The Cold Centipede's four Primordial Spirits each fled in different directions, moving as fast as lightning and in an instant had reached a thousand miles away.

One escaped towards the northeast, barely reaching the edge of the basin when suddenly, a ten-thousand-zhang red light burst forth in front, like a curtain hanging down from the heavens, connecting to the sky above and encircling the plains below, surging straight towards it.

Following the red light, a beautiful young man dressed in golden and jade Daoist robes appeared, holding a copper fan in his right hand, and loudly said, "Demon, where do you think you're going?"

The Cold Centipede, relying on her mana of more than forty thousand years, ordinarily didn't consider the cultivators' Flying Sword Magical Treasures as a threat. She transformed into a streak of green light and charged fiercely, only to collide with the sky-reaching red light. She thought she could break through it, but not knowing that the light was essentially wind, the contact immediately caused it to twist and contract, enveloping the Cold Centipede within, forming a piercing wind mass. The dense wind strands, like a billion sharp blades, shredded her Primordial Spirit, cutting it a thousand times over.

The Cold Centipede let out a sky-piercing screech, still trying to exert her Mysterious Skill and forcibly break through. Jin Xunu fanned with the Taiyin Qingning Fan more than a dozen times, then raised the Heavenly Heart Ring.

The Heavenly Heart Treasure Ring transformed into a heart-shaped ring of light, blue on the outside and white on the inside, flying to encapsulate the Cold Centipede. The Cold Centipede, already being torn apart by the divine wind of the Qingning Fan, was powerless to struggle. With a flash of light, she was sucked into it.

Another Primordial Spirit of the Cold Centipede fled toward the northwest, where Deng Bagu intercepted with the Snow Soul Pearl. This treasure, formed from the essence of billions of years of ice and snow, cooled and steeled the entire world upon its release and was accompanied by a blinding white light and cold wave surging directly towards it.

The Cold Centipede spewed green Dan Qi to resist the cold wave—her unparalleled mana allowed her to push back the six strands of frigid air with dense green mist.

Just as she thought the opponent was nothing special and was about to break through the blockade, suddenly numerous five-colored light rings appeared out of thin air—some as small as teacup rims, others larger than a zhang in diameter, like soap bubbles blown up under the sunlight on the snowfield, with dazzling colorful glimmers spurting all around.

At first, she didn't realize the power of the Lianshan treasure, the Xuan Guang Ruler. Only when she saw within these light rings shadows flickering and each held a shell-less snail with six heads, nine bodies, and forty-eight feet did her heart startle, recognizing that even in her green-robed woman form, these light rings reflected her true Primordial Spirit. Sensing danger, she wanted to transform and escape quickly.

However, by that time, the Xuan Guang Ruler had already captured her Primordial Spirit from afar. As Deng Bagu projected her True Yuan, casting and powering the Magical Treasure, thousands of light rings simultaneously contracted, tightening inward. Each ring held a silhouette of the Cold Centipede, being forcefully compressed—with some of the smaller rings instantly squashing it to the size of a bean.

As the silhouettes compressed, so did the Cold Centipede's original form, rapidly shrinking to the size of a thumb.

She let out an enraged shriek, emitting Dan Qi with green mist swirling around, using her tens of thousands of years of Dao Level to forcibly expand.

"Snap!" At least half of the light rings shattered!

Deng Bagu held a gesture with her left hand, channeling all her centuries of cultivated True Yuan into the treasure ruler. The ruler birthed countless new light rings. Before the Cold Centipede could shatter the remaining ones, new rings overlapped and captured her divided Primordial Spirit. During the second contraction and compression, Deng Bagu covered it with the Snow Soul Pearl. The blinding cold light froze each ring's Cold Centipede, immediately fixing it in place as if it were painted.

"Swift!" With a breath of Essence Energy, Deng Bagu produced five more dazzling light rings to emerge, enveloping and tightening around the sluggish Cold Centipede from head to toe, together with the millions of other sizes, all retracted back into the Xuan Guang Ruler. Deng Bagu retrieved her treasure and flew towards the central region of the basin to meet with her fellow fellow disciples.

The Cold Centipede's third Primordial Spirit fled southeast, and waiting there was Yuan Hua, who unleashed the Heaven and Earth Quiet Circle.

