Longevity Chronicles

"This realm, devoid of protection from forbidden techniques, riddled with holes, will soon see our return to vengeance, my brother," Tao Qian declared as the words fell from his lips, while the dried corpse of Zhong Ziyang was drawn away.

The lamp flame flickered and finally extinguished, leaving only a wisp of blue smoke drifting upward.

Within the Evil Lake, a massive vortex suddenly appeared, sucking down numerous evil spirits along with Zhong Ziyang.

As the secret pathway of the bloodline had been severed and blocked by Tao Qian using the Human Dao treasure "Yu Ding," Ying Qingdi had no choice but to leave using another secret technique.

The flesh and blood Evil Lake accompanying his Yellow Robe Taoist Body was merely a projection of the real Evil Lake within the Yellow Heaven Secret Realm.

By casting a spell and causing resonance, he successfully returned to the Outer Realm.

Although it was a pity that his conspiracy to destroy the grand cause failed, to have slain the Ancestor Dragon Bloodline and captured a pure-blooded descendant was not too great a failure for the "Outer Realm Yellow Robe."

Yet this scene greatly enraged the members of Ancestor Dragon Society.

"Junior Brother!"

Seeing that the corpse of Zhong Ziyang was being taken away, possibly to be crafted by the Evil God, Mei Su of the Taishang Dao nearly went mad.

He wielded the "Taiji Demon-suppressing Immortal Sword" and charged forward, attempting to retrieve his junior brother's dried Taoist Body and also to fulfill his junior's last wish by slaying Ying Qingdi.

Regrettably, the Evil Lake had already resonated with the true Evil Lake within the Yellow Heaven Secret Realm.

Though Mei Su's mana was powerful, he could not break through.

Fangcun Golden Ape, Sun Xiaosheng, also attempted to intervene but was likewise repelled by the evil light.

Both of them were denied entry, and other cultivators were naturally powerless.

The only exception might be Tao Qian, who could potentially have great hope with Yu Ding under the auspice of Human Dao Fortune.

Regrettably, Tao Qian was still refining the last of the Rainbow Bone Relics.

It pained one to see such innovative efforts tainted with regrettable flaws.

Amid the vortex of Evil Lake, the corpse of Zhong Ziyang, his eyes gradually dimming,

seemed to experience a returning light, witnessing many familiar figures.

Each one of them was a revolutionary comrade from the past.

Each one had been his and Ying Qingdi's intimate partner.

Each one had died amid Ying Qingdi's prayers.

Now, as the dead returned to life, they rushed towards him, shrieking and howling with ferocious faces, all demanding his life.

If it were the intact Zhong Ziyang, whose mental state was perfect, such a sight would not disturb him.

Yet now, he was instantly filled with shame and his face streamed with tears.

A ranking talent of the Daoist sect, once his Dao heart was damaged, his grief became overwhelming, indistinguishable from that of any mortal.

It was at this moment that Zhong Ziyang's dim eyes suddenly reflected a figure he hated intensely yet recognized intimately.

Ying Qingdi!

Unlike the counterpart in the outside world, the Ying Qingdi he now saw was robed in profound black, dignified and solemn, unmatched in demeanor, his eyes, which seemed capable of encompassing the entire world, filled with compassion for all people.

In a daze, Zhong Ziyang came to a realization: this was the true Ying Qingdi, who, to avoid implicating the Ancestor Dragon Society and to preserve the revolutionary cause and the safety of the New Moon People, had chosen to end himself using the Prajna Blade with Asura Skill, severing his own bloodline.

It was this person who now reached out towards Zhong Ziyang.

That oh-so-familiar voice, as if heard for the first time, entered Zhong Ziyang's ears.

"Brother Ziyang, in these corrupt times when demons devour men, I harbor a wish to save the nation and the world, would you join me?"

"Willing!"

Almost instinctively, Zhong Ziyang replied.

As the words fell, their hands clasped tightly.

The dying Zhong Ziyang's eyes suddenly flared with one last Divine Light.

That wisp of blue smoke ignited from bottom to top, transforming into a tiny but extraordinarily resilient flame, leaping back into the Life Returning Lamp.

With a "swoosh," Zhong Ziyang abruptly leapt from the vortex.

His emaciated, skeletal arms grabbed Ying Qingdi's legs, climbing upward and swiftly entwining him.

The latter froze, his expressionless eyes reflecting a laughing dried corpse's face.

In that originally empty skeletal hand, now appeared an object.

A section of pitch-black human leg bone, filled with a solemn aura!

From that bone, fine strands of golden light surged, unexpectedly forming a mysterious and ancient Exotic Skill of unknown origin.

In his final moments, Zhong Ziyang let out a hoarse laugh:

"Let this teach you, you bastard spawn of an Evil God!"

"The one who seeks your life is I, Zhong Ziyang, alongside Ying Qingdi, a spell passed down by the Ancestor Dragon—'Ancestor God Corpse Dissolving Ascension Spell.'"

"What is borrowed must be returned; no one can avoid the cost."

"This body and life of yours, borrowed from the Ancestor Dragon Bloodline, should rightfully be returned to the Ancestor Dragon. Now, depart."

Before his words concluded, a soft "pff" was heard.

That inexplicably sharp human shin bone, held by the corpse, forcibly pierced through Ying Qingdi's skull.

An incredibly startling burst of golden and dark light erupted simultaneously.

A very unusual scene of Corpse Dissolving Ascension occurred suddenly.