Yellow Court Daoist-Chapter 379 - 355 All Gods Look at Me! Barbarian God Realm Finale! [6000 Character Mega - ] (9/60)

These clumps of dirt had originally been one, but for reasons unknown, had fragmented. At this moment, the elderly man ceaselessly tried to piece them together, his hands weathered, yet he could not manage to reassemble them.

Suddenly.

The elderly man abruptly looked up, fixing his gaze in the void.

Within the Divine Soul, from nowhere came endless blood threads, abruptly entwining, tightly pulling tighter and tighter, circle after circle. The elderly man frowned, his withered hands trembling slightly, reaching into the void as if to tear the blood threads apart.

However, after he pulled with his hands, his Divine Soul experienced a sharp pain.

The harder he pulled, the tighter it became.

The elderly man immediately stopped moving, rose from the boat, and gazed upon the river's surface. Through the long river, he saw beyond the void, setting upon a nameless place in the First Layer of the Abyss in the Material Realm.

In the midst of desolate mountains and wild ridges.

An elderly man dressed in a Yin Yang Dao Robe just happened to look up, his gaze meeting with the elderly man's.

"Since you've escaped."

"Isn't living a good thing?"

The elderly man on the boat slowly spoke, his voice ethereal.

"Don't bother the King of Destiny."

"This Divine Spell, named 'Demon Evil Entangling Silk Divine Spell', is a modest gift from this humble Daoist to the Divine King before departing."

Lu Qingfeng hunched over, his skin slack, his long hair withered, even his eyes somewhat lifeless, yet a smile appeared on his face.

Thirty years.

Finally achieving the Primordial Spirit Realm, after stepping into it, a moment of realization, in the instant the Material Realm repelled him, Lu Qingfeng decisively cast the 'Demon Evil Entangling Silk Divine Spell', targeting the elderly man on the boat — the King of Destiny.

The remaining twenty-four thousand three hundred years of his life span, all invested. Such a lifespan, equivalent to that of two Primordial Spirit Practitioners.

Under the curse.

Even if the King of Destiny is comparable to an Earth Immortal, he would still suffer greatly.

Lu Qingfeng smiled, his heart having harbored anger for thirty years, finally venting a bit.

"A curse?"

The King of Destiny shook his head, "It won't kill me."

Lu Qingfeng still smiled.

He naturally knew—

With his nascent Primordial Spirit cultivation, even if he spent more than twenty thousand years of life span to curse with Great Divine Power, even if there is no proper method for a Mahayana True Immortal, it would lead to stagnation or reduction of cultivation at the least, and death of the body at worst.

But for the King of Destiny, comparable to an Earth Immortal, it could hardly be fatal.

However—

"Being nauseating for a bit, this humble Daoist is satisfied."

Lu Qingfeng noticed the calm expression of the King of Destiny, apparently not caring about the curse, and said no more, just smiling, seeing the repelling force of the Material Realm becoming stronger, he immediately chose not to linger.

He didn't say more to the King of Destiny.

The over two million experience value of the early Primordial Spirit Realm, all invested into the four Divine Spells, 'Fallen Divine Light', 'Body Separation', 'Transformation Technique', 'Cloud Summit Step', and "Red Dust Longevity Technique".

With a thought.

Over two hundred million experience points consumed.

The four Divine Spells elevated to Great Divine Power.

"Red Dust Longevity Technique" elevated from True Sect Level to Mysterious Level.

Without time to check, Lu Qingfeng took one last glance at the King of Destiny, seeing the broken mud board beneath his feet on the boat, his smiling expression still not faded, then vanished like smoke.

In the River of Destiny.

On the boat of destiny.

"Truly dead."

The King of Destiny looked around, his face finally showing a hint of change. Upon his Divine Soul, the blood threads bound tighter. Closing his eyes to concentrate, Divine Power surged, refining the blood threads.

Refining one, yet ten more appeared on the Divine Soul.

Quickly.

The Divine Soul was completely bound with blood threads, Divine Power obscure, Divine Soul tarnished, and the eyes of the King of Destiny, which could see through the destinies of all living beings, also fell into murkiness.

Perhaps even Lu Qingfeng himself didn't expect.

In the Primordial Spirit Realm, with more than twenty thousand years of life span, to curse the Eternal God King from the Barbarian God Realm, was not just to sicken this King of Destiny. At this rate, the blood threads gradually tightening into the depths of the Divine Soul, could even drag an eternal and undying Divine King into the dark and bottomless Star Realm, to fall into a deep slumber, and perhaps even perish.

The boat of destiny carrying the King of Destiny, sailed deep into the River of Destiny.

This Eternal God King, who controlled the destinies of all living beings in the Barbarian God Realm, yet it was unknown whether he could grasp his own destiny.

However, all these.

Were no longer of concern to Lu Qingfeng.