This Treasure was also known as the Three Talents Clearing Circle, comprising three rings with ancient characters inscribed on them—one called Heavenly Phenomenon, one called Earth Spirit, and the other called Material God. This item was originally an Ancient Treasure, brought to Heaven by an ancient deity and later brought down by a Fallen Immortal. It was said to be from a Heavenly Talisman, but in reality, it was an Ancient Treasure.

The Heavenly Phenomenon Circle, when activated, released a circle of cyan light, projecting myriad cyan rays to generate wind, clouds, lightning, and thunder. The Earth Spirit Circle shone a circle of golden light, spurting infinite golden stars that manifested as a storm and the Five Escapes.

The Material God Circle was the most mystical, symbolizing man among the Three Talents, evolving into forms of dragons, tigers, phoenixes, and prominent beings from the Ancient Times. Vaguely visible were figures like Wa Huang, the Heavenly Emperor, You Chao, and others, with their heads reaching the Heavenly Dao and feet planted in the Earth Dao. Within their dominion, they commanded the world...

All three circles ascended simultaneously, beginning with a reflection of cyan light filling the sky and golden stars falling like rain. The Cold Centipede, oblivious to their power, wanted to force her way through, but upon colliding with the storm, only then did she feel the bad omen. Trying to escape, she was first struck by the Heaven and Earth Circles' might, directly scattering her Primordial Spirit.

She had luckily cultivated for tens of thousands of years and did not perish, still managing to recondense her form. However, she grew terrified, hastily spewing out a vast amount of green Dan Qi, seeking a way out. At that moment, numerous ancient mythical creatures like dragons, tigers, qilins, phoenixes, and peacocks appeared, and the Cold Centipede could no longer withstand it. Her formidable Dan Qi, like chaos in the wind, was swept away and scattered. Following that, the collective images of Ancient Saints appeared, and with one meeting of the three Treasure Circles, her Primordial Spirit was once again shattered.

This time, not waiting for the Cold Centipede to recondense, her spirit and soul were promptly divided by the three circles: her Heavenly Soul entered the Heavenly Phenomenon Circle, her Earth Soul into the Earth Spirit Circle, and her Human Soul into the Material God Circle, with the Three Souls and Seven Spirits dispersed, suppressed, and sealed.

As the wind calmed and the clouds ceased, the three circles reverted to their original form and fell back into his hands. Yuan Hua caught the treasure, his heart overwhelmed with shock. He had only used the Magical Treasure according to the methods pointed out by Shi Feiyang, never anticipating that these three circles would be so ferocious, so terrifying!

He thought, If he were to continue with his past temperament, arrogant and reckless, and one day faced his mentor who turned this treasure against him, the scenario would be—unthinkable!

Meanwhile, the escaping Primordial Spirits collected by those three were transformed from the Cold Centipede's three corpses' spirits, with the most formidable Main Primordial Spirit fleeing toward the Southwest, heading for the tallest Jade Peak.

This Primordial Spirit was the fastest, crossing thousands of miles in an instant to the top of Jade Peak, where there stood an Immortal Pavilion carved out of one massive piece of exquisite jade, several dozen feet tall, with a huge cavern beneath.

Below this cavern was connected to the Earth Axis, intersecting with the Zi Wu Line and the Life and Death Lines, a constant seepage of Taiyin Magnetic True Qi like a giant chimney. This Magnetic True Qi was invisible to the naked eye, but when it surged to the extreme heights of the sky and met with the True Sun Fire, it painted the sky with splendidly colorful auroras.

At this time, the magnetic field was emitting slowly, and the Cold Centipede's Primordial Spirit entered it, rapidly descending.

In fact, traversing the Earth Axis was extremely dangerous. The journey through the core of the Earth itself meant crossing both the Chaos Essence Qi at the heart of the great Earth Core from before the world's creation and Earth Extreme True Fire formed by the descending and frictional compression of the turbid qi after the creation of heaven and earth, along with the incredibly dense Yin Yang Magnetic True Qi—Even an Earth Immortal would have to be extremely cautious and rely on corresponding treasures for safe passage.

The Cold Centipede, having lost her physical body and only left with a Primordial Spirit, would not dare to enter the Earth Axis under normal circumstances. But now, cornered with nowhere to go, she could only rely on her profound mana to force her way through.

