Chapter 1089 : Conquest of the Heavenly Serpent

"Excellent!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Sylas Ye, the Immortal summoned and unleashed a Heavenly Saber, revealing it to be a High Grade Immortal Treasure [a weapon of immense power, forged with celestial techniques].

The saber's edge blazed with such fierce radiance that it forced the Tengshe [a mythical winged serpent demon] to devote its full effort to defense.

"I never imagined Brother Qingxu was peerless with both blade and sword."

Flora the Immortal Maiden let out a silvery laugh. With a wave of her hand, she summoned a Pink Silk Immortal Treasure [an enchanted ribbon of immortal silk] that snaked through the air, coiling around the Ancient Tengshe [an ancient and powerful winged serpent demon] and binding its midsection.

The others exchanged a glance, and in that instant, they moved with perfect, unspoken coordination.

"Amitabha!"

The Old Monk chanted, casting forth a strand of dazzling golden Prayer Beads [a string of enchanted beads used for meditation and combat]. The beads spun in an unending cycle, forming a shackle that clamped tightly around the Tengshe's throat.

Zenyu the Prison-Keeper merely snorted coldly. With a metallic clatter, two Chains shot skyward and then plunged down, piercing clean through the Tengshe's wings and pinning it firmly in place.

As the wounded Tengshe writhed in a final, desperate struggle, Eldrin Chen channeled his power into the Chaos Grasping Hand [a divine technique that manifests a giant, energy-construct hand]. A colossal palm materialized and seized the serpent's vital point [the metaphorical "seven inches," a weak spot behind the head], finally subduing the mighty beast. Original English translation available at http://www . audio-novel.com.

"Excellent!"

"Then let this old man test whether he can breach these Tengshe's Golden Scales."

Seeing the Tengshe temporarily subdued, Canda the Daoist finally let out a hearty laugh and activated his own Divine Ability.

With a surge of his magic, his crippled left leg swelled monstrously in an instant, transforming into a titanic foot that blotted out the sky. It descended with crushing force, aiming to pin the Tengshe beneath its overwhelming weight.

"This is—!"

Witnessing this spectacle, Eldrin Chen's pupils contracted sharply, his expression hardening with grave intensity.

At last, he understood. Canda the Daoist's left leg was no natural infirmity, but the vessel for a brutally cultivated Divine Ability.

Through a cruel and protracted ritual, Canda the Daoist had infused his Immortal Essence and a myriad of potent secret elixirs into that limb. Year upon year of accumulation had forged it into a weapon of unparalleled destructive power.

The energies contained within were too vast, the forging process too savage, for his mortal frame to bear without consequence—hence the permanent, crippling affliction at its root.

Yet, the price exacted was matched by the limb's terrifying might. The leg Canda the Daoist had cultivated was a thing of dreadful, awe-inspiring potency.

His cultivation was merely at the Eighth Level of Immortal Ascension Realm, yet the power unleashed by this Canda's Divine Leg surpassed even that of a Ninth Level of Ascension to Immortality cultivator, rivaling nearly seventy percent of a Supreme Grade Immortal Treasure's might.

"BOOM—"

As Eldrin Chen pondered, the Canda's Divine Leg descended with a thunderous crash, stamping down upon the physical form of the Tengshe [a mythical winged serpent].

This devastating blow finally pierced the Tengshe's defenses, forcing it to bleed profusely and scattering numerous scales that were forged like immortal metal.

Wracked with pain, the Tengshe let out a furious, earth-shaking roar.

It erupted with unprecedented strength, struggling violently. The pink silk ribbons of Flora the Immortal Maiden, being only of Middle Grade Immortal Rank quality, were the first to give way, snapping into several pieces.

Next, the six Prayer Beads of the Old Monk shattered one by one. Neither the Primordial Grasping Hand of Eldrin Chen nor the Chains of Zenyu the Prison-Keeper could contain the beast any longer, and it broke free from their restraints.

"Disaster!"

The expressions of the group shifted. Seizing the moment, Eldrin Chen and Zenyu the Prison-Keeper acted almost simultaneously.

Zenyu the Prison-Keeper summoned a long spear, driving it with immense force through the Tengshe's body at the very spot where its scales had been torn away.

Eldrin Chen's Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss followed closely behind, flying into the Tengshe's body through the wound. A cataclysmic surge of Pure Yang Separated Flame Sword Qi [a sword energy imbued with the purifying, separating power of the pure yang flame] erupted and ran rampant within.

"Rooooaaar—!"

With the Immortal Sword [a sword of immense power wielded by immortals] embedded in its flesh, the Tengshe let out a tortured, twisting shriek. It began to writhe and roll uncontrollably across the sky in agony.

Yet, within its corporeal form, the overwhelming Sword Qi [the sharp, condensed energy projected from a sword] and searing flames continued to spread unceasingly, ultimately converging upon the vital point at the seventh segment of its spine.

"Crack!"

