Chapter 1459 - 688: Eight Characters at Odds

Chapter 1459: Chapter 688: Eight Characters at Odds

Precipices, deep mountain caves, the suspended coffin suddenly opened its eyes, Tie Dan’s Primordial Spirit returned to position, lifting off the coffin lid to sit up, glanced at the Immortal Zombie’s body that had exhausted all Mana and True Qi, shriveled into a bag of white bones, protective True Yuan had long been depleted, the skin had dried and cracked, even starting to sprout purple mycelium, resembling a fur blanket covering the entire body, even staining the lining of the white clothes with patches of purple-brown mold.

Mad, can’t wear this anymore, it’s actually growing fur, how come even the molds in the Immortal World are immortal fungi, huh? Might grow mushrooms if I come back any later...

Alright, it was indeed too much to ask for. This time, after all, Tie Dan used a Nascent Soul Level puppet to support the Primordial Spirit of the Returning Void Stage, forcibly entering the game to participate in the battle of tribulations, as if using a virtual address to connect to an external network arena. Although it temporarily avoided attention, interfering with external tracking, the signal transmission was somewhat delayed and disturbed, not to mention this body serving as a relay station ultimately couldn’t sustain the massive consumption from Yazi’s Primordial Spirit, almost collapsing.

At this moment, not only had the corpse become a nursery for fungi, but the Taiyin Skill was also entirely exhausted, revealing its death state, like an inner retreat incident of possession by demon, about to experience Heavenly Person Five Decays, disintegrating and returning to heaven. It seems unless some devious means are used, it would take up to a hundred years to recover Qi through Breathing Control.

Fortunately, Blackie has bundled numerous external aids, plenty of devious means.

Thus, Tie Dan pulled off the moldy interior clothes, rummaging inside the coffin, fetched the gourd bound to the Dao Body from his waist, gulping it down, simultaneously chewing medicine and refining Qi. The corpse-like stiff body instantly inflated like a pumped-up skin sack, the purple plush mycelium parasitized on the body was also refined by sword energy, absorbed opposite as nutrients, withering and falling off, skin gradually restored to a moist elasticity, slowly regaining a human form.

Hmm, actually Tang Xian’er and Chen Xiyi are still crossing the tribulation, life and death unbeknownst, but after a Primordial Spirit Fighting Technique, the Dao Body is severely exhausted. Tie Dan’s side is already almost unsustainable, so he returned first.

Moreover, he secretly intervened, aiding in slashing Chen Dewei and Huilan, a pair of Daoist companions, carrying heavy karmic burdens. Maybe Mystic Sect’s dog-nosed Divine Calculator could sniff him out, reverse tracking Tang Xian’er’s whereabouts. Besides, in the battlefield crowded with people, staying there wouldn’t be any significant help. Tie Dan wouldn’t just stand around doing nothing.

Of course, theoretically, this stage just requires Tang Xian’er to follow his instructions, holding the Invisible, Shapeless, Formless Sword Ball throughout, stealthily hiding among people to get through. Mystic Sect isn’t some killing maniac, they’d first eliminate the most threatening entities before slaughtering old, young, women, and children, right? Who’d waste precious firepower on bombing civilians?

But everyone has their destiny, who can know everything? In case Tang Xian’er got impulsive, choosing to share life and death with fellow villagers, this good game would go to waste.

It must be said, at this juncture, Tie Dan couldn’t help feeling the helplessness of being a backstage hand. As the saying goes, humans plan, heaven decides. From outside the game, you strategize, however excellent your preparations, the ultimate trial still must be individually passed.

Clearly, you’ve perfectly calculated, thinking it’s flawlessly impeccable, but those pieces just have their own thoughts, feelings, grudges, occasionally stubbornly contradict, ordered east but insist west, refusing to cooperate even if pushed, opting to backtrack, arguing at every turn. What can you do about that? Perhaps just wait seven days, to see the result, offer assistance, or help collect a corpse afterward...

Sigh, speechless! Gulp, gulp! Ha! Oh, this gourd’s pretty good, not only can it spice things up, add potency, it can also add Qi, even chilling...

In short, drinking wine, refining Qi, consuming the entire gourd until cooling down, Tie Dan managed to restore from a stiff corpse to human form. Though not yet recovered to the previous Heavenly Immortal descending, breathtakingly magnificent aura, at least this dead face gained a bit of Qi, somewhat resembling a human, not so frightening when stepping out.

Almost there, then let’s exit the retreat.

So Tie Dan casually donned a Daoist robe, flew out of the suspended coffin, paced empty steps along the precipice, ascending to the mountain top, glanced upwards, far away observing the previous volcano site, now a matchless peak of towering giant mountains, majestically rising, blocking the Sun, spanning the sky, nine heavens clouds end, dazzling like gold summit, countless Taoist Palace’s golden tiles resembling lighthouse lenses, reflecting morning light, sparkling.

Oh, Emei Golden Summit has been moved over now.

Thus, Tie Dan also decided to fly up and greet neighbors. If enough of them came, maybe Seven Monsters could spare one or two, perhaps even help flying to Kunlun along, rescuing his disciples there.

Hence, without delay, Tie Dan immediately manipulated Qi, flying skyward, spotting a child planting trees on the mountain top.

Hmm, planting trees...

You say moving mountains is fine, but packing up and moving the trees too is a bit too much, isn’t it... Sigh, Mystic Sect...

"Hey, kid, where’s your master?"

After all, it’s someone else’s Mountain Gate Daoist field, Tie Dan also politely greeted from afar.

The child, busy digging pits, raised his head upon hearing, staring blankly.

Before the figure arrives, the fragrance of wine precedes, permeating the air with a drunken breeze, amidst the clouds descending, glancing up only to witness auspicious rays, glorious mist unfolds, a fresh breeze sweeping around, Mystic Sect Daoist robe flapping in the wind, enveloping a delicate silhouette, fluttering garments, light jade feet touching void, arriving within moments.