“Lu Changsheng, Ling Zixiao…”
Xiahou Wuwo gazed at the trio of Lu Changsheng, Ling Zixiao, and Lu Miaoge, his expression somewhat bewildered.
If he had previously thought he was trapped in some illusion formation, blinded in his spirit sense,
then now, with the appearance of Lu Changsheng and the others, he clearly realized that this was not an illusion.
He was in a completely different space!
“Is this… a Cave Heaven Treasure!?”
“That hazy black fog just now, it was someone activating a Cave Heaven Treasure…”
“But a Cave Heaven Treasure could never have such power!”
Xiahou Wuwo had his suspicions but still found it hard to believe, uncertain of the situation.
“Xiahou Wuwo…”
Lu Changsheng, donning a green robe, with handsome features and a calm demeanor, looked towards Xiahou Wuwo, whose complexion was ashen and stiff, his expression filled with terror.
Although he had known before about the power of his family’s formation and Mount Sumeru’s strength,
it was only at this moment that he had a clear realization!
After all, the Xiahou Wuwo in front of him was a False Core Immortal, whose power was incredibly fearsome.
When he had traveled to Jiuxiao Immortal City aboard the Qingyun Sect’s spiritual vessel, he witnessed the pursuit of Qingyun’s true inheritor, Chu Qingyi, by this man, and his battle with Chiyun True Immortal.
Even Chiyun True Immortal, also a False Core, was no match for the current Xiahou Wuwo.
Yet here and now, such a formidable being was effortlessly suppressed by his family’s Great Formation and Mount Sumeru Tree King, reduced to a prisoner at their feet.
However, his attention was immediately drawn to the ‘Dark Demon Corpse’ beside him, imposing as a small hill.
Although this corpse king was suppressed by Mount Sumeru and could not move a muscle,
he could still sense a terrifying aura from it that left souls trembling.
“Xiahou Wuwo, I, Lu, have been waiting for you for quite some time now.”
“Have you thought about how you wish to die?”
Lu Changsheng looked at Xiahou Wuwo, standing with his hands behind his back, his tone serene, speaking lightly.
“Lu Changsheng, who exactly are you?”
The voice of Xiahou Wuwo was hoarse and grating.
Though his mana was completely suppressed and sealed, he could still tell that Lu Miaoge and Ling Zixiao had Foundation Establishment Cultivation levels. 𝘳ÀＮǒ𐌱Ę𝓢
As for Lu Changsheng,
though his cultivation aura was obscured like a mist,
he had gathered some basic understanding of Bi Lake Mountain before coming here.
He knew that Bi Lake Mountain’s master, Lu Changsheng, was at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.
Because he was skilled in Talisman Formation and cultivated with his wife, Lu Miaoge, in some kind of Dual Cultivation Technique, their combined strength was almost comparable to the peak of Foundation Establishment!
But right now, he realized that the Lu Changsheng in front of him was definitely not that simple!
This man held a great secret, inscrutable!
The information he had acquired was merely what Lu Changsheng had let the outside world know.
“If that’s all you have for your last words, then you may go ahead and die.”
Lu Changsheng said softly.
He, as a cultivator of the righteous path, naturally stood in opposition to the Demonic Path!
If there was still a shred of kindness, he would be willing to offer an opportunity for redemption.
But for a Demonic Path Thief like Xiahou Wuwo, who was utterly vile and guilty of grave offenses, there was obviously nothing more to say.
“Abyssal Ghoul Blossom!”
Lu Changsheng called out.
And so,
next to the Fountain of Spirit, an exceedingly beautiful and enchanting dark red flower swayed gently, its bud ready to bloom, exuding a captivating luster.
Accompanying the swaying, roots covered in dark red thorns emerged from the ground, stretching out towards Xiahou Wuwo, tainting the air with a hint of blood.
This gorgeous and enthralling flower was the Abyssal Ghoul Blossom that Lu Changsheng had won from a system lottery.
Uncertain if the Abyssal Ghoul Blossom required a Spirit Vein,
upon learning that the Mount Sumeru Tree King could transplant the Spirit Plants out of the Cave Heaven, Lu Changsheng temporarily planted this Abyssal Ghoul Blossom within the Mount Sumeru Cave Heaven.
After planting it, Lu Changsheng also gained a detailed understanding of this Abyssal Ghoul Blossom.
Indeed, the Abyssal Ghoul Blossom could grow without a Spirit Vein, feeding only on flesh, blood, and souls.
However, this method required a large amount of flesh and souls.
Feeding it with Demon Beasts would be a significant expense.
Therefore, wherever possible, it was still better to plant it atop a Spirit Vein, which would also accelerate its growth.
Beyond that, after planting this Abyssal Ghoul Blossom, Lu Changsheng also understood its abilities in detail.
Its belly harbored a prison that could contain living beings!
This imprisonment couldn’t be applied to beings far stronger than itself, and there was a limit to the number of beings it could hold.
But this cage could refine beings and, through their souls, obtain fragments of their memories.
This was somewhat similar to the ‘Soul Searching Technique’ used in Demonic Path methods.
So now, with Xiahou Wuwo readily arriving at his doorstep, Lu Changsheng naturally wasn’t going to be courteous, choosing instead to feed him to the flower to test out the effectiveness of the Abyssal Ghoul Blossom’s abilities.
“What are you doing… You actually have such Demonic Path methods… Aaah aaah… ”
The roots spreading from the Abyssal Ghoul Blossom pierced into Xiahou Wuwo’s flesh and blood, dragging him in front of the flower bud.
At this moment, the bud no longer appeared beautiful and enticing, but rather eerie and terrifying!
It resembled a gaping abyss, with pistils like tentacles revealing a yearning for flesh; it enveloped and slowly drew him in.
“No!!!”
Xiahou Wuwo could feel a power seeping into his flesh, corrupting his flesh, bones, and mana.
But at this time, his own mana was completely suppressed and sealed by the Mount Sumeru Tree King; he was utterly powerless to resist.
“No… I am not resigned to this…”
“I still have family feuds and clan grievances, must seek revenge against Qingyun Sect, and must restore the glory of the Xiahou family…”
Xiahou Wuwo’s ashen face twisted viciously, his crimson eyes filled with unwillingness, roaring hoarsely.
For his objectives, he had been unscrupulous, even willing to submit to the Demon Race and become a lapdog to demons.
But now, just as he began to glimpse hope, he was inexplicably dying at the hands of a minor Foundation Establishment family.