After speaking, the Transcendent Realist pulled Chen Changsheng to the front of the blood pool.

"Changsheng, out of everyone in the Shangqing Temple, you are the one I value the most."

"Do you know why I picked you out from the crowd at first glance?"

"Because I sensed a quality in you that even I don't possess, and that is serenity."

"You lack the busyness of mortals and the obsession of cultivators."

"It's as if everything in this world is just fleeting clouds in your life."

"Cultivators pursue the Dao for longevity, but even a Divine Transformation stage cultivator who has lived for a thousand years doesn't have your aura."

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"The fact proves that I wasn't wrong about you."

"Now the opportunity is right in front of you. If we join forces, we can go further than anyone else."

Faced with the Transcendent Realist's invitation, Chen Changsheng silently took a step back.

Seeing this, the Transcendent Realist frowned and said, "What, do you also think this power is ominous?"

"You can rest assured about this; I've researched this matter thoroughly."

"Directly absorbing the power does indeed bring some trouble, but filtering it through the bloodline eliminates this issue."

"The eighteen races guarding the bronze ancient hall are the best tools for filtering this power."

"That fool Wanyan Aguduo has been using her daughter's body to filter this power, thinking that it would be fine."

"But she doesn't know that an impure bloodline can't filter it cleanly, otherwise, she wouldn't have been countered by me."

Listening to the Transcendent Realist's confident speech, Chen Changsheng shook his head and said.

"Master Ancestor, I'm not worried about whether this power is safe; I never even considered it."

"My only purpose in coming to the Nightmoon Kingdom is to bring back the bodies of my Master and Senior Brothers."

Upon hearing this, the previously excited Transcendent Realist returned to his cold demeanor.

"You are still the same as before, but you should know, those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me perish."

"Of course, I know, but I ask Master Ancestor to let me finish collecting my Master's body before taking action, for the sake of our past relationship."

Hearing this, the Transcendent Realist's expression turned extremely unpleasant.

But faced with this outstanding disciple, he still showed a hint of patience.

"Swish!"

With a wave of the Transcendent Realist's hand, seven corpses appeared neatly in front of Chen Changsheng.

The restriction in the Primordial Spirit Master's body was also removed, turning him back into a corpse.

Looking at the familiar faces he once spent days and nights with, Chen Changsheng took out eleven coffins and began to enshroud them.

Primordial Spirit Master, Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother...

After helping his former companions, Chen Changsheng began to enshroud the Wolf King.

He wiped away the bloodstains, changed into new burial clothes, and since the heart that had been dug out couldn't be found, he simply carved one out of wood.

Including Hu Zhan and Lin Hu, the eleven coffins were just enough.

"Funeral Escort, an interesting title."

"But why did you only dig three graves? Do you think you can take them away alive?"

Faced with the Transcendent Realist's doubt, Chen Changsheng smiled and said.

"Master Ancestor, don't laugh at me, but before I joined the sect, I sold coffins."

"Due to some accidental circumstances, I ended up with such a muddled title."

"But as a professional in this field, I'm very precise about the quantity."

"Today, only eleven coffins are needed, so I won't take out more."

"Oh?"

"What gives you such confidence?"

Hearing this, Chen Changsheng grinned and said, "Master Ancestor, have you heard of the Immortal Lord of a Hundred Defeats?"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Changsheng directly threw out a stone coffin.

As the stone coffin sensed the aura of the blood pool, it immediately emitted a dazzling light.

A majestic figure emerged from the stone coffin.

"Fiend, you dare show yourself!"

With that, a massive fist flew straight at the Transcendent Realist.

In this situation, the Transcendent Realist threw the little white wolf in his hand to block for a moment.

But how could the punch of the Immortal Lord of a Hundred Defeats be so easily blocked?

The shadow of the fist passed through the little white wolf and struck heavily on the Transcendent Realist.

"Poof!"

The Transcendent Realist, at the peak of Divine Transformation, was sent flying with a single punch.

After repelling the Transcendent Realist, the shadow of the Immortal Lord of a Hundred Defeats did not pursue further.

Instead, it summoned the bronze ancient hall from a distance and slammed it down on the blood pool.

"No!"

Seeing this, the Transcendent Realist shouted and flew to the bottom of the bronze ancient hall, trying to stop its descent.

"Boom!"

A hidden cave exploded violently, and a bald figure spewed blood as he flew out.

This person was none other than Master Ikkyu, who suppressed the source of the ominous.

"Clang!"

A dark force struck the bronze ancient hall, causing its rapid descent to halt momentarily.

"Ikkyu, what are you waiting for?"

Chen Changsheng picked up the little white wolf, whose life and death were unknown, and shouted at the heavily injured Ikkyu.

He was only at the Golden Elixir Realm, and without Ikkyu's help, he couldn't leave the Nightmoon Kingdom.

Although the shadow of the Immortal Lord of a Hundred Defeats was strong, it was ultimately rootless water, and it was uncertain if it could withstand the ominous power.

So the most urgent thing now was to escape as far as possible.

Hearing Chen Changsheng's call, Ikkyu didn't have time to think and directly burned his essence blood to perform a Buddhist Sect divine ability.

Seeing Chen Changsheng about to escape, the Transcendent Realist gnashed his teeth in anger.

But the bronze ancient hall above his head rendered him immobile.

Countless scriptures swirled around Chen Changsheng and Ikkyu, and their figures gradually became illusory.

"Master Ancestor, I sell coffins, and one day, I will come to give you a funeral!"

Chen Changsheng's voice echoed in the Forbidden Zone, striking hard at the heart of the Transcendent Realist.

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A thousand miles away.

"Poof!"

Ikkyu spat out a mouthful of golden blood and fell to the ground.

But Chen Changsheng seemed oblivious to Ikkyu's injuries, urging him repeatedly.

"Don't just lie there, get up and keep running!"

Faced with this old friend from a hundred years ago, Ikkyu almost fainted from exasperation.

"Ancestor!"

"I just used a secret technique from the Heavenly Buddha Temple, which not only consumes essence blood but also ten years of lifespan each time."

"We've already escaped a thousand miles; can't you let me catch my breath?"

"I'm just a small Elemental Infant Realm cultivator, not a Divine Transformation expert."

Hearing Ikkyu's complaints, Chen Changsheng anxiously watched the direction of the capital.

"Using it once only shortens your life by ten years. Wanyan Aguduo, at the peak of Divine Transformation, didn't survive even one move against the Transcendent Realist."

"When he comes, you won't just lose ten years; you'll lose your life."

Upon hearing this, Ikkyu sprang up from the ground and once again performed the life-consuming secret technique of the Heavenly Buddha Temple.

"Swish!"

Chen Changsheng and Ikkyu's figures disappeared once more.

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