Roaring and howling with disbelief, it’d never occurred to the crimson monster that Lu Yun would detonate himself on a whim! The human blew himself up so thoroughly there wasn’t even a shred of a soul fragment left behind in the dust!

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The immortal emperor’s tomb, outside the confines of the Dao Tree.

Wu Tulong, Mo Qitian, and Zi Chen cut sorry figures, trapped as they were inside the world of immortals manifested by Lu Yun’s nascent spirit. However, they were slowly gaining the upper hand by coordinating their efforts. Numerous powerful combat arts sailed out in tandem, battering the image again and again. Soon, it seemed, the nascent spirit art would finally crumble. 

Hum!

Lu Yun’s nascent spirit suddenly contracted on itself and dispelled the world, even as his physical self slowly...