Chapter 1612

A Drop of Yellow Spring

Puchi!

The white-haired old man spat out a mouthful of blood as his entire body trembled. He wanted to stand up, but due to his heavy injuries and the effect of the Dream of Eternity, he no longer had the strength to fight.

"Hehe, old fart, you've been hit by the Dream of Eternity and now you've even received my full strength attack. Even if your cultivation has reached the Profound Glimpse Saint Realm, you're already an arrow at the end of its flight. You're not my opponent at all."

The black-clothed man laughed nastily as he took a step forward. His speed was as fast as lightning as he charged towards the white-haired old man.

"No!

Grandfather! "

Xiao Yu's face was filled with tears as she clenched her fists tightly. However, due to the knockout incense, she couldn't move at all. She could only watch as the black-clothed man got closer and closer to the white-haired old man.

At this moment, Xiao Yu hated herself for being weak more and more. If she had powerful strength, she wouldn't have been hit by the Dream of Eternity and wouldn't be like this, where she could only watch her grandfather fight in front of her while she was powerless to do anything.

The white-haired old man barely propped himself up. The veins on his face bulged as beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead. It was as if he was enduring unbearable pain.

However, he soon discovered that there was someone else in the room. Furthermore, this person wasn't affected by the Dream of Eternity and had fainted. Instead, he was full of energy.

The white-haired old man stared at Zhuowen, who had stood up from the bed, in astonishment and couldn't help but exclaim, "Guest, it's you?"

However, the white-haired old man soon saw another figure in the room. This figure's entire body was covered in golden veins that overflowed with golden light. It was like the sun, extremely blazing and dazzling.

Moreover, this figure's appearance was exactly the same as Zhuowen, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Without a doubt, this golden figure was probably this person's External Incarnation.

Moreover, what made the white-haired old man even more astonished was that this guest who had stayed in a few days ago wasn't affected by the Dream of Eternity at all.

Zhuowen waved his sleeve and kept his External Incarnation into the Azure Dragon Hall. However, his gaze was extremely gloomy.

Earlier, he was meditating, and he had set up a powerful restriction around the room, so he was fully immersed in his cultivation and did not deliberately sense the outside world.

Yet now, the battle between the white-haired old man and the black-robed man had directly broken through his seals, rousing him from his cultivation state. His clones had been completely exposed as well. This had crossed his bottom line.

Although Zhuowen appeared to be rather calm on the surface, his heart was erupting with fury like a volcano.

"Hehe, Nine Suns Heavenly Venerate's remnants, die!

Once I'm done with you, I'll bring back that little girl with the bloodline of the Nine Suns Heavenly Monarch. That'll be a great merit! "

At this moment, the black-clothed man's speed was as fast as lightning. He instantly swept into Zhuowen's room. Although he had also noticed Zhuowen who had stood up, the black-clothed man's speed was as fast as lightning.

Although the black-clothed man was rather surprised that this person had not been affected by the Dream of an Eternity, the aura on Zhuowen's body was not strong, so he did not pay too much attention to it.

Once he was done with the white-haired old man, he would deal with this guy who didn't know what was good for him.

At this thought, the black-clothed man's speed increased. His right hand was like a poisonous snake as it cut through the void and turned into a knife-hand. Instantly, a sharp and terrifying knife-qi erupted from his knife-hand, intending to completely bury the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man's expression changed slightly. He clenched his right hand and was about to use a desperate move when a slender figure slowly walked in front of him.

"Dear guest, you …" The white-haired old man was rather stunned.

The black-clothed man also saw the young man in front of the white-haired old man. His gaze was extremely dark as he coldly said, "Ungrateful fellow, you actually dare to stop me from killing someone. You are simply courting death. Fine, I'll kill you first and take that old man's life later."

Whoosh!

The black-clothed man's momentum did not diminish. His knife-hand instantly swept over, aiming at Zhuowen's heart and violently drilling into it.

However, when the knife-hand was just a few inches away from Zhuowen's heart, the black-clothed man was stunned to find that his knife-hand could no longer move forward. This was because Zhuowen's right hand had reached out and firmly grasped his own right hand.

This hand was like an iron hoop that firmly grasped his right hand, making it impossible for him to move even if he wanted to.

"What?

Let go of me! "

The black-clothed man roared loudly as the Saint Energy in his body gushed out. This black-clothed man's Saint Energy contained the Law of Wind. Gusts of wind roared and formed a cyclone that directly attacked Zhuowen.

Unfortunately, the moment the black-clothed man's Saint Energy gushed out, it was violently twisted by Zhuowen. The Saint Energy that swept out was immediately annihilated by the intense pain.

Kacha!

Zhuowen showed no mercy. With a rip of his right hand, a majestic Saint Energy that was like a mountain crushed down. Suddenly, the black-clothed man's right hand was directly torn off. Blood spurted out like a torrential rain, splattering all over the sky.

"Ah!"

The black-clothed man cried out in agony as he retreated, trying to escape from this place.

However, Zhuowen's speed was much faster than him. His right hand reached out and grabbed the black-clothed man's neck from behind. With a violent swing, the black-clothed man was ruthlessly thrown onto the ground like a piece of trash.

