Immortality from Taming Elephant

"Five more days?" Xu Guang asked.

"Today is already the sixth day," Hanshang replied, "They urged us again yesterday, demanding a response within three days. True Monarch, I wanted to contact you immediately, but I was afraid you were in seclusion... Today, I couldn’t hold back any longer, so..."

Xu Guang raised his hand to interrupt her, eyes filled with killing intent.

"It’s not your fault. I’ll handle this matter."

He turned to look at General Wei, a cold curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Ah Wei, it’s been a while since you’ve stretched your muscles, hasn’t it?"

General Wei let out a low roar, eyes also igniting with battle intent. Nine emerald dragon heads emerged from his spine, swaying in the air, emitting a bloodthirsty screech.

Ever since he returned from the Fire Domain, broke through in seclusion, and until now, he was indeed repressed.

"Hanshang, where are those people now?" Xu Guang asked.

Hanshang pointed north of the valley: "They are camped fifty miles north, with daily patrols in the valley to monitor. True Monarch, Cang Wu is at the peak of Second Nirvana, extremely powerful, you..."

"Peak of Second Nirvana?" Xu Guang chuckled lightly, eyes showing no fear, "Just the right test for my blade."

Before entering seclusion, he could already contend against geniuses like Ni Heng. Ni Heng didn’t use his full strength, but neither did Xu Guang. Now, after over twenty days in seclusion, his strength has increased, more than enough to deal with a cultivator at the peak of Second Nirvana.

Moreover, these people are the Apostles of the Ancient God.

"Lead the way," Xu Guang said.

He was quite curious about the existence of the Ancient God.

Since these people worship the so-called Ancient God, they must know something about its nature.

Most importantly, Xu Guang previously encountered Murong Zhen, who also claimed to be a Divine Envoy, worshipping the so-called God of Pain.

Could it be that this Dark World where Hanshang resides is the lair of this God of Pain?

With this in mind, his interest grew even stronger.

...

The sky of the Dark World was always gray, without a sun, only the dim red light that seeped through the earth’s fissures, dyeing the land in an eerie blood-red hue.

Fifty miles north of the Peach Blossom Land, on a desolate Gobi Desert, a dozen black tents were pitched on the lee side of a low hill.

The tents were adorned with twisted symbols, faintly emitting an unsettling aura.

In the largest tent, a middle-aged cultivator sat cross-legged.

His face was fierce, with an aquiline nose and thin lips, giving an impression of being harsh and unkind.

He wore a black robe embroidered with the same twisted symbols as the tents, the mark of the God of Pain. His aura was unfathomable, clearly at the peak of Second Nirvana.

He was Cang Wu.

"Sir." A subordinate entered, kneeling on one knee, "There’s still no movement from the Peach Blossom Land."

Cang Wu opened his eyes, a trace of impatience flashing through them: "I’ve already given them three days out of great generosity.

Since they don’t appreciate it, in three days we will level the valley. That divine statue must be destroyed."

"Sir, forgive my impertinence," the subordinate said cautiously, "The Saintess of Peach Blossom Land, Hanshang, is said to be associated with the legendary ’True Monarch.’ This True Monarch is said to have great divine techniques, should he..."

"True Monarch?" Cang Wu sneered, "A false deity worshipped by natives, dare to call themselves True Monarch? I have cultivated for a thousand years, what haven’t I seen? This so-called True Monarch is nothing but a cultivator who accidentally descended to this world, leaving behind some divine signs, and thus was mythologized. Even if he is here, I will make sure he comes without returning!"

He paused, a greedy glint in his eyes.

"Moreover, I’ve researched, and the cultivation technique passed down by that True Monarch is quite extraordinary. If we can force it out and offer it to the Spirit God, we will surely be handsomely rewarded. If the Spirit God is pleased, bestows a Saint Realm opportunity, I can leap through the Dragon Gate and become a Saint Ancestor!"

The subordinate quickly flattered.

"You are wise, sir! That Hanshang, being ungrateful, deserves..."

Before finishing the sentence, his voice abruptly stopped.

Outside the tent, a deafening roar echoed!

Roar!

General Wei’s roar was like sudden thunder on a flat ground, the sound waves carrying the pressure of the Ancient Elephant Power, instantly lifting dozens of tents into the air!

Cang Wu’s face changed dramatically, his figure darting out of the tent like a specter.

In the center of the camp, a colossal Ancient Elephant stood proudly.

The Ancient Elephant was three zhang tall, its entire body enveloped in an earthy yellow glow, cracking the ground beneath its four hooves.

Most frightening of all, nine emerald green dragon heads emerged from its spine, like nine venomous snakes, swaying and hissing in the night sky. With each lash, one of Cang Wu’s subordinates was either swatted away, entangled, or strangled to death!

