I am really not a medical immortal.-Chapter 1670 - 1669: Fortune Follows Misfortune

"Congratulations to the Clan Leader!" A group of Yaksha clan members respectfully said.

"Hahaha—!" Night Demon True Man laughed triumphantly at the sky.

As if seeing the successful outcome of his provocations, his laughter echoed wantonly within the grand palace complex.

"Bring everything up here!" Night Demon True Man roared after restraining his laughter.

As his voice faded, a group of Refining Void Peak guards respectfully approached, a total of one hundred, each holding massive storage bags.

"Release!!!" Night Demon True Man growled, waving his hand forcefully.

The Yaksha clan guards behind him immediately executed a magic formula with a twist of their fingers, and with a wave of their hands, various natural treasures transformed into a vast river, rushing towards the Sky-reaching Altar ahead.

This altar differed from ordinary altars; it was hollow inside and cylindrical in shape.

As an endless array of treasures continuously flooded into the cylindrical altar, Night Demon True Man’s body trembled with excitement. For this day, ever since he became the clan leader, he had prepared for three thousand years!

If he failed to break through to the Great Mahayana Realm, his life essence would soon end. Finally, the heavens did not disappoint the determined. Within his lifetime, the Ancient Battlefield had opened, and his plan meticulously orchestrated over three thousand years could finally be put to use.

Watching tens of thousands of years old Spiritual Medicine, millennium-old Spiritual Medicine, countless natural treasures, even items that would make a Mahayana Old Monster envious, being cast with magic by the hundred guards, flying into the cylindrical altar ahead.

The entire process lasted three days before the hundreds of guards finally ceased their actions. This demonstrated the immense effort Night Demon True Man had invested for this day and for the Heaven and Earth Ascension Creation Pill.

"Clan Leader, everything is ready! Only the Three Light Divine Water remains!" The late-stage Fusion elder reported respectfully once again.

"Pour the Three Light Divine Water! Not a single drop left, throw it all into the cylindrical altar!" Night Demon True Man ordered excitedly.

"As you command, Clan Leader!" The late-stage Fusion elder replied respectfully.

At once, ten Unification Realm experts stepped forward, each flipping their palm, holding a purple jade bottle.

They executed a magic formula with their fingers, and the Three Light Divine Water within the purple jade bottles, in a swirling motion, transformed into a straight line, rushing into the sky-reaching cylindrical altar.

Six hours later.

The ten Unification Realm experts stopped their actions, and all the painstakingly procured Three Light Divine Water had been poured into the sky-reaching cylindrical altar.

"Clan Leader, it is time!" The same late-stage Fusion elder spoke again.

"For this day, I have schemed for thousands of years! This time, I must break through to the Great Mahayana Realm! Anyone who dares obstruct me shall suffer a fate worse than death! Even their soul shall not find peace! Issue the order to seal off a thousand-mile radius, and, at the slightest disturbance, kill without mercy!" Night Demon True Man commanded.

"Yes, Clan Leader!" The late-stage Fusion elder answered respectfully.

Thereupon, Night Demon True Man placed a hand on the storage bag at his waist, and a hundred purple jade boxes floated before him.

With a twist of his fingers, the purple jade boxes opened, revealing their contents.

Each Nascent Soul figure sat hollowly in the purple jade boxes, their gaze vacant, devoid of spiritual intelligence, as if Night Demon True Man had used some Secret Technique to forcibly erase their spiritual intelligence.

"Hmph! Not reaching Mahayana, one remains an ant! In the eyes of Great Mahayana Monsters, they can be easily crushed! I do not wish to become an ant, for millennia of cultivation to be destroyed overnight! As for you, to become nourishment for the Heaven and Earth Ascension Creation Pill is your fortune accrued over eight lifetimes!" Night Demon True Man coldly declared.

With a flick of his hand, as if discarding trash, he cast the hundred Nascent Souls towards the cylindrical altar ahead.

Moments later, the hundred Nascent Souls were thrown into the Sky-reaching Pillar Altar.

Witnessing this, Night Demon True Man, filled with excitement, ignored the immense pressure from the air, and floated in the sky with a single step.

He slapped his right hand on the crown of his head, whereupon a Nascent Soul figure sat cross-legged atop his head, exuding a terrifying aura.

Swipe!!!

The Nascent Soul figure opened its eyes, emitting two sharp beams of light. With a point of its finger, countless drops of vital essence erupted from its body, instantly draining three-quarters of Night Demon True Man’s vital essence, then it exhaled a mouthful of Nascent Soul Essence. With the release of this essence, the Nascent Soul figure seemed greatly weakened, its Nascent Soul Spiritual Light dimming considerably.

Yet the Nascent Soul figure acted as if unaware, forming seals with its hands. According to a Secret Technique, magic formulas continuously cascaded from its hands, falling upon the mass of vital essence and Nascent Soul Essence before it.

Moments later, this mass of vital essence and Nascent Soul Essence merged into a semi-transparent, eerie blood-red liquid.

"Go!!!" Seeing this, the Nascent Soul figure smiled in satisfaction, waving its hand, and the semi-transparent blood-red liquid charged into the sky-reaching cylindrical altar before it.

"Hahaha—! It is finally beginning, I have waited for this day for thousands of years!!!" The Nascent Soul figure laughed excitedly at the sky.

Buzz buzz buzz!!!

At this moment, the sky suddenly unleashed a sandstorm of immense proportions, spanning over ten thousand kilometers, engulfing the altar and all the Yaksha clan members within, generating a terrifying force seemingly poised to tear everything apart, so much so that even Unification Realm Cultivators, within this violent desert storm, found their Divine Thought suppressed, their five senses sealed, as the formidable force clawed towards their bodies.

Crackling sounds!!!

Blood mist billowed back from the desert storm, accompanied by the screams of tens of thousands of elite Yaksha clan disciples. Yet their cries were insignificant in comparison to the overwhelming sandstorm, unable to stir the slightest ripple; they were slaughtered outright. Billows of blood mist, along with various treasures from their storage bags, flew into the sky-reaching cylindrical altar before it.

Within the vast desert storm, a golden battle armor glimmered, emanating a two-meter wide radiance, securely shielding two figures. Silently and unobtrusively, they descended into the Sky-reaching Altar amidst the raging tempest.