Chapter 374 - 352: Secret (3)
The blood-colored Primordial Spirit accelerated by another thirty percent, its five fingers curled into hooks as it clawed straight for the tiger-faced man’s Celestial Spirit, intent on tearing his Divine Soul to shreds.
The tiger-faced man watched helplessly as the deadly blood-red claw grew larger and larger in his vision, and he closed his eyes in despair.
In the nick of time.
A jet-black staff wreathed in a faint golden light appeared, blocking the path between the blood-colored Primordial Spirit and the tiger-faced man.
"BOOM!"
A dull, heavy boom echoed.
The Seven Kills Ancestor’s Primordial Spirit smashed squarely into the Qiankun Ruyi Staff.
He was already a spent force, and having attacked in a rage without holding back, the impact caused his blood-red hands to almost instantly disintegrate.
The Primordial Spirit was sent flying back several dozen yards, the light of its Soul Body flickering erratically.
Stricken with terror, he unhesitatingly detonated the last Divine Soul phantom behind him.
The phantom burst apart, and a surge of pure Soul Power barely managed to stabilize his collapsing Primordial Spirit.
But now, all the external power he had devoured was exhausted. His Primordial Spirit was even weaker than before, and wisps of blood-red energy had begun to leak from its edges.
It was a sign that his Soul Body was unstable and on the verge of collapse.
The Seven Kills Ancestor’s blood-red eyes locked onto the carriage, which had retreated far into the distance.
His Primordial Spirit abruptly contracted, transforming into a slender, blood-red streak of light that shot desperately toward the carriage.
How could Chen Li let him succeed?
His Primordial Spirit stepped forward, executing the Shrinking Inches Divine Ability. Despite starting later, he arrived first, instantly closing the distance. He raised the golden staff again, his killing intent locked on.
However, just as Chen Li’s Primordial Spirit was about to catch the Seven Kills Ancestor...
...the unexpected happened.
The blood-red streak of light, which had been hurtling toward Peng Anmin, made an incredibly bizarre reversal in midair.
Its speed instantly increased by another thirty percent. No longer fleeing in a straight line, it carved a cunning arc through the air, bypassing Chen Li’s intercepting Primordial Spirit and aiming straight for his physical body.
’Hmm? He’s going after my physical body?’
Chen Li was surprised.
’This old fiend is rather cunning!’
Chen Li sneered inwardly. His Primordial Spirit’s pursuit didn’t slow; it accelerated. At the same time, his physical body’s eyelids snapped open, making no move to dodge or evade.
Seeing this, a flash of vicious glee crossed the Seven Kills Ancestor’s mind.
’This young whelp dares to be so arrogant? He’s courting death!’
Thanks to his unexpected feint, he had finally seized a sliver of a chance. Without hesitation, his blood-colored Primordial Spirit turned into a scarlet thread and burrowed into Chen Li’s Divine Hall Acupoint.
’I’m in!’
The Seven Kills Ancestor was ecstatic.
However, this ecstatic thought had barely formed before it was frozen solid, as if doused with ice water.
Chaos Space.
A somewhat ethereal golden phantom, its face identical to Chen Li’s, slowly condensed into view.
Before it, a perfectly spherical pearl hovered quietly, spinning slowly and emitting a soft, yet indestructible, halo of light.
’This is... He... He has two Primordial Spirits? No! This is impossible!’
The Seven Kills Ancestor’s Primordial Spirit let out an incredulous shriek, its forward momentum faltering.
’How could two independent Primordial Spirits possibly exist inside a Cultivator’s Divine Hall Acupoint?’
This sight, so far beyond his comprehension, plunged him into a state of extreme horror and confusion.
And in that moment of subconscious hesitation.
"VMMMM!"
Chen Li’s golden Primordial Spirit, following close behind like a shadow, shot into his own Divine Hall Acupoint.
With the Primordial Spirit returned to its place, the Divine Hall flared with brilliant light.
"Die!"
The Qiankun Ruyi Staff in Chen Li’s hand erupted with dazzling golden light. Wielding it with a majestic will that could suppress all things, he brought it crashing down on the terrified and dazed blood-colored Primordial Spirit.
"If I die, you can forget about living!"
Seeing the staff fall once more, the Seven Kills Ancestor knew there was no chance of survival.
Madness and despair engulfed him.
He no longer tried to resist or delude himself with thoughts of possession. His blood-colored Primordial Spirit began to rapidly contract and compress inward.
The Primordial Spirit, originally three feet tall, was instantly compressed into a blood-red sphere of light only the size of a fist. It pulsed with terrifying, destructive energy and shone with a blinding intensity.
Countless fine cracks spread across the sphere’s surface.
Primordial Spirit self-detonation!
This was a Cultivator’s final and most desperate measure!
Its power was enough to severely damage or even destroy the Divine Hall of a Cultivator of the same level, obliterating their soul completely.
The Seven Kills Ancestor had harbored this thought of mutual destruction from the moment he broke in.
’Let’s die together!’
A sinister laugh, filled with venom and sadistic glee, echoed from the compressed sphere of the Primordial Spirit.
In the next instant, the crimson light became blindingly bright, its destructive energy on the verge of erupting like a volcano.
However, just a split second before the self-detonating energy reached its critical point and was unleashed...
...his vicious smile froze on his face.
The scene before him abruptly blurred and twisted, as if space itself was being forcibly shifted.
The next moment, he found himself in a bizarre world. It was dead silent and devoid of life, with a grey sky looming over a barren wasteland.
There was no sound, no wind, no vegetation, no life. Even the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi was so thin it was practically nonexistent.
’Where... is this?!’
The Seven Kills Ancestor’s Primordial Spirit asked, horrified beyond belief.
But time did not permit him to think. Once the self-detonation of a Primordial Spirit began, it could not be reversed.
"RUUUUMBLE!!!"
The Power of the Primordial Spirit, compressed to its absolute limit, erupted violently.
A tidal wave of destructive energy blasted out in all directions, shaking the entire ashen space so violently that it began to tremble.
A blinding crimson light devoured everything as the rampant shockwave spread madly in all directions like a tsunami.
In that devastating release, the Seven Kills Ancestor’s Primordial Spirit—along with all his consciousness, memories, venom, and resentment—was utterly annihilated, vanishing without a trace.