And on the back of the Ancient Elephant, a figure in a black robe stood with hands behind his back.

The young man had handsome features and calm eyes like still water, yet there was a faint, chilling aura about him that made one’s heart palpitate.

It was Xu Guang.

"Who dares to attack my camp!" Cangwu shouted angrily, and the aura of the peak of the Second Nirvana erupted, with black qi swirling around him, forming a giant ghostly face that opened its blood-red mouth, letting out a silent roar.

Xu Guang looked at him indifferently from above. "Are you the so-called Divine Envoy?"

Cangwu’s pupils contracted: "Who are you? How do you know about the Spirit God?"

"The one who will kill you," Xu Guang said without further ado, his figure moved, and he leaped down from General Wei’s back, stepping through the air!

Cangwu sneered coldly.

"Courting death!"

He formed hand seals with both hands, and black qi surged wildly around him, causing the ghostly face to suddenly expand into a size of about a zhang, opening its mouth to spew out a pitch-black beam of light, shooting straight at Xu Guang!

Wherever the beam passed, the grass and trees on the ground withered instantly, and the air was filled with the aura of decay, despair, and pain.

This was divine power bestowed by the Spirit God of Pain, eroding vitality, polluting the divine soul, extremely sinister!

Xu Guang’s expression remained unchanged, his right hand formed a virtual grip, and a bronze long sword drew from its sheath!

"Human Furnace, Great Practice, refining demons as fuel!"

On the sword blade, faint golden divine patterns appeared, forming an invisible domain of refinement!

The moment the pitch-black beam was struck by the domain, it was as if it had fallen into a furnace, sizzling and decomposing rapidly, turning into nothingness!

"What?!" Cangwu’s face changed drastically.

This "Breath of Pain" technique would even cause a Semi-Saint to be apprehensive, and it was effortlessly neutralized by the other party?

Xu Guang did not give him a chance to breathe.

"True Monarch’s Form, manifest!"

Behind him, the towering form of a three-zhang-high True Monarch appeared with a roar!

The light of the Five Emperor’s Chaos Armor flowed, the demonic thought dragon scale armor shone with dim purple light, the furnace’s divine patterns glowed brightly, and the extreme soul halo governed invisibly!

An aura that fused the intents of Martial Dao, Qi Refining, demonic thoughts, and the Saint’s path, terrifying like a tangible tide, swept in all directions!

Cangwu’s face turned completely pale.

"What... what kind of manifestation is this?!" He had lived for over a thousand years and had never seen such an eerie, immensely powerful manifestation. That aura even gave him the illusion of facing a Saint!

"True Monarch World-Stabilizing Palm!"

Xu Guang wasted no words, moving in sync with the True Monarch’s form, his right palm slowly pressing down!

This palm, more refined and harmonious than when fighting Ni Heng, was the result of over twenty days of closed-door insight. Although he failed to perfectly integrate the three powers, the control was more precise, the cost was less, but the power was only increased!

In the palm seal, the Five Elements interacted, demonic thoughts rose and fell, divine patterns flowed, and killing intent was awe-inspiring!

Cangwu was terrified beyond measure, desperately urging all his cultivation, with black qi around him forming a giant shield, and the ghostly face also merging into it, trying to resist this terrifying palm.

However, in front of the True Monarch World-Stabilizing Palm, all resistance was futile.

Boom!

The palm seal descended, and the black shield shattered like paper!

Cangwu let out a miserable scream, his whole body being smashed into the ground, creating a giant pit over a zhang deep. Blood flowed from his seven orifices, all his bones fractured inch by inch, and his aura withered to the extreme in an instant.

"You... who are you exactly..." Cangwu lay in the large pit, his eyes filled with shock and unwillingness.

Xu Guang sneered, raised his hand, and thrust a sword into Cangwu’s forehead.

He only erased Cangwu’s life force, but Cangwu’s divine soul was pulled out by Xu Guang with one hand.

Refinement of souls!

Seeing Cangwu’s tragic state, his subordinates completely lost their will to fight, but they were facing General Wei, where nine green dragon heads each coiled around a corpse, and the elephant trunk was raised high, letting out a victorious whinny.

"Ah Wei, clean up." Xu Guang sheathed his sword and picked up useful items from Cangwu’s body, including a storage ring, a black token engraved with twisted symbols, and several bottles of elixirs.

The token was cold to the touch, with a hint of malevolent aura, attempting to erode Xu Guang’s divine soul.

The demonic thought coral swayed slightly, and with a flash of dark purple light, that aura was completely devoured.

"Interesting."

Xu Guang grasped Cangwu’s divine soul, a trace of anticipation in his eyes, wondering how much this person knew?

The presence of a peak Second Nirvana provided a considerable amount of experience, another two or three would be enough for the Refining Pattern Master to level up.