Chapter 1047: Final Ultimate Move

Jiang Fan was quite familiar with this. It was Spacetime Dust, a divine item sought after by those in the Transformation God Realm who were experiencing the Five Signs of Decay. It could resist the erosion of time, extending one's lifespan by sixty years. Indeed, this item could rescue the rotting body before him.

The Head of Sanqing Mountain spoke, his face contorted with grief and venom: "Jiang Fan! The Spacetime Dust I spent my entire life seeking, now wasted in your hands! I swear, I will kill every one of your relatives, leaving not even a chicken or a dog alive!"

The preciousness of this item went without saying. He had kept it for his own use after going mad; it was his life-saving charm. Now, he was forced to use it. It was not hard to imagine the depth of hatred in his heart.

Jiang Fan's body swayed slightly, a bitter expression on his face. He had even brought out his killing weapon, but who knew the Head of Sanqing Mountain possessed Spacetime Dust! He could only watch helplessly as the Head of Sanqing Mountain swallowed the Spacetime Dust. The rotting body immediately stopped its further decay, and a faint, lingering aura of death was expelled from his body. Under the powerful effects of various life-restoring spiritual pills within him, his decaying flesh rapidly regenerated.

But he hated Jiang Fan too much. Unable to wait for his body to fully reform, he clutched the black cauldron and charged, unleashing a monstrous, venomous roar: "I'll destroy you!"

Jiang Fan took out the Sky-Monitoring Mirror to block the attack. Boom! This furious strike was far more powerful than the palm delivered by the Grand Yin Sect Master to his back. Its immense power far exceeded Jiang Fan's endurance. Although the Sky-Monitoring Mirror dispersed seventy percent of the force, the remaining power still shattered his body and nearly pulverized his internal organs.

"Go to hell!" Jiang Fan's gaze suddenly turned sharp, revealing a hint of madness: "You too!" A cluster of emerald-green flames condensed in his palm, and he gripped the Head of Sanqing Mountain's arm. The Nether Ghost Flame rapidly spread.

The Head of Sanqing Mountain was startled, and he snarled, "This kind of flame isn't enough to kill me!" He gritted his teeth and directly severed his own arm, saving himself from the threat of the Nether Ghost Flame consuming his entire body. Even the Grand Yin Sect Master only showed apprehension towards the Nether Ghost Flame, not outright fear. This indicated that cultivators at the Seven-Aperture Nascent Soul level had some means to escape this flame. Moreover, grand sect masters like the Head of Sanqing Mountain possessed an endless array of methods and even more ways to counter such attacks. He had effortlessly avoided it this time.

The Head of Sanqing Mountain chuckled sinisterly: "Hmph, your killing move, delivered even at the cost of your life, didn't work. Aren't you disappointed?"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Fan smiled: "Who told you the killing move was the Nether Ghost Flame?" The Head of Sanqing Mountain's sinister grin faltered slightly, and he quickly sensed something was wrong. His body felt very hot—no, it was starting to burn. It was as if a tiny spark was rapidly spreading within his body.

Soon, an intense pain erupted in his chest. He looked down. His insides glowed crimson, as red as a branding iron. Immediately after, a large hole was melted through his chest, and pieces of his internal organs, burned into molten lava, tumbled out. Finally, his entire body began to collapse, like a wooden house consumed by fire. Crimson lava flowed from his seven apertures. The hands that tightly gripped the black cauldron were also melted away, and the black cauldron fell with a clatter.

He staggered backward, spewing flames from his mouth, and roared in agony: "What did you do... what did you do?"

Jiang Fan struggled to support his body, then raised a hand and beckoned. A tiny green spark, no bigger than a sesame seed, flew back from the Head of Sanqing Mountain's abdomen and merged into Jiang Fan's body. Such power naturally came from the Essence of Fire. Though small, it contained boundless flames. As long as it could be implanted into an enemy's body, death was certain. He gazed at the collapsing Head of Sanqing Mountain and said coldly: "I told you, you'd be staying too!"

