CHAPTER 951: CHAPTER 89: LIFE SOUL

Blood splattered in the void!

Heads shattered!

Such an injury, for any human race cultivator... is undoubtedly fatal!

But the aura of Lu Yuzhen did not extinguish.

The paperman shell in the Sword Origin River’s annihilation kept shattering, dissipating, but always retained a bit of spiritual light.

"...Huh?"

Zhao Chunyang frowned slightly.

He knew this paperman was carrying the "Undying Spring."

The first strike earlier, Lu Yuzhen could withstand, precisely because of the Undying Spring; after the Sword Origin River touched its target, it had sensed the unusual "abundant vitality" on him. As a former possessor of the Undying Spring, Zhao Chunyang was very familiar with this vitality force.

Therefore, Zhao Chunyang was also aware that possessing the Undying Spring was not "invincible."

How powerful was Mo Zhen Venerable back then? In the end, didn’t he also die?

So just now, that punch...

He increased the force.

Even if Lu Yuzhen had the Undying Spring, he should have perished on the spot.

"Swoosh..."

The spilled blood began to flow backward.

The head, shattered into dozens of pieces, was slowly piecing back together.

Zhao Chunyang retracted his fist, watching this "miracle" happen, and he vaguely understood the reason.

A few breaths later, Lu Yuzhen restored his human form in the void.

Though not dead,

his aura was considerably weakened.

The whole person looked as if he had suffered a severe illness, his complexion pale, eyes hollow.

"Interesting."

Zhao Chunyang stared at the person in front of him, his gaze seemingly penetrating the soul, reaching deep into the heart.

He looked for a long time, then spoke.

Only said three words.

"Daoist Brush."

These three words contained no question.

It was a simple statement... or rather, a revelation.

"...Yes."

Lu Yuzhen grinned, not denying it.

Head shattered.

Not to mention human cultivators, most demon cultivators, couldn’t withstand such an injury.

But he was an exception.

Because he... was not a "human" at all.

Lu Yuzhen was not a demon either.

The Paperman Sect’s mountain gate only housed transformed treasures... for a simple reason, Lu Yuzhen, who founded the Paperman Sect, was himself a treasure.

Ordinary treasures, Zhao Chunyang could destroy with a flick of the finger.

Even "spiritual treasures," or "supreme treasures" tempered by the Yang God.

For Zhao Chunyang, they were still easily shattered objects.

But the "Daoist Brush," a Supreme Taoist Treasure passed down over a millennium, was different... The Bai Ze Great Saint who once refined this treasure had transcended the "Heavenly Human Realm" and possibly reached the True Immortal Realm. One person attains the Dao, and all ascend; the Daoist Brush’s grade had already surpassed worldly understanding.

Bai Ze once carried the Daoist Brush into the Great Calamity War.

Ultimately, Bai Ze perished, his Dao disappearing.

But... this Supreme Treasure remained.

This was Lu Yuzhen’s greatest "confidence," his flesh body and the Daoist Brush were almost one.

To kill him, one needed the power to destroy this "Supreme Taoist Treasure."

"..."

After a moment of silence.

Zhao Chunyang swung his fist again, this time his third punch was stronger than any before.

The Sword Origin River roared down.

"???"

Lu Yuzhen’s pupils contracted, looking at that fist radiating golden light, the world before him seemed to collapse in this moment.

A strong premonition of death spread across Heart Lake!

With a boom!

His head shattered once more, "Undying Spring" combined with "Daoist Brush," this fatal injury began to heal swiftly, but before the blood could reverse, Zhao Chunyang delivered a fourth punch, the force of the punch surging, void shattering, Lu Yuzhen’s "flesh body" was disassembled in the Sword Origin River, countless Sword Qi Path converged to annihilate Lu Yuzhen at this instant—

Zhao Chunyang’s expression did not change, in his view, the matter remained straightforward.

Since Lu Yuzhen’s true form is the Daoist Brush.

Then...

Simply destroy the Daoist Brush!

Bang bang bang!

The sound of explosions continuously reverberated!

"Ah..."

The Paperman let out a grieving wail, knowing he wasn’t a match for Zhao Chunyang, so ever since he came to this world over a decade ago, he always acted low-key, constantly avoiding encounters with this Zhao...

But some things must be done.

This meeting today was unavoidable.

He thought with the protection of his two trump cards, Zhao Chunyang, who hadn’t yet ascended to the "Heavenly Human," couldn’t truly kill him.

But at this moment he knew he was wrong.

Zhao Chunyang punched again and again within the Sword Origin River!

The phantom form of the "Daoist Brush" constantly trembled, wailing!

Under the bombardment of this "half-step Heavenly Human Realm" Sword Palace Master, the Supreme Taoist Treasure surviving the millennia-old Great Calamity showed cracks.

Followed by the second! The third!

The Daoist Brush could hardly withstand the crushing pressure.

For the first time, Lu Yuzhen couldn’t "laugh it off"; he stared in shock at the Sword Origin River almost engulfing him, the old man in the Lotus Robe still punching, his momentum ever increasing, terrifying to the core.

Lu Yuzhen experienced a delusion.

There was nothing in the world Zhao Chunyang couldn’t destroy.

No matter how hard the Daoist Brush, it was useless...

Surviving one punch, what of it?

Zhao Chunyang had another punch!

Terror grew within Heart Lake; he truly felt the arrival of death, so long as he remained "alive," Zhao Chunyang would continue punching until his "flesh body" shattered!

"No..."

After this wisp of death approached.

He dared not conceal any further means.

The Paperman unfurled his sleeve in utter desperation.

He knew that within the Sword Origin River, any treasure revealed would be immediately destroyed...

Whether it’s the "Refining Furnace" or "Pure White Mountain,"

Even the "Daoist Brush" couldn’t withstand the surging Sword Intent, these treasures, even if unleashed, couldn’t hold out for an instant.

So he didn’t throw out treasures to counterattack.

"Boom!"

Great sleeves swept out, the void trembled.

Unexpectedly, after Lu Yuzhen unfurled his sleeve, the Sword Origin River truly stagnated!

"..."

Zhao Chunyang ceased his actions and stopped punching.

He stood in silence amidst the Sword Origin River, watching the things Lu Yuzhen released from his sleeve...

Those clusters of voidlike substances like fireflies were the "Life Souls" of living beings.

At this moment.

Each Life Soul wandered, floated, in the Sword Origin River, scattered like stars.

These Life Souls varied in size, some bright, some dim.

Zhao Chunyang looked at the Life Souls Lu Yuzhen cast out with a complex expression... In a state of Divine Travel, he had seen this scene before.

Of these Life Souls.

There were two strands he was familiar with.

One, dim and shattered, already extinguished, belonged to his first disciple of Lotus Peak.

This one belonged to Zhou Zhiren.

Another, dazzling and radiant among the Life Souls, emitted the brightest light, with the strongest vitality.

This one belonged to Xie Xuanyi.