She descended swiftly, calculating that she should be able to bypass ten million zhang in the blink of an eye, entering the intersection and divergence of the Zi Wu and Life and Death Lines. However, below was pitch black, as if a trap was waiting for her!

Sensing the familiar danger, the Cold Centipede hastily halted her descent and exhaled a large amount of green poison fog. Indeed, there lay the Yu Ding, agape, waiting below. The green Dan Qi reached it first and was absorbed by the Ding.

Standing guard beside the Ding was Xiong Man. Seeing the Cold Centipede stop in front of the Ding, suspending in mid-air and no longer descending, she became anxious, fearing the creature might get away. After all, a Primordial Spirit's comings and goings hinge merely on a fleeting thought—it could whisk away hundreds of miles instantly. If she were to escape now, Master said, capturing her again would become difficult. Should she flee to Central Earth and unleash a massacre, it would lead to countless living beings meeting their deaths. And having incurred enmity this time, this demon would seek revenge upon each of her disciples through their tribulations!

Given the gravity of the situation, Xiong Man, being the eldest disciple, took on great pressure. Even though Yuan Hua, who joined the sect before her, and later disciples Deng Bagu, and Jin Xunu, all possessed considerably greater mana, and her two younger disciples Lin Han and Shi Sheng had better innate talents, she felt like the weakest among the six core disciples under their mentor. This added immense pressure on Xiong Man; she was diligent and worked hard, never daring to slack off. Today, as she was responsible for operating the Yu Ding at the most critical escape route for the Cold Centipede, she was even more vigilant and determined, resolved to stop the Cold Centipede at all costs, even if it meant sacrificing her own life.

Ready to face death, she mustered her Primordial Qi, forming seals with her hands to activate the Yu Ding. Just as the Cold Centipede hesitated, the wolf's head and elephant's trunk fierce beast atop the Ding Cover sprang to life, shooting out two red beams of light side by side, pinning down the Centipede's Primordial Spirit.

The Cold Centipede flailed like a grasshopper pinned by a needle, struggling and shrieking. Her over forty thousand years of mana was indeed too strong. Xiong Man's cultivation years were short; the Yu Ding could not hold her down. The red light shimmered and bent, turning into two undulating lines, and the Ding Cover shook violently.

In a rush, Xiong Man spouted two mouthfuls of Essence Energy onto the Ding and, not sparing the depletion of her Primordial Qi and life, bit her right finger and repeatedly struck two Blood Handprints on the Ding, steadying the Ding Cover quickly. At the same time, she raised her left hand and cast out the Dragon Sparrow Ring.

The Child-Mother Dragon Sparrow Ring, ranking third among the Lianshan Four Treasures and even preceding the Xuan Guang Ruler, possessed many mysteries despite only being half a ring. Xiong Man had been refining this treasure following the methods advised by Shi Feiyang in these recent days. When she acted, it transformed into two circles of blue and yellow light—plain and unadorned—and looped around the Cold Centipede.

The treasure was specifically powerful against demons and the Primordial Spirits of cultivators, instantly locking down the Cold Centipede's Primordial Spirit.

The Cold Centipede let out a piercing shriek, her body spewing out green Dan Qi, exerting her lifetime's greatest strength to break free of the shackles binding her.

Xiong Man was like grappling with the collar of a fierce tiger with bare hands, standing amidst tumultuous waves, barely able to control the two Magical Treasures. She clenched her teeth and persisted with all her might, contending with the Centipede.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang was standing above the Cold Centipede, quietly observing his disciple handling her. He did not want to miss any opportunity to temper himself or his disciples. Xiong Man, as the main disciple of the Kun Vein, should strive even harder and put forth several times the efforts of the other disciples.

Having waited only the time it takes to finish a meal and Xiong Man reaching her nearly drained end, Shi Feiyang finally made his move, strumming the strings of his instrument.

The Cold Centipede was being suppressed by the two Magical Treasures, the Yu Ding and Dragon Sparrow Ring. Where any other demon would have already been subdued, she only struggled more fiercely. She sensed that the wielder of the treasures was short on mana and limited in Dao Level, barely holding on to this point. She was moments away from collapsing; the demon was moments away from escaping. But then, at that moment, the lethal sound of the zither began to play!

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