All Chapters of Journey of the Immortal’s Cultivation : Chapter 141
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141. Wu Tian Against the Undead Cultivator (Part VII)
BUUARRR…!!! The city of Chang’an convulsed beneath the thunderous detonations, the ground trembling as if the heavens themselves were collapsing. Towers crumbled, walls split apart, and the once-beautiful city was drowned in smoke and ruin. The air reeked of scorched stone and ash, the cries of destruction echoing through the empty streets. The clash of the two mighty dragons had torn the world apart. Their collision of power forced both Wu Tian and the Undead Cultivator back into their human forms, stripped of their dragon essences. The Immortal Imperial Dragon and the Death Dragon had exhausted themselves, their energies shattered by the overwhelming impact. For now, neither could summon their dragon bodies again. The backlash left Wu Tian weakened. His chest burned with pain, each breath a struggle. His limbs were numb, his body refusing to move, pinned down by the weight of the battle’s aftermath. He closed his eyes briefly, drawing upon the faint threads of qi to soothe the
142. Wu Tian Against the Undead Cultivator (Part VIII)
Immortal Wu Tian finally faced the agonizing choice: to annihilate the Undead Cultivator who clung stubbornly to the path of darkness. “Immortal Flame of Heaven!” With a thunderous cry, Wu Tian summoned his ultimate technique. His body ignited—scarlet fire blazing across his chest, while a cold sapphire flame roared behind him. The dual inferno wrapped him in a terrifying aura, a living conflagration that split the air with heat and light. He shot upward, soaring into the heavens, his figure vanishing into the endless vault of blue. “Hahaha! So you flee, Wu Tian?” The Undead Cultivator’s mocking laughter echoed across the battlefield, sharp and cruel. It was not unreasonable for him to jeer. Wu Tian’s form had disappeared entirely, swallowed by the sky as though the heavens themselves had devoured him. Time stretched on, and still no trace of the Immortal King returned. “Is that all you can do? Pathetic! I thought you were my greatest adversary, but you’re nothing more than
143. Wu Tian Against the Undead Cultivator (Part IX)
The heavens roared, splitting into a canopy of blackened clouds that churned with thunder and spat jagged bolts of lightning. In the blink of an eye, Immortal Wu Tian seized the Darkness Undead King and carried him into the Immortal Realm he had conjured, determined to prevent Chang An from being torn apart by the devastation their battle would unleash.“What is happening?” the Undead King demanded, his voice echoing with suspicion. “Where have you dragged me, Wu Tian?”“We fight here, in the Immortal Realm!” Wu Tian’s voice rang like steel striking stone. “If we clash in the mortal world, the destruction will be unbearable!”The Undead King narrowed his eyes, his tone sharp with disbelief. “How is it possible for you to create such a strange domain?”Wu Tian remembered the chaos of their last encounter, when Chang An had been left in ruins. He had learned from that disaster. Now, his Immortal Realm mirrored a city already shattered, its streets swept away by storms of his own making.
144. Wu Tian Against the Undead Cultivator (Part X)
“You destroyed my Black Phoenix so easily?” The Undead’s voice trembled with disbelief, his eyes wide as though the impossible had unfolded before him. He could scarcely comprehend the overwhelming force Wu Tian had unleashed. “It wasn’t my hand that shattered it,” Wu Tian replied, his tone calm yet edged with truth. “It was your own hunger for dominion. That desire consumed your creation, and now your prized Phoenix lies in ruins.” “I will never forgive you, Immortal!” the Undead roared, fury burning in his chest like molten iron. “I gave you a chance,” Wu Tian answered, his voice steady, carrying the weight of inevitability. “That chance is gone.” “I have no need for your mercy!” Suddenly, the body of the Darkness Undead convulsed violently, as if wracked by unseen tremors. Black smoke coiled around him, thick and suffocating, rising from the aftermath of the Phoenix’s explosion. The haze clung to his skin, reshaping him, transforming his very essence. From the smoke eme
145. Wu Tian Against the Undead Cultivator (Part XI)
BLAAASSST! Without hesitation, the Undead unleashed the Pure Cultivation Palm, a torrent of crimson light that blazed forward, tearing through the air toward Wu Tian. The beam shimmered with a sinister brilliance, its speed so overwhelming that Wu Tian had only a heartbeat to react. The immortal warrior’s breath caught in his chest as the world around him seemed to narrow into that single streak of red. The air vibrated with its passage, humming like a thousand blades slicing through the wind. The scent of scorched earth rose as the energy brushed against the ground, leaving trails of molten stone. Wu Tian’s pulse thundered in his ears, and his palms tingled with the raw urgency of survival. “Palm of Immortality!” he cried, his voice echoing across the immortal realm like a vow carved into eternity. From his hand erupted a colossal palm of radiant blue light, vast and shimmering, its edges glowing like the horizon at dawn. The Immortal Palm surged forward, colliding with the c