Boom!

The black-clothed man was directly embedded into the ground tens of meters deep. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. The meridians in his body were all ruptured by Zhuowen's Saint Energy, leaving him with only a single breath left.

All of this happened in an instant. Before the white-haired old man and Xiao Yu could even react, the black-clothed man who was full of vigor was beaten by Zhuowen to the point that he could not even fight back.

"This …"

The white-haired old man's body trembled as he looked at Zhuowen's back. His eyes were filled with fear and dread.

The black-clothed man's cultivation was similar to his, at the Glimpse Profound Saint Realm. Even if the white-haired old man was not hit by the Eternal Dream, he might not be able to defeat the black-clothed man.

However, this guest who had just moved in not long ago was able to beat the black-clothed man to the brink of death in just a few breaths of time. What kind of strength did he need to achieve this?

Moreover, the white-haired old man could not help but think of the External Incarnation that he had seen in the room earlier that was covered with golden veins.

He could feel that the strange External Incarnation gave him a sense of crisis that was even more terrifying than the young man in front of him.

At this moment, the zombie-faced young man in front of him seemed rather mysterious in the eyes of the white-haired old man.

"So strong!"

Through the gap in the room, Xiao Yu had also seen the battle just now. After she came back to her senses, her beautiful eyes glowed as she stared at Zhuo Wen's back.

"Sir, this subordinate is useless. I was hit by the sleeping incense!"

At this moment, Long Tian staggered out of the room. His footsteps were weak, his body was weak, and his face was filled with shame.

"It's okay. The sleeping incense's effect has a certain limit. Go back and rest well. The effects of the medicine should be gone by tomorrow."

Zhuowen said as he took a step forward. With a suction force from his right hand, the black-clothed man embedded more than ten meters deep in the ground was suddenly pulled out by him.

"Who sent you?

Why did you disturb my cultivation? "Zhuowen said coldly.

The mask on the black-clothed man's face had already fallen off. He stared at Zhuowen in front of him and repeatedly shook his head. "Sir, please spare my life. This subordinate's target was not you. This subordinate's target was the old man and the girl."

"The one who disturbed your cultivation was that old man. He was the one who broke into your room and disturbed your peace."

At this moment, the black-clothed man was complaining incessantly. If he knew that such a fiend was staying in the Peace Inn, he would not have dared to enter the inn alone.

In fact, the black-clothed man couldn't be blamed. The Peace Inn was the cheapest inn in the Blood Jade County. The cultivators who stayed there were mostly at the bottom of the Blood Jade County. It was impossible for there to be any powerful cultivators.

This was also the reason why the black-clothed man was so fearless and came to the Peace Inn alone to test Xiao Yu's strength.

If he knew that there was such a strong expert like Zhuowen in the Peace Inn, he would rather die than come here alone.

"Bullshit, if it wasn't for you, would I have disturbed this Sir?" The white-haired old man's expression changed slightly and he could not help but angrily shout.

Zhuowen's expression did not change as he coldly stared at the black-clothed man. A burst of murderous intent burst out, causing the black-clothed man's hair to stand on end.

The black-clothed man was silent for a moment before he said in a deep voice, "Sir, let me live and I will tell you the purpose of my visit."

"You are not qualified to bargain in front of me!"

Zhuowen's eyes revealed an impatient expression as he stretched out his right hand. Suddenly, a huge Yellow Spring shadow gushed out from the void behind him.

The Yellow Spring shadow instantly engulfed the black-clothed man. The black-clothed man's body trembled and twitched continuously. In the end, his body shriveled up and turned into a shriveled corpse.

The Yellow Spring shadow swept over and disappeared into the void. On Zhuowen's palm, there was a drop of yellow liquid floating.

This drop of liquid contained a dense Death Intent. Within this Death Intent, it was as if life and death were alternating in this drop of liquid, forming a balance as if it was a reincarnation cycle.

Legend has it that the Yellow Spring was a river in the depths of the Nether World. The Yellow Spring could cross one's life and death. It contained the truth of reincarnation. There was a different kind of balance between life and death.

Controlling the Yellow Spring meant that one could live or die. In between life and death, one could become the supreme ruler.

Just now, Zhuowen used the Yellow Spring shadow from the Slaughtering Finger of Yellow Spring to kill the black-clothed man. He used the black-clothed man's energy to form this drop of Yellow Spring.

"So that's how it is. By using the Slaughtering Finger of Yellow Spring to kill people, one can refine them into the Yellow Spring. If one has committed grave sins, does it mean that one can obtain more Yellow Spring Droplets?" Zhuowen licked his lips as his eyes revealed a hint of excitement.

He finally knew why the Slaughtering Finger of Yellow Spring had such a low threshold as an Immortal Art. The purpose of this Immortal Art was to let you kill and cultivate more Yellow Spring Droplets.

If a Yellow Spring was formed in the end, the power of this Immortal Art would probably shock the entire world.

Of course, this path was naturally filled with uncertainty. After all, killing a person only allowed one drop of Yellow Spring to be formed. To form a huge Yellow Spring, how many lives would it take?