Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1590 - 857: Casting a Curse and Infiltrating the Taihang Sect

Hundreds of miles distant, a streak of green tunneling light hurtled toward the horizon.

Terror twisted Tong Xin’s face as he desperately drained his mana, fleeing in wild panic farther away.

Amid his frantic getaway, his Divine Thought suddenly caught a horrifying sight unfolding in his wake.

Tong Xin’s soul almost fled his body in fright. With grim resolve, he clawed the first demon eye from his brow and smashed it viciously.

In the next instant, a faintly ghostly human-faced owl eagle with transparent wings materialized from thin air, enveloping Tong Xin completely.

The primordial spirit of the human-faced owl eagle burst into searing flames, flickering once to teleport a thousand miles distant.

After two more rapid flickers, Tong Xin had escaped thousands of miles away.

Meanwhile, above the ruined valley, Zhao Sheng had shifted into the Giant Spirit Battle Body, each motion brimming with overwhelming might.

A handful of punches and kicks shattered the long-established Primordial Demon Locking God array of the Heavenly Demon Sect entirely.

A bunch of Divinity Transformation True Monarchs just managed to flee, only to be snatched mid-air and dumped into Zhao Sheng’s grasp.

This time, Zhao Sheng spared the seven or eight surviving Divinity Transformation cultivators from instant death, instead gazing toward Tong Xin’s escape route.

A paltry few thousand miles? How could it slip past his Divine Thought’s reach?

Without chasing, Zhao Sheng simply unleashed his Divine Thought, instantly blanketing a thirty-thousand-mile expanse.

With one thought, Tong Xin—five thousand miles off—felt an overwhelming, nightmarish pressure crash down from above, pinning him motionless.

The very next moment, the panic-stricken Tong Xin morphed into a beam of light, streaking back toward the valley.

Dozens of breaths later, Zhao Sheng—back to normal size—floated coldly in the sky, while a line of horrified, despairing white-robed cultivators knelt amid the debris below.

Right then, Tong Xin plummeted from the heavens, crashing before the cultivators with every bone shattered and blood pooling everywhere.

Zhao Sheng eyed the blood-coughing Tong Xin and spoke evenly, "Tong Xin, you’ve arranged quite the grand welcome for me! I’m truly moved. How about I return the favor by eradicating your entire sect?"

Hearing this, Tong Xin paled in terror, dropping to his knees and kowtowing frantically while begging, "Immortal, spare me. Immortal, spare me! It was all arranged by the Sect Leader; I was just following orders and knew nothing of the Sect Leader’s evil plans. I’m innocent, Immortal—please see the truth and clear my name."

Oh?

Zhao Sheng’s lips twitched into a slight smile as he mocked, "So you’re just a clueless pawn in the dark. Well, who can heal my merciful heart?"

His eyes then swept over the kneeling white-robed cultivators, his tone sharpening abruptly, "Who here is the Sect Leader? Step up and meet your end!"

His words sent shivers through the cultivators, who bowed their heads low, none daring to stir.

Two breaths passed before one finally whispered courageously, "Sect... Sect Leader... is dead—you just crushed him!"

These words sparked a flicker of survival hope among the cultivators.

Zhao Sheng laughed lightly and replied, "Well killed! The dead tell no tales. But with the ringleader gone, accomplices must linger. Who wants to point them out?"

The cultivators seized the chance like a pardon, clamoring to betray one another:

"I’m willing..."

"I know the accomplices..."

"Immortal, I know too—let me name Feng Lu Guang..."

"Screw you! Zong Quezi, you’re the real accomplice trying to fool the Immortal. Immortal, I report this guy and Golden Nine—they’re the culprits!"

"I’ll serve willingly if the Immortal just spares me."

Within moments, the seven or eight Divinity Transformation True Monarchs turned on each other, soon descending into savage fistfights.

Mana sealed, they could only brawl with bare hands, swiftly beating one another into bloody pulps.

Tong Xin huddled aside, staring at the chaotic scene in stunned disbelief.

Soon enough, the two feeblest were beaten to death first, leaving the survivors in critical, battered states.

All this was a desperate show for Zhao Sheng, hoping to earn his favor and cling to life.

After all, even with grievous wounds, Divinity Transformation True Monarchs wouldn’t perish so easily.

Zhao Sheng saw through their pathetic schemes but feigned ignorance.

Had he wanted them dead, they’d be gone already—no need to delay.

Sensing the moment ripe, Zhao Sheng faced Tong Xin and abruptly questioned, "Tong Xin, which of them do you reckon is the accomplice?"

Tong Xin stared blankly, then gave a hopeless, bitter laugh. "Kill us if you must—why toy with us like this?"

"Tong Xin, how dare you insult the Immortal—you deserve to die!"

"Immortal, ignore Tong Xin’s lies. He and the Sect Leader were the masterminds. Kill him first!"

Bam!

The speaker exploded into a bloody smear on the spot.

The rest froze in horror, trembling violently without a word.

Now it dawned on them: the Immortal had no plans to slay Tong Xin, but their lives meant nothing to him.

Zhao Sheng clapped once, then fired Divine Thought queries at each, launching his interrogation.

"Where is this place? What sect do you belong to, and where’s your mountain gate?"

"Immortal, in this realm lies the famed Taiching Spirit Realm..."