146. The City of Hu Nan
BLAAASSST! Wu Tian pressed onward, his steps carrying him back toward the city of Hu Nan. His heart was heavy with worry for his family and companions, especially his uncle Wu Cao. Though Wu Cao’s behavior had seemed strange before Wu Tian left the city, the warmth of his uncle’s affection lingered in Wu Tian’s memory, a bond that could not be erased. “May Uncle Cao be safe,” he whispered, his voice trembling with hope. The city of Hu Nan had remained untouched by the devastation that swept across Chang’an, where barbarian hordes and Undead cultivators had ravaged the land. For years, the Han kingdom had been battered by these forces, yet Hu Nan stood unscathed, as though shielded by an unseen hand. Wu Tian’s eyes narrowed as he approached the city gates. The streets were intact, the walls unbroken, and the air carried no scent of ash or ruin. It was a stark contrast to the villages he had passed along the way, where rubble and smoke testified to the destruction. His mind chur
Arc 2. The Martial Genius
BUUUM! A deafening explosion tore through the heavens, its force born from the uncontrollable surge of golden qi released by the Martial Genius Seal. The blast consumed everything in its path, obliterating the grand halls of the Divine Sword Sect. The once-proud fortress crumbled into dust, its towers collapsing in a storm of fire and ash. Patriarch Jiang Li was caught in the maelstrom, his body shattered by the boundless energy that surged like a wrathful god. The devastation spread outward, swallowing the city of Han Zo. In an instant, its streets, homes, and temples were reduced to nothing but drifting particles, a grim testament to the merciless power of the Destroyer God—an ancient force that had once annihilated entire worlds. The air was thick with the acrid stench of burning stone and charred wood, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. The sky glowed with a sickly golden hue, as though the sun itself had been consumed by the fury of the blast. Through the chaos, Yuey
1. Kun Lun Mountains
The first rays of morning sunlight spilled across Wu Tian’s face, warming his skin and pulling him from slumber atop the cool ridges of the Kun Lun Mountains in the realm of Nirvana Bodhisattva. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine needles and damp earth, while the distant calls of birds echoed through the valleys. Mist clung to the peaks, drifting like veils across the jagged cliffs, and the silence of dawn was broken only by the whisper of the wind. “Am I still dreaming? Why can’t I remember who I truly am?” Wu Tian wondered, his thoughts clouded with uncertainty. “You’re awake, Wu Tian? I’ve prepared breakfast for you!” Trexis the dragon called out, his voice resonant and warm. Wu Tian’s eyes widened as the aroma of roasted meat reached him, rich and savory, mingling with the smoky scent of fire. “You hunted this yourself, Trexis?” he asked, astonished, his stomach tightening with hunger. “I used dragon fire to roast it,” Trexis explained proudly. “Surprisingly, I
2. Frozen Lava Lake
“Do you want to fly there, or should we travel by land?” Trexis asked, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. Wu Tian’s eyes narrowed as he considered. The morning air was heavy with the scent of ash drifting from the volcano nearby, and the ground trembled faintly beneath his feet. “We’ll go by land. If you fly, others might see you, Trexis. Besides, we may find other fairy dragons along the way. And Yueyin… if she was cast into this world too, we must search for her.” Trexis nodded, his scales shimmering as he shifted back into his fairy dragon form, smaller now, perched lightly on Wu Tian’s shoulder. “You’re right. We’ll search as we go.” Wu Tian’s gaze turned toward the horizon, where the sky glowed faintly red from the volcano’s fury. “Tell me, Trexis… how will the ancient fairy dragon receive us if we approach without permission?” Trexis’s eyes gleamed with caution. “You already know the answer, Wu Tian. Do not draw too close unless you wish to become its prey.” Wu T
3. Angel of Death
“How about I carry you across, Wu Tian?” Trexis asked, his voice heavy with worry, the heat of the volcanic air shimmering around his scaled form. Wu Tian shook his head, his eyes fixed on the fiery cavern ahead. “No. It would be pointless to come all this way if the ancient fairy dragon rejects me.” Trexis’s wings twitched uneasily. “You still believe the Angel of Death dwells within this volcano’s cave?” Wu Tian’s voice was steady, though his heart raced. “I am certain it watches me now, testing the sincerity of my resolve. I only hope my struggle will not be in vain.” Trexis growled softly, the sound echoing like rolling thunder. “Then hurry. The mountain grows restless.” BUUUM! The volcano erupted with a deafening roar, the ground trembling violently. The frozen lava lake beneath Wu Tian cracked, fissures spreading like glowing veins of fire. The air filled with the acrid stench of sulfur, choking and hot. “Danger! Hold on, Wu Tian—I’m coming!” Trexis shouted, his wi