The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1125 - 610: Breaking Through the Boundary

Who else couldn’t see at a glance that this Heaven and Earth Power being used still couldn’t take down the Ba Snake God!

Elder Xiu’s face had turned ashen, he had used a full sixty percent of his Life Force, sixty percent!

A few breaths later, the Golden Sand from "Storm" seemed to have expired in effectiveness, retreating from the light wall in front of Changtian, reforming into the gleaming and imposing word "Crucifixion". Everyone stared at the large character, feeling somewhat breathless.

Something seemed off, why did this character reform itself?

With a "whoosh" sound, the golden character disassembled again, this time the fine sand’s direction was straight towards Elder Xiu!

Where this Golden Sand passed, everyone was shocked but avoided it desperately, with none having impaired mobility. Elder Xiu used his movement technique to dash towards the door but was bounced back by an invisible Qi Force, then enveloped by the swirling sand head-on.

Instantly, a heartrending scream came from the sand formation. The Golden Sand surrounded him, rotating at high speed, with every third rotation peeling a layer of skin and flesh off him.

The Ancient Crucifixion itself was meant to cut off the meat inch by inch, focusing first on the limbs, then the torso, and finally beheading. Here, there was no Executioner; the Golden Sand handled all matters instead.

Elder Xiu had achieved cultivation and had abundant Life Force, the surrounding crowd hearing his earth-shattering screams, yet he remained full of energy, clearly not dying soon, afraid his flesh would be completely cut and he still wouldn’t expire, his heart still able to beat, even able to hear and see.

All this merely intensified his suffering, for the one subjected to crucifixion must endure three thousand six hundred cuts before death.

The ground remained spotless, with the skinned flesh and splattered blood being completely absorbed by the Golden Sand.

Changtian stretched out a slender finger to beckon, and it flew into his hand. He seemed to suddenly remember: "Oh, didn’t anyone tell you? Although this has great effect, if the characters written don’t work, they will backfire."

F*cking hell! The elders of the Heavenly Residence acted like they had lost their parents. After receiving this, they indeed tested it on a human and found it effective before paying Ning Xiaoxian. Yet its backlash power couldn’t be detected, except for this freakish Divine Beast, who doesn’t die when stared at?

"Storm" may be a Heaven-given Spiritual Object, but it requires blood every time it’s used, either from the opponent or using the master’s own flesh and blood for nourishment.

Elder Xiu intended to use the most vicious ancient torture against Changtian, so he first had to prepare to endure it himself. Simply put, not making a move might not mean death, but making a move like this is certainly self-inflicted misery.

It seems today that no one here will likely escape unscathed. Taking advantage of no one’s attention, Elder Quan secretly broke the head of a bird-shaped statue hidden under the table in front of him.

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Central City Inner City’s Heavenly Residence front desk.

At this time, Heavenly Residence was deserted, with only two clerks left to handle reception duties.

Ding Da yawned out of boredom.

Today, he heard many major events occurred in Bai Yujing, even causing the auction to be prematurely halted. He was just a lowly cultivated individual, yet he felt a bit thrilled upon hearing the news, thinking perhaps he could go home early tonight.

When he yawned for the third time, a shrill cry suddenly echoed from the counter! The sound was like a night owl, like ghost wails, suddenly exploding amidst the tranquility, truly capable of scaring the timid into wetting their pants!

Ding Da didn’t wet his pants, but he was frozen in shock, until his companion tugged his sleeve, pointing at a small statue on the counter, uncertainly said: "Is that the call of the Cold-calling Bird?"

Cold-calling Bird! Ding Da stared at the statue with its mouth wide open shrieking, shuddered, and suddenly came to his senses.

This was the highest alert from the Heavenly Residence, indicating uncontrollable chaos within Bai Yujing. Once this statue imbued with the Secret Technique of the Cold-calling Bird started to cry, it signified major upheaval in the Mirror World, serious enough that those stationed outside Bai Yujing must immediately close the Little Thousand Mirror! But Ding Da had worked at the Heavenly Residence for over seventy years and had never heard the Cold-calling Bird make a sound, so he was momentarily dazed, unable to recognize it.

"Quickly report it upwards, and find someone to go to the Supervision Bureau for aid!" Ding Da didn’t dare delay, assigning tasks to his companion while he himself grabbed the Cold-calling Bird and sprinted into the back hall. Here stood only that lone copper mirror embedded in the wall.

He placed the Cold-calling Bird on the top of the mirror, where there was a small base, fitting perfectly as they were originally a matching pair of secret treasure. Immediately, the mirror surface deepened inwards forming a vortex, and he astonishingly pried several pieces of purple gemstone from the bronze frame of the mirror!