Necropolis Immortal

vated in the six disciples as milky-white radiance that seeped out of their bodies.
This was the light that signaled ascension, a unique force created by the protocol.
The waters of the Ascension Pool were the tangible form of this ascension light.

The light required a hundred breaths to envelop the user; immortals couldn’t move or utilize their internal force during this time.
This was to prevent over-reliance on the ascent protocol, that people wouldn’t run for the world of immortals at the first sign of trouble.

Immortals were uncommonly weak during this process and couldn’t react to sudden developments.
Thus, they wouldn’t use the protocol unless they were in a spot of absolute safety, or had no other option available to them in a zone of fatal danger.

But with Lu Yun guarding the premises, the six Corpse Refiner disciples had nothing to fear.
As the disciples returned to the world of immortals, the purple bale spirit and a few scarlets by its side looked uneasily at Lu Yun’s sword, not daring to make another move.
Since that sword could sever even thoughts, it had to be at least a connate treasure.

……

“Keep yourself safe,” Lu Yun said to Luan Qi after her peers vanished.
Pointing Quietus forward, he once more charged at the purple bale spirit.

Quietus didn’t have a handle or crossguard, just the keen edge of a blade that resembled a watery ripple.
Instead of grasping the sword with his hand, Lu Yun directed it with where it connected to his index and middle finger.

A slight shift of his body slingshotted the ripples of sword light swirling around him into the purple bale spirit.

“Waugh!!” Seeing that Lu Yun refused to identify himself, the purple spirit shrieked and… yin spirits poured in through the boundary that didn’t actually exist at all.

This main world had fallen long ago and spirits had devoured all of its inhabitants.
Everything here was fake.
Now that the only two living beings on this world were immortals who knew the truth, the dead spirits no longer kept up the facade.

What looked like the only safe harbor in this world was infiltrated with boundless dead spirits.
Commanded by the purple bale spirit, they stormed Lu Yun and Luan Qi.

Three battle zombies appeared by Luan Qi’s side.
One of them was her personal battle zombie, while the other two were undead servants that she’d refined.
The three kept her firmly protected between them and maintained a stalwart defense against the enemies.

Since the purple spirit wanted to use Luan Qi to travel to the world of immortals, it didn’t order its spirits to give no quarter.
Otherwise, Luan Qi would’ve become their food after the first rush.

Lu Yun wasn’t affected by any of this.
Wrapped within Quietus’ sword light, he advanced upon the purple spirit, unimpeded.

Though black dead spirits and gray yin spirits madly flung themselves at him, the keen edge of sword light around him reaped their lives like it was harvest time on a farm.
Every single spirit in his way was ripped apart into pieces.

He stood in front of the purple bale spirit a dozen breaths later.

“I would be able to crush you with a single move if not for this strange connate treasure!” The purple bale spirit took the form of a gust of smoke, two balls of purple flame burning within the smoke like two eyeballs.

Lu Yun saw them very clearly—the two purple flames were netherfire.
Violetgrave’s netherfire.