Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World Chapter 1145 596: Mortal Crisis (2)

"Indeed, this is the legacy left behind by the Holy Road Master; there are bound to be incredible treasures here. Everyone, keep your eyes peeled!" a disciple called out. The group scattered across the Immortal Mountain, each chasing their own destiny.

Gu Sheng sprinted desperately through the terrain of the Immortal Mountain, yet no matter the distance he covered, Wang Feng trailed him relentlessly, impossible to shake off.

This situation was unsustainable; his Spiritual Power reserves were dwindling rapidly, and it was only a matter of time before Wang Feng closed the distance.

Clenching his teeth, he resolved to stop running and face Wang Feng in a life-or-death confrontation.

Whirling around abruptly, Gu Sheng unleashed his most potent aura, his dark robes whipping fiercely in the wind.

With a thunderous cry, he launched a strike at Wang Feng—a blow saturated with every ounce of his remaining Spiritual Power, its raw impact causing the very air to vibrate and hum.

Wang Feng watched the fist hurtle toward him, his expression entirely detached.

Standing unmoved, he let Gu Sheng’s strike pass straight through his frame.

For a fleeting second, Gu Sheng believed his attack had landed.

Horror dawned on him, however, when he realized Wang Feng’s physical form was merely a diversion.

At that precise moment, a vicious and overpowering force surged toward Gu Sheng.

The source of this Soul Power was none other than the dreaded Old Monster Luo He, who had been lurking within Wang Feng all along.

Old Monster Luo He was a notorious figure throughout the Immortal Realm, renowned for possessing a level of Soul Power that few cultivators could match, even in their prime.

Fixating on the youthful Gu Sheng, he intended to execute the wretched practice of Body Seizing.

Sensing the overwhelming onslaught of Soul Power, Gu Sheng was struck by terror.

He frantically mobilized his own Soul Power in a desperate attempt to fortify his defenses.

Yet, against the sheer, terrifying weight of Luo He’s pressure, Gu Sheng’s barriers shattered in an instant.

"No! How is this power so overwhelming?" Gu Sheng screamed internally, though his mental plea felt utterly insignificant against the crushing force of Luo He’s majesty.

His frame began to tremble uncontrollably, every pore on his skin straining under the immense burden.

Outside the Immortal Mountain, Kunpeng Taoist waited with idle patience.

He detected an anomaly and quickly discerned that Gu Sheng’s Soul Power was being subjected to unprecedented suppression.

"Hmph, it seems that wretched Old Monster Luo He is stirring up trouble once more. That entity hiding in Wang Feng likely craves Gu Sheng’s frame to facilitate Body Seizing."

Kunpeng Taoist sneered, "The agony Gu Sheng experiences during the seizure is far crueler than a swift end; it is precisely what he deserves."

Back inside, Luo He intensified his efforts, pouring his full power into the occupation of Gu Sheng.

His Soul Power billowed uncontrollably, rocking the foundations of the entire Immortal Mountain.

The observers gathered outside the Immortal Temple—including Kunpeng Taoist, the Refining Dragon Saintess, and Murong Qingcheng—visibly recoiled at the wave of terrifying Soul Power fluctuations.

They stood rooted outside the temple, their gazes locked on the shrouded depths of the mountain.

During the process of Body Seizing, Luo He was thrilled to discover that Gu Sheng possessed the legendary Heavenly Saint Body.

"Haha, I never imagined this boy would be a bearer of the Heavenly Saint Body! Once I inhabit this vessel, I can surpass my former peak—perhaps even attain immortality!" Luo He was ecstatic, his efforts to finalize the possession becoming even more frantic.

Deep within the mountain, Gu Sheng endured excruciating torture. His body seized in tremors, and his tortured features were a sight of pure agony.

His breathing grew thin and labored, his every twitch appearing increasingly hollow and weak.

Standing outside, the onlookers felt the malicious, painful aura emanating from within, their own bodies shivering involuntarily.

Kunpeng Taoist and Murong Qingcheng watched the suffering without pity, as if witnessing a deserved retribution.

Eventually, the cacophony ceased, and total silence returned to the area.

Kunpeng Taoist concluded that Gu Sheng had perished.

