Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

Chapter 563 The Flying Crane Master Dies! Ten Thousand Souls Emerge!

Old Monster Chi finally realized this.

It's impossible for someone in the early stages of Core Formation to have such a strong sense of consciousness, such control over spiritual power, and even less so to withstand such a full-force attack from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator for so long and still be able to handle it with ease.

"Who exactly are you?" Old Monster Chi shouted sharply, but his attacks did not stop at all.

He activated the Blood River Sect's secret technique, causing his blood energy to surge, and a blood-red dharma image ten feet tall appeared behind him.

This dharma image was entirely crimson, with an indistinct face, except for a pair of scarlet eyes that stared intently at Chen Fan like two lanterns.

"The one who killed you." Chen Fan responded calmly, and the Black Soul Banner returned to his hand, the million souls on the banner letting out a deafening howl.

The old monster was so angry that he laughed. He clasped his hands together, and the blood-red dharma image behind him raised its giant palm, which slammed down on Chen Fan's head like a small mountain.

The power of this palm strike had surpassed that of a typical late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. The air was compressed and exploded wherever the palm wind passed, the ground cracked inch by inch, and the rubble was swept into the air by the shockwave.

Upon seeing this, Chen Fan immediately held the Black Soul Banner horizontally in front of him, and the black mist on the banner instantly transformed into a huge black shield.

The crimson giant hand slammed onto the black shield, producing a deafening roar.

The black shield trembled violently and cracked in several places, but it did not shatter.

The ground beneath Chen Fan's feet could not withstand the immense force, and he and the banner were sent flying backward.

Just then, a white figure suddenly rushed out from the side and stood between Chen Fan and Old Monster Chi.

Master Feihe.

The patriarch of Shangyun Sect rode on the back of a white crane, his whisk unleashing thousands of silver threads that entangled the Crimson Monster.

He glanced back at Chen Fan, a faint smile on his aged face. There was no fear in his cloudy old eyes, only a sense of relief that came from seeing through the ways of the world.

"Fellow Daoist Chen Mu, this old Daoist is here to help you."

Chen Fan's pupils contracted slightly; he wanted to speak to stop them, but it was too late.

Old Monster Chi snorted coldly, and his blood-red avatar swept out with its other giant hand.

The silver threads of Master Feihe's whisk were as fragile as a spider web before the blood-red giant hand, breaking inch by inch.

The palm struck Flying Crane Master squarely in the chest, shattering his protective aura. He was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a pile of rocks dozens of feet away. Blood gushed from his mouth, and his chest caved in.

The white crane let out a mournful cry, then turned into a beam of white light and vanished into the void.

"Fellow Daoist Feihe!" Jin Jian Zhenren exclaimed in shock, trying to break free to save him, but was held back by two Leizhou sword cultivators.

The next second, Chen Fan landed beside Master Feihe, placed his hand on his back, and transferred a stream of pure spiritual energy into his body.

However, as soon as the spiritual energy entered his body, his brows furrowed.

All that could be seen was that the Flying Crane Master's internal organs had been shattered by that palm strike, and his dantian had been cracked with several irreparable fissures. His nascent soul was dim and lifeless, like a candle flickering in the wind.

This kind of injury is beyond saving, even by a miracle.

Master Feihe seemed to have known all along that his time was coming to an end. He struggled to raise his hand and grab Chen Fan's sleeve.

Those cloudy old eyes suddenly became clear, staring intently at Chen Fan. His lips moved a few times before he managed to squeeze out a sentence in fits and starts.

"I'm entrusting the Shangyun Sect to you, fellow Daoist..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his withered hand fell limply to the ground, making a soft sound as it struck the gravel.

Master Feihe had his eyes open, a faint smile still lingering on his lips, as if he were merely asleep.

But those eyes could no longer reflect any light.

Chen Fan remained silent for a moment.

He reached out and gently closed Master Feihe's eyes.

Then he stood up, turned around, and faced the blood-red Dharma image that was ten feet tall in mid-air.

It should be noted that Master Feihe did not have a deep relationship with him. He had only been in the Shangyun Sect for a few months and had exchanged no more than ten words with him.

Chen Fan usually only regarded Shangyun Sect as a foothold and a stepping stone, and never truly regarded himself as a disciple of Shangyun Sect.

Although Master Feihe could have stood by and watched, and knew that he was hiding his cultivation, he still followed him all the way from Desolate Continent City to Ten Thousand Demon Valley, and has been with him ever since.

Now, she even sacrificed her life to shield him from that blow.

Before he died, the old Taoist priest did not ask for anything for himself, but simply entrusted the Shangyun Sect to him.

It seemed that in Feihe Shangren's mind, Chen Mu had always been a member of Shangyun Sect.

Cultivators of immortality believe in cause and effect.

He cultivated the concept of cause and effect, and understood even more that everything in this world is subject to cause and effect cycles.

The cause was that Master Feihe took a blow for him, and the effect was that he owed Shangyun Sect a favor.

If you owe something, you must repay it.

Chen Fan raised his head and looked at the arrogant and domineering Old Monster Chi in mid-air. The calmness in his eyes faded, replaced by an icy coldness.

Chen Fan stopped suppressing his cultivation.

The aura at the early stage of Core Formation rises like a tide, followed by the middle stage, the late stage, and the Great Perfection stage.

The true cultivation level of the late Nascent Soul stage was still firmly hidden by the golden bowl, but even with the outward appearance of the Great Perfection of the Core Formation stage, the pressure emanating from the black soul banner of the late Nascent Soul stage was enough to make everyone present take notice.

Old Monster Chi laughed, his laughter filled with contempt and disdain: "Perfected Core Formation? I thought you were hiding some incredible trump card, but it turns out you were just suppressing your cultivation. Merely Perfected Core Formation, even if you're a genius, you're nothing more than a slightly larger ant in my eyes. Killing you won't take more than ten moves."

Chen Fan ignored his taunts and simply raised the Black Soul Banner slowly.

The millions of souls on the banner seemed to sense their master's killing intent, and they all let out earth-shattering howls. The black mist surged like boiling water, and a chilling aura enveloped the entire battlefield.

Chen Fan raised the Black Soul Banner high!

At that moment, the millions of souls on the banner simultaneously ceased their wailing, and the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

The next moment, he bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the banner, his hands forming hand seals, and he uttered a low shout.

"Soul Sea".

The Black Soul Banner trembled violently, and the black mist on its surface poured out like a flood bursting its banks.

Upon closer inspection, it was not wisps or clumps of black mist, but a real, vast ocean!

A million souls transformed into a black wave, sweeping outwards from Chen Fan in all directions.

Countless distorted soul faces appeared and disappeared in the waves, each face howling silently. The chilling aura was so thick that it almost solidified, and wherever it passed, a layer of black frost formed on the ground. Ancient trees withered and decayed instantly, and even the air was frozen into fine ice crystals.

The contempt on Old Monster Chi's face froze instantly.

He had lived for over a thousand years and had seen Soul Dao cultivators wield Soul Banners and witnessed the spectacular sight of hundreds of thousands of souls emerging simultaneously, but he had never seen anyone wield Soul Banners to such an extent.

The transformation of millions of souls into a sea of ​​souls is not the normal use of the Soul Banner. It is a method of forcibly fusing the souls within the Soul Banner into one, and then using divine sense to guide them into a true offensive divine power.

He had never even heard of such a method, let alone seen it.