Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

"Lu Xuanji, you truly are a peerless powerhouse. Such a monstrous being can easily take the head of an average Divinity Transformation cultivator, but top-tier ones will find themselves constrained, unable to act. However, I still have an ace up my sleeve!"

The man in black sneered as he took out a puppet.

The puppet was carved in Lu Xuanji’s likeness, with a drop of red blood on its brow, and a strand of hair wrapped around its neck.

The blood belonged to Lu Xuanji;

The hair was Lu Xuanji’s as well.

The man in black placed the puppet on a stone in front of him and set up a simple array around it.

Then, he took out a palm-sized bow and arrow and began to shoot.

Snap!

As he pulled the small bow, an arrow immediately pierced its forehead.

Snap! Snap!

There were continuous shots, leaving behind impacts on the heart, left leg, right leg, left chest, right chest, and abdomen.

The speed was so fast, shooting out seven arrows in succession.

After the seven arrows were shot, the man in black let out a scream. The black robe fell, revealing a handsome visage, golden hair, a slender figure, a sculpted face that could be called the ultimate beautiful man, and his cultivation was of the third layer of Divinity Transformation.

But after shooting seven arrows continuously, he screamed incessantly as his skin aged and shriveled, hair dried and lost luster, skin emitted a foul odor, blood turned into yellow pus, bright eyes lost light, the world became darkness, and he turned blind.

All six senses disappeared, completely unable to perceive the outside world.

Ahhh!

Intense pain came forth, as if enduring severe torture, as if attacked by myriad disasters, and not only was the body in agony, but the soul was also suffering.

His whole body was in extreme pain.

As if in utmost pain, he grabbed his body, and immediately a piece of flesh fell off.

Not only that, the flesh on his body fell off in succession, leaving only a skeleton in the end.

Crack!

Crack!

As if endless years passed, the bones aged, turning to dust.

Even the Primordial Spirit waned, unable to last ten breaths before completely perishing.

This third-layer Divinity Transformation Golden Crow Great Demon met its demise.

To cast the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book, one must pay a heavy price, beyond the imagination of the world.

Using this secret technique, whether successful or not, results in severe pain and a great price, at best depleting substantial destiny, at worst leading to one’s own demise.

Yet all this is worthwhile!

It was Lu Xuanji’s actions in the past that broke the balance, resulting in the extermination of the Golden Crow Race.

How can the hatred of genocide not be avenged?

Even if it means self-destruction, the curse must be cast to kill Lu Xuanji.

...

Crack!

At the moment of the Golden Crow’s curse and subsequent demise, the puppet shattered, turning into a gray stream of light, flying off into the distance.

On the battlefield, as Lu Xuanji suppressed the hordes of demons, a gray light flashed and shot toward Lu Xuanji’s body as the demons began to retreat.

"Not good!"

At the moment of crisis, Lu Xuanji used a secret technique, trying to dodge away.

But that gray light was unavoidable, forcibly entering his body.

"Not good!"

Unease filled Lu Xuanji’s heart, his body slightly trembling.

The terrifying curse power erupted, beginning to sweep through his body to totally annihilate it.

Buzz!

At this moment, the power of destiny within Lu Xuanji felt the crisis and began to counterattack.

Purple destiny clashed with the gray curse, cancelling each other out, annihilating both.

Those with strong destiny usually do not fear curses because the powerful destiny can counteract, dispelling curse power; each time part of the curse is dispelled, a strand of destiny is also lost.

With a slight noise, the curse rapidly waned, and destiny also dissipated.

In just a few breaths, seven layers of the gray curse disappeared, causing Lu Xuanji to breathe a sigh of relief.

However, in the next moment, the gray destiny, originally about to be obliterated, rapidly increased, quickly breaking the suppression, surging forth, beginning to consume the purple destiny.

In an instant, calamity struck, and the purple destiny fell to become blue destiny.

The blue destiny fell again, becoming green destiny.

The green destiny fell again, becoming azure.

Destiny fell severely, soon dropping to white.

White represents the destiny of mortals.

White destiny fell again, dropping to black.

After black destiny, it seemed like destiny fell to rock bottom, unable to fall further.

Black destiny couldn’t resist the curse power, the gray curse engulfed, bringing severe pain, as if being dismembered, as if countless ants were gnawing, magical power within the body began to decline, Qi and blood began to decline, the Primordial Spirit began to wane, six senses were declining.

Vital energy declined, Pure Yang Dao Body being tainted.

In a few breaths, it was as if descending from heaven into hell.

"I’m unwilling!"

At this moment, the Pure Yang Broken Sword flew out, like a rising sun, massive Pure Yang Power began to infuse into his body, driving out the curse power.

Pure Yang Power naturally restrains curses.

Buzz!

The curse power continued, and after sustaining it for ten more breaths, the curse dissipated.

But the Pure Yang Broken Sword lost its brilliance, as if turned into ordinary iron.

Lu Xuanji held the Pure Yang Broken Sword, no longer sensing its power, seeming like an empty shell.

...

In the East Pole Palace, the Golden Crow Great Venerable was trapped here.

East Pole Celestial Venerable was employing a secret technique, refining this half-step Void Refining Great Power.

Both sides reached a stalemate, and completely refining would take a long time.

"No, no!"

At this moment, the Golden Crow Great Venerable seemed to sense something, letting out a wailing call.

The vast Power of Destiny surrounding him began to dissipate, the dense destiny, like fire, vanishing without a trace in an instant as if flowing into sand.

At this moment, the Golden Crow Great Venerable wanted to curse, curse that foolish junior to death.

The junior used the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book to attack an enemy, especially one with powerful destiny, which now traps him.

The Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book is called the first curse technique.

Because this curse can borrow vast destiny, turning into curse power to attack and kill the enemy.

This technique depends not on the caster’s cultivation level but on destiny strength.

The stronger the destiny, the stronger the curse power, meanwhile greatly depleting one’s own destiny.

If the curse attacks a cultivator with strong destiny, before the enemy even dies, the caster might perish. After perishing, it will drag the race’s destiny to continue attacking the enemy until the race’s destiny is utterly exhausted, or the enemy is cursed to death.

Just now, a Golden Crow Race Divinity Transformation cultivator cast the Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book to curse the enemy, and after his demise, it dragged the Golden Crow Race’s fate into a curse, exhausting the race’s strong destiny.

Originally in an unfavorable position, the Golden Crow Great Venerable became even more passive.

Crack!

Crack!

At this moment, golden chains infiltrated, penetrating the Golden Crow Great Venerable’s flesh, the erosion intensified.

"The destiny around you has nearly dissipated!"

East Pole Celestial Venerable coldly laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist, your end is near. In at most a hundred years, you will be completely refined!"

"It’s my bad luck to be trapped by a junior!"

The Golden Crow Great Venerable showed a hint of despair, urging techniques to struggle, but was powerless to break free. The more he struggled, the worse the erosion, sinking deeper into hopelessness, the more dangerous the situation became.

East Pole Celestial Venerable spoke, gently persuading: "Fellow Daoist, stop struggling! Give up now, and you might endure less suffering; if you persist, it’ll only become more painful and unbearable! Life requires knowing when to give up, as often persistence is meaningless!"

The Golden Crow Great Venerable cursed, "Screw you, elder. I am a Golden Crow, not human, not understanding human principles. I won’t give up until the last moment."

East Pole Celestial Venerable said, "We’ve fought a lifetime, yet you remain the same. Fine, I also enjoy watching you suffer, unable to do anything about it."