At this moment, a remnant soul flew out from the corpse. Jiang Fan was already prepared: "Soul-Imprisoning Chains!" However, just as he cast it, the black cauldron suddenly shot up, engulfed the Head of Sanqing Mountain's soul, and swiftly vanished into the void. A chillingly venomous roar echoed: "You killed the Head of Sanqing Mountain! All of you in the Heavenly Secret Pavilion must die!!!"

The Heavenly Secret Pavilion Master and others' expressions turned grim. In the end, their efforts had fallen short. Once the Head of Sanqing Mountain's soul returned, it would surely cause an immense uproar. The consequence would be Sanqing Mountain sending out its entire force. It was even possible that some awakened Eight-Aperture Nascent Soul cultivators would emerge from seclusion.

Jiang Fan scoffed: "You won't get that chance!" He affixed the Spirit-Concealing Talisman, then retrieved the Void Fishing Rod while invisible. As a result, the Void Fishing Rod was also invisible, and no one could see what Jiang Fan was doing. Jiang Fan closed his eyes, and with a thought, cast out the rod. Previously, after testing it by fishing for Hua Wuying, he knew that as long as the target didn't escape beyond five hundred li, he could reel them back in. As he focused his thoughts on the black cauldron, the fishhook crossed the void.

When his hand felt a tug, Jiang Fan abruptly yanked. The black cauldron that had vanished into the void, along with the Head of Sanqing Mountain inside it, was pulled back. The Head of Sanqing Mountain's soul, with its ferocious expression, was stunned. Before he could understand what was happening, a chilling voice that made his soul tremble reached his ears.

"Welcome back, Head of Sanqing Mountain! Soul-Imprisoning Chains!"

The Head of Sanqing Mountain was utterly terrified and cried out: "No!!!" The next moment, his soul was entangled by countless chains and then confined within the Nether Soul Crystal. As for the black cauldron, Jiang Fan tucked it into the Heavenly Thunder Stone along with the Void Fishing Rod. He then quickly removed the Spirit-Concealing Talisman. Having used it twice in quick succession, the Spirit-Concealing Talisman was largely depleted, with only a little bit remaining for temporary use. This talisman was originally meant to evade enemies in the Transformation God Realm; using it on Nascent Soul enemies was, admittedly, a huge waste. However, it had gained him a mysterious black cauldron. It was hard to say whether it was a loss or a gain.

The little Qilin flew over, clutching Xuan Xing True Master's large black saber. This saber specialized in soul-slaying and was a formidable spirit artifact. Jiang Fan accepted it as well.

Then, he looked at the three corpses. The corpses of the Head of Sanqing Mountain and Xuan Ye, along with their spatial storage artifacts, had been burned to ashes. Only Xuan Xing's body remained relatively intact. Thinking of this, Jiang Fan walked over, drew his purple sword, and chopped off its head. Such a complete corpse, if taken by someone for possession and rebirth, would ultimately be a hidden danger. Next, he removed the spatial storage artifact and casually tucked it into his sleeve. He would find an opportunity to properly examine Xuan Xing again to see if he could open it. A storage ring belonging to a Six-Aperture Nascent Soul cultivator certainly wouldn't be lacking in good items.

Finally, he looked at the Death-Hook Brush in his hand. All the ink on it was gone; it could no longer write the character for "death." He couldn't help but feel regret. This brush had helped him greatly on numerous occasions, but it would be difficult to use again in the future. He wondered where he could find that red ink.

Putting away the Death-Hook Brush, Jiang Fan, enduring the pain in his body, smiled and looked at everyone. "The crisis is temporarily resolved. However, we need to make long-term plans for what comes next." After all, while the Head of Sanqing Mountain and the two powerful cultivators were dead, the behemoth that was Sanqing Mountain still existed. They still needed to carefully consider how to contend with them.

Who knew, just at this moment, an incredibly cold voice came, without any warning. "You won't live to see that 'later'!" Jiang Fan's hair stood on end. A strong sense of alarm made his heart pound violently!