light, two figures flickered continuously.

One of them was clearly much larger than Liu Xiaopeng.

Then, beside him appeared a broad-shouldered middle-aged man clad in a black-and-white Daoist robe. His sleeves billowed dramatically in the wind, and in one hand he held the faintly glowing Immortal-Slaying Sword.

His bearing was heroic and extraordinary.

This was the legendary ancestor of the Liu family, the man whose achievements had astonished the world and who had ascended to immortality after death—

Liu Bowen.

He stood in exactly the same posture as Liu Xiaopeng, sword in hand.

Then, in the next instant, their figures merged into one.

Liu Bowen’s form became ethereal and drifted directly into Liu Xiaopeng’s body.

Liu Xiaopeng had kept his eyes closed the entire time.

Now, they snapped open.

The expression in those eyes—and the aura he radiated—were completely different from before.

With a casual sweep of his sword, several domineering arcs of sword qi blasted forward, sending the charging demons flying into the distance.

“Boy, step aside.”

Liu Xiaopeng’s lips moved slightly.

The voice was familiar to me.

But the authority behind it carried a power that seemed impossible to refuse.

I nodded and instantly retreated, handing over the Nine Dragons Spirit-Trapping Formation to him.

The moment Liu Xiaopeng—now possessed by the immortal Liu Bowen—stepped before the formation, the Nine Dragon Sons seemed to be reborn.

The one that had previously been torn apart and dissipated reappeared.

The nine colossal beasts radiated a brilliance as vast and dazzling as the Milky Way itself.

The grand formation began operating on its own.

It was as if maintaining it consumed not even the slightest trace of spiritual power from the immortal-possessed Liu Xiaopeng.