NOVEL NEXT Chapter 60: The Immortal Monk King Makes His Move
After a fierce collision and confrontation, the Nirvana Blood of the True Phoenix gradually gained the upper hand, suppressing the dark curse.
Within Wang Heng's body, vibrant little True Phoenixes, their feathers ablaze with magnificent flames, rushed fearlessly towards the dark symbols, bravely detonating upon contact and dragging the curse into mutual destruction, turning to ash.
Yet, in the next moment, the ash trembled, and new radiant flames surged forth, continuously joining the fray.
Meanwhile, the dark curse's power was mysteriously severed by a supreme force, losing its reinforcements and struggling to sustain itself in the grueling battle, being gradually cornered.
As the last wisp remained, it suddenly retaliated, devouring a large quantity of phoenix blood.
This blood, hailed as the Nirvana Phoenix Blood, is among the most precious of the True Phoenix's blood, said to resurrect, transform, purge and replenish, brimming with vast life essence.
For the dark curse, consuming such copious phoenix blood was akin to taking a powerful tonic, instantly revitalizing it and turning the tide against the Nirvana Phoenix Blood.
The True Phoenix, amidst the chaotic glow, remained unswayed, resolutely pointing out another stream of phoenix blood onto the battlefield to suppress the curse.
Perhaps still uneasy, he unleashed yet another burst from his fingertips.
The addition of the two Nirvana True Blood streams reversed the situation once more, forcing the dark curse into a second desperate corner.
Originally, it was thought that this time they could eradicate it. Who would have predicted that the last wisp of the dark curse was more tenacious than imagined? Even the formidable True Phoenix could not extinguish it.
"What a terrifying curse. It's not simple; perhaps it involves some secrets of the dark origin. I shall seal it, and in the future, we can study it together, fellow Daoists," said Qian Kun Immortal King, seeing that the True Phoenix's blood was not enough to vanquish it.
As he spoke, a beast hide bag appeared in his hand. It was none other than his weapon, the Qian Kun Bag.
This ultimate ancient weapon was crafted from the hides of over ten thousand divine beasts combined with numerous chaotic treasures. It represents all creatures and symbolizes all the ways. It is one of the most renowned treasures in the original ancient realms, with boundless power, capable of containing the stars and planets, creating small worlds, and more.
"Boom!"
The Qian Kun Bag unleashed its might, with the power of laws surging like an ocean, locking onto the final, most essential wisp of the dark curse and swallowing it whole.
Layers upon layers of restrictions and seals were applied afterward, making it impossible for even such an extraordinary curse to break free.
After all this, Wang Heng's body finally calmed down.
Having endured the erosion of the dark curse and the struggle between Phoenix blood and the curse, his physical body was already completely battered, not a single part intact. It was withered and lifeless.
The most terrifying part was that all the blood had been drained, leaving only a few drops behind.
If it weren't for the Phoenix Blood of the True Phoenix maintaining those last few drops, Wang Heng's body would have long turned into a dried corpse.
Watching as the curse was lifted, Wang Mian finally let out a sigh of relief.
But immediately, the words of the True Dragon caused his heart to leap once more.
“The darkness has seeped deep into the marrow and reached the source. It cannot be eradicated. This body is likely ruined. It might be better to abandon it and create a new one.”
“This... How could it come to this?” Wang Mian exclaimed, looking helplessly at the Immortal Kings present.
The Golden Daoist, the Immortal Monk King, and others all sighed deeply.
“What True Dragon said is indeed true. The body is preserved, but the essence has been corrupted. This is not an ordinary dark force,” the Golden Daoist lamented.
“Though the original body is important, an original body tainted by darkness may become a hindrance on the path of the Great Dao.
That darkness rooted in the essence is like a venomous snake lying in wait, ready to destroy at any moment,” the Golden Daoist shook his head and said.
"Moreover, this hidden danger will pass down through the bloodline, affecting future generations," added the Immortal Monk King.
At this moment, the True Dragon stepped forward, moving towards Wang Heng’s body.
"I owe Daoist Wang a favor, and I will do everything in my power to eradicate the darkness within this body’s essence," he declared frankly, seeking to repay the Wang Family's Celestial King.
As he spoke, a wisp of bright red appeared in the True Dragon's hand—a drop of an Immortal King's blood, immensely precious, filled with boundless and unfathomable power.
Under everyone's gaze, the True Dragon allowed this droplet of Immortal King blood to merge into Wang Heng’s body.
In an instant, the True Dragon blood intertwined with the Phoenix Nirvana blood, unleashing a burst of unimaginable vitality with its Immortal King-level power.
Wang Mian's eyes widened as he witnessed this astonishing scene. Legendary tales of the harmonious dragon and phoenix exist, but he had never seen it for himself until today.
A True Dragon and a True Phoenix, like the yin and yang poles, traveled through Wang Heng's body, healing its wounds while also searching for traces of darkness. Once discovered, they halted and exerted all their might to obliterate it.
Gradually, Wang Heng's body began to recover; the withered form slowly gained life, transforming from shriveled to vigorous.
By the end, the body was completely restored. Jet-black hair cascaded down naturally, and a delicate face appeared full and flushed with life. It was so lifelike that even the rise and fall of the chest followed a regular rhythm, with breath visibly entering and leaving the nostrils, making the person seem merely asleep.
“We've managed to remove some of the dark traces, but achieving perfection is still an issue. The dark power is on such a high level that it gives off an ominous presence,” the True Dragon remarked with a frown.
“Completely eradicating it will be extremely difficult.
In any case, whether his spirit should return to his mortal form requires careful consideration,” the True Phoenix added in agreement.
The original body has been preserved, and its strength now far exceeds its previous state. Although the dark curse had corroded the flesh, the True Dragon's blood and the Phoenix's nirvana blood worked together to reshape it. This opportunity is truly unimaginable.
Moreover, this body innately holds immense potential, for he is the progeny of an Immortal King. Now, its power defies even greater expectations. However, the cost comes as unremovable dark traces, hidden deep within its very essence.
In fortune, disaster hides; in disaster, fortune lies—such things are hard to explain clearly.
The gathered Immortal Kings turned their focus back to Wang Heng's comatose spirit. Astonishment reflected in each of their eyes.
With fragments of the Peace-Restoring Art, a deteriorating Supreme Soul Seed, and his innate extraordinary spirit merged together, they rendered Wang Heng's spirit incredibly complex and chaotic.
At the moment, Wang Heng is unconscious, having lost awareness. To amalgamate these forces, an external power is necessary to guide them.
The Immortal Monk King, who had been inactive all this time, finally stepped forward. He was enveloped in a gentle Buddha light. His features were handsome, his eyes clear, exuding a sense of returning to simplicity.
“I, a humble monk, am willing to recite the Scripture of Divine Integration, to help merge and unify the soul of Benefactor Wang.”
(End of Chapter)