A final, piercing shriek echoed as the sword strike indeed pierced the Tengshe's heart. The beast let out one last anguished howl before crashing heavily to the ground, all signs of life extinguished. This chapter is provided by AUDIO-NOVEL.COM. Support the original.

Witnessing the Tengshe's demise, Sylas Ye, the Immortal approached with a smile. "This Tengshe was no weaker than a cultivator at the Ninth Level of Ascension to Immortality [the peak stage just below the Immortal Realm]. For you, my esteemed brother, to slay it with a single sword strike is truly admirable," he said.

Eldrin Chen's brow furrowed slightly. He felt, with an indistinct unease, that Sylas Ye, the Immortal had drawn a little too close. Unobtrusively, he retreated half a step. "This victory was not mine alone. Everyone contributed significantly," he replied.

"Had it not been for Fellow Daoist Canda [a respectful title for a fellow cultivator] inflicting those grievous wounds, I fear I would not have found the opening to deliver the final blow."

"That is indeed the case."

Sylas Ye, the Immortal turned his gaze toward Canda the Daoist and spoke with exceptional courtesy, "For this battle, Fellow Daoist Canda [a respectful title for a cultivator of the Dao] should be credited with the foremost merit."

Yet, Canda the Daoist wore an expression of wild joy. Staring at the two Immortal Root [a root of immense spiritual power, foundational for crafting supreme elixirs or treasures], he declared, "Since I am credited with the foremost merit, then let us swiftly gather the treasures and grant this old man a larger share."

"Boom—"

At that very moment, the void above trembled violently.

The group looked up to see one golden and one azure luminous pearl soar into the sky before hurtling down toward them with terrifying force.

"Beware! It is the Yin-Yang Dual Pole Pearl!"

Sylas Ye, the Immortal cried out in alarm, recognizing the origin of these artifacts.

A jolt of dread shot through everyone's hearts. These Yin-Yang Dual Pole Pearl were the twin Lifebound Immortal Treasure [a treasure forged with and bound to a cultivator's very life essence, growing in power with them] once wielded by the late Yin-Yang Ancient Ancestor.

Both of these Immortal Treasure [a treasure of immortal-grade power, surpassing ordinary magical artifacts] were Supreme Grade Immortal Treasure [the pinnacle rank of immortal treasures]. Moreover, much like Eldrin Chen's Heavenly Separated Twin Swords, they were a paired set of peerless supreme treasures.

It could be said these artifacts were the ultimate objective of their expedition. No one had anticipated they would suddenly launch an attack against them.

Facing the assault of two Supreme Grade Immortal Treasure [the highest class of enchanted artifacts], none dared to be negligent. Each unleashed their most formidable techniques to intercept the onslaught.

"Agh—!"

Yet, at that very moment, a piercing shriek of agony erupted from Canda the Daoist.

Eldrin Chen whirled around to see Sylas Ye, the Immortal had suddenly turned traitor. Both the Heavenly Saber [a divine blade] and the Immortal Sword [a celestial sword] flashed out simultaneously, piercing deep into Canda the Daoist's physical form.

"Sylas, why...?"

Canda the Daoist wore an expression of utter disbelief. He could not fathom that after hundreds of thousands of years of camaraderie, Sylas Ye, the Immortal would choose this moment to betray myself.

But regret was a luxury he would never know. The Heavenly Saber and Immortal Sword crossed with a deafening *shriek* of metal, cleaving Canda the Daoist asunder amidst the void.

"BOOM—!"

In that same breath, as the group weathered the assault from the two supreme treasures, their gazes snapped towards Sylas Ye, the Immortal. With utmost wariness, they retreated several paces.

Before a word could be uttered, a resonant hum vibrated through the void. From beneath the Yin-Yang Dual Pole Pearl [a treasure embodying the opposing forces of Yin and Yang], a figure haloed in swirling light of darkness and radiance stepped forth through the air. The newcomer had hair white as crane feathers and a youthful countenance, an elder whose very bearing spoke of immortal grace and profound wisdom. With a serene smile, he regarded the assembly and began to chant:

"Bearing Yin and Yang, embracing the Grand Void; contemplating life and death, the Dao returns to One."

"In life, a tyrant among Immortals; in death, a hero among ghosts."

"This old man is Botai Xu, once known by the Daoist title Yin-Yang Ancient Ancestor. Greetings, young friends."

"The Yin-Yang Ancient Ancestor!"

Gazing at the figure before them, the group was struck with terror, their faces revealing profound shock.

The Yin-Yang Ancient Ancestor had perished a million years ago. How could he suddenly be resurrected? Yet, aside from the Yin-Yang Ancient Ancestor, who else could command the Yin-Yang Dual Pole Pearl with such effortless mastery?

Eldrin Chen scrutinized the figure closely, his pupils contracting repeatedly, a flicker of suspicion and alarm passing through his eyes.

"A Ghost Cultivator [a cultivator who has chosen to continue their path of cultivation as a spectral entity after death]."

It seemed Zenyu the Prison-Keeper had also discerned the truth, drawing a sharp breath before speaking. For more chapters, visit https://audio-novel.com for the complete novel.