Yet Murong Qingcheng was overwhelmed by a vague sense of loss, as if something vital had been torn from her.

"With Gu Sheng dead, I can return to the Holy Land with the news," the Refining Dragon Saintess thought, a smirk playing on her lips.

Kunpeng Taoist surveyed his surroundings and cautioned the group, "Since Gu Sheng is gone, we should vacate this place immediately. Death Valley is the most treacherous forbidden zone in the Holy Road; that Old Monster Luo He could manifest at any moment.

We must leave at once, lest our futures be cast into doubt." With that, he turned and began his departure.

The Refining Dragon Saintess nodded eagerly, trailing closely behind Kunpeng Taoist.

Murong Qingcheng regained her composure, cast one final glance at the cryptic Immortal Temple, and while she hesitated, she ultimately turned and departed as well.

Perhaps spooked by Luo He’s display of power in Death Valley, the various horrors that haunted the region had inexplicably retreated.

The group’s exit was remarkably smooth, and to their surprise, they met no resistance.

Witnessing their departure and noting the calm conditions, the others from the Holy Land packed their belongings and evacuated the eerie territory.

Just as the party reached the boundary of Death Valley, a sudden, violent shift occurred. An unfamiliar and transcendent wave of Soul Power erupted from the Temple’s direction.

Hysterical wails echoed out, radiating a madness that was felt by all who remained.

Kunpeng Taoist and Murong Qingcheng froze in shock, recognizing that the voice did not belong to Gu Sheng or Wang Feng, but was distinctly that of Old Monster Luo He.

That Soul Power, unparalleled in its intensity, morphed into divine chains, hurtling toward the Immortal Temple with an aura of total annihilation.

As the divine chains struck, the Immortal Temple shuddered violently, and the surrounding mist surged into a frenzy, obscuring the sky in the blink of an eye.

Old Monster Luo He’s final, resentful roar faded into nothingness, and his Soul Power dissolved entirely.

The life essence of Gu Sheng, previously perceived as extinguished, flickered back to existence and began to mend.

Kunpeng Taoist refused to accept the turn of events; ignoring the risk, he rushed back, projecting his awareness toward the temple.

Upon scanning the area, he confirmed the presence of Gu Sheng’s distinct spiritual signature.

Beside him, Murong Qingcheng stumbled and collapsed to the ground, staring toward the temple in utter disarray.

Deep down, Kunpeng Taoist felt certain that the Holy Road Master had intervened to shelter Gu Sheng and obliterate the vile Old Monster Luo He.

His mind was a storm of frustration; he had been certain of Gu Sheng’s demise, only for the situation to be completely overturned.

The Refining Dragon Saintess sighed with annoyance, remarking, "We should depart; lingering here is useless. When the Qiankun Venerate King awakens, he can come himself to finish off Gu Sheng."

At the mention of the "Qiankun Venerate King," Kunpeng Taoist’s deflated posture suddenly regained its rigidity.

Brimming with renewed conviction, he strode away.

Murong Qingcheng cast one last glowering look at the Temple, bit her lip, and followed the others.

Back in the depths of the mountain, Gu Sheng lay on the cold ground, his breathing barely audible. His life force was slowly returning, though it remained agonizingly fragile.

He had just navigated the most harrowing brush with death he had ever faced.

Luo He’s Soul Power had been oppressive enough to shatter his mental defenses and initiate the body-snatching process with ease.

What had granted him salvation was the mysterious, unfathomable Taiji Hunyuan Heavenly Book.

More specifically, it was the enigmatic woman slumbering within the Longevity Realm.

Long ago, the mysterious woman had bestowed upon him five Immortal Groups and three black mists of Dao Light.

One Immortal Group had reconstructed his physique, gifting him the Heavenly Saint Body—the pinnacle of the Purple Spirit Realm.

Moments earlier, one of the Dao Light black mists had manifested as a surge of overwhelming Soul Power, incinerating Luo He’s consciousness upon contact.

Gu Sheng had survived by the skin of his teeth, though the cost of that survival was steep.

Gu Sheng stayed on the ground, falling into a deep slumber as the days turned.

Above the mountain, the ancient figure in the Daoist robes appeared at intervals, chanting profound techniques that resonated through the void.