Necropolis Immortal

between life and death, abandoned by both heaven and hell.
Even if you get the layout of resurrection, you won’t come back to life.”

However, the crazed hag only had eyes for the resurrection layout.

Feinie had set up layers of formations to protect the floating peak.
What had seemed like an inert object, the Formation Orb had gained a life of its own in Feinie’s hands and enveloped the summit with its light.

No matter how hard the undead hag tried, she couldn’t break through the orb’s formations.

However, Feinie was also left vulnerable to the hag’s attacks.
Her complexion paled and blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.
She’d reached the golden immortal realm before her death, but having fallen to true immortal now meant a gap in strength existed, one that was as wide as the status difference between an emperor and a beggar.

“Slug it a good one, fatty!” Lu Yun yelled at Li Youcai.

“I—” In full control of his mental faculties, since Yueshen had left his body, the fatty hesitated at Lu Yun’s words.
Slug it a good one?

The Dusk governor wanted him to put all his strength into his attack and fully tap into the Seal of Mountains and Rivers.
The seal was a special eighth-rank treasure, and could rival a ninth-rank treasure when used at full power.
However, if he deployed it to those depths, he would exhaust all of his strength—just like Qing Han—and wouldn’t be able to move.

“Okay, but you have to cancel my engagement to that male pig!” The fatty was still fretting over that.

“Deal!” Lu Yun agreed immediately.
“But you have to leave Mo Yi alone from now on.”

“Deal!” Li Youcai grimaced.
“Remember to get me out of here afterward!”

Bam!

The seal quickly grew into a towering mountain and slammed relentlessly into the undead hag.

The hag’s full attention was on the floating summit, so the sudden impact sent her flying and crashing heavily into the walls of the cavern.

“Break her limbs!” Lu Yun yelled again.
The undead hag couldn’t die, but breaking her limbs would at least temporarily immobilize her.

His jaw set, Li Youcai tapped into his reserves of strength and attacked the monster’s arms and legs, breaking them in quick succession.
The monster screamed and struggled, the ugly wounds healing at a visible pace.

Blood gushed out of Li Youcai’s mouth, then he toppled to the ground.

“Don’t leave me behind,” he muttered before losing consciousness.
The seal automatically returned to him.

“Don’t worry,” Lu Yun said, relieved.
“I won’t.”

Yueshen obediently attached herself to Li Youcai’s body and took over.

“This man is a rare talent as well.
He somehow manages to preserve his vitality even after being possessed by the ghost of an immortal,” Miao muttered with a shudder.
“All of these people are freaks.
No wonder they could find my body and rescue me.”

Feinie opened up her formation and allowed Lu Yun to ascend the floating summit.
Miao trailed after him.

“What should I do?” Lu Yun turned to Miao with the empty scroll.

“That’s it!” Miao’s eyes lit up when he saw the painting.
As a fox spirit who had lived a long, long life, he had more experience than most.
“So the legends are real.
The most perfect of art is one with dao.
This is a depiction of all things between heaven and earth.
It’s the supreme division of the universe!” His eyes grew increasingly brighter.

“Cut the crap and tell me what to do with it,” Lu Yun said with furrowed brows.
“The painting isn’t going to control Qing Han, is it?”

“It won’t.
What possessed the true immortal wasn’t the Portrait of Emptiness itself, but the fire spirit within,” Miao explained.
“The fire spirit became the spirit of the painting, but the painting itself wasn’t sentient.”

“Since he’s unconscious, we can only employ the most basic method—use his blood to bind the treasure to him.
Cut his wrist and let his blood drip onto the painting.
But you have to consider this carefully, kid.” The fox’s gaze at Lu Yun turned serious.
“Even when the immortal dao was at its most prosperous a hundred thousand years ago, powerful immortals and daoists fought over this treasure.
Are you sure you’re just going to give it to this ugly eyesore?”

“Treasure can be replaced, but a life is forever lost when someone dies.” Lu Yun nodded and cut Qing Han’s wrist with his finger, directing the young man’s blood to drip onto the empty painting.
“In my eyes, a friend is much more important than this.

“Humans are sentimental and loyal.
We’re the type willing to risk our lives for our friends, it’s why we reign over all beings in the world.
Your kind may be intelligent and powerful, but your strength is still below the human race’s,” he sighed.

Both Earth and the world of immortals might be plagued with greed, but people would never lose sight of their humanity—their bond with one another.

With Yuying and Feinie’s memories and experience, he was far from the clueless novice he’d been when he first arrived.
He knew there were races other than the human race in this world.
The monster spirit race, for example, had always been at odds with the human race, and Miao was one of them.

“Humans are loyal and willing to risk your lives for others?” Confusion clouded Miao’s eyes.
“So this willingness to sacrifice yourselves is how humans drove my kind out of the fertile lands?”

Power was the only thing that mattered to his kind.
No one would ever consider the safety of the others.
They cared only about themselves, and the strong fed on the weak.
This is why Miao had continuously failed to understand Lu Yun’s behavior along the way.
An injured monster spirit would immediately be abandoned, or perhaps even eaten.

Lu Yun shifted his attention from Miao to Qing Han.
A soft glow was wrapped around the young man like a blanket.

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