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Chapter 1121 - Chapter 1121 Chapter 462 The Fall of the Evil Immortal The

Chapter 1121: Chapter 462: The Fall of the Evil Immortal, The Mystery of the Black Tortoise_1 Chapter 1121: Chapter 462: The Fall of the Evil Immortal, The Mystery of the Black Tortoise_1 With that frivolous voice, a silhouette slowly emerged from the palace at the top of the Immortal Mountain.

The figure was two meters tall, corpulent, resembling a mountain of flesh, with his face so full of excess flesh that the entire person looked extremely bloated.

A pair of narrow eyes, flickering with a strange green light, stared intently at Ye Wuxian, as if emitting a curious, lascivious vibration, spreading a bewildering force that assaulted the Immortal Soul from within, striking towards Ye Wuxian.

But Ye Wuxian, clad in a red dress that stirred without wind, exuded an ascending charm, her presence lofty and ethereal as if a mystical silhouette sat behind her, towering and commanding, visible only as a silhouette yet quelling any thoughts of resistance.

The figure that stepped out of the Immortal Mountain Hall, whose lascivious gaze had suddenly altered, trembled the excess flesh on his face, and his aura, wicked and tumultuous, surged with a crimson tide that rolled unstoppably.

At the same time.

Gigantic chains began to drill out from the mountain’s base and waist, clanging loudly as they lunged towards Ye Wuxian, standing in the void.

But Ye Wuxian’s face took on a cold hue; she did not speak, but merely pointed lightly, and Immortal Spirit Light burst forth from her fingertip, suddenly flaring and then with a shudder dispersed into countless beams of spirit light. The Spirit Light collided with the massive chains, causing them to halt in their tracks, then in the brilliance, they shattered and crumbled, dispersing like lifeless entities.

Then, the Spirit Light converged again, surging towards the Immortal Mountain.

Atop the Immortal Mountain, fear flickered across the grotesquely fat True Immortal’s trembling excess flesh.

But before he could speak, two more silhouettes emerged from the Immortal Palace behind him.

One tall, one short, the taller one was even higher than the corpulent True Immortal, standing at three meters, reaching the stature of a small giant, but in proportions similar to an ordinary human, making him appear unusually stretched without corresponding girth, creating a bizarre appearance.

As for the other smaller True Immortal, he was less than a meter tall, resembling a dwarf.

Tall, short, and fat, the three of them stood atop the Immortal Mountain made Han Yi’s eyes narrow from a distance in the void.

He had known upon approach that this Immortal Mountain was a lair of Evil Immortals, and now, seeing the three oddly shaped True Immortals who were the masters of the mountain.

However, their auras were already bizarrely fused with the Immortal Mountain into a Unity; they were no longer mere individuals.

This is what Evil Immortals are.

Evil Immortals could be those who became immortals through strange Immortal Roads, became twisted after attaining immortality, changed temperament and turned malevolent, or mutated under certain conditions or environments.

The aura of the Immortal Path on Evil Immortals is no longer orthodox but has become tainted; they cannot use Immortal Spirit Qi or Immortal Stones to cultivate and must walk down this malevolent path to darkness.

Han Yi knew this from the records he had read in the Xuancang Palace.

And he had been in such a rush to return to the Age Candle Immortal Court that if these Evil Immortals didn’t provoke him, he would have been happy to ignore them.

At the moment.

As the two oddly tall and short Evil Immortals emerged from the Immortal Palace, all the lavish sounds of the Immortal Mountain ceased, and the unsheltered cultivators upon it stood up, turning their heads to gaze towards Ye Wuxian in the external void. Their auras merged with the mountain, and their eerie smiles sent chills down one’s spine.

Just then, as Spirit Light surged like a tide intending to overturn the Immortal Mountain, a jet-black flame that emitted an evil energy suddenly sprouted from the Immortal Palace, colliding with the Immortal Spirit Light.

Boom!

The Spirit Light and black flame exploded, the void shook, and from within the Peak of the Immortal Mountain Hall spewed a blood-red viscous liquid. Within it, countless souls rose and fell, wailing, their existence flickering in and out, in a never-ending cycle.

The moment the viscous liquid appeared, it brought with it an unbearably foul smell, as if capable of contaminating and corrupting the Immortal Body, and it rushed towards Ye Wuxian, attempting to engulf her.

But Ye Wuxian only scoffed coldly and removed a bracelet from her right arm, tossing it lightly forward.

The silver-white bracelet instantly enlarged, becoming much larger than the Immortal Mountain itself, then gently ensnared it, including the rolling crimson liquid and the cracked mountain, all compressed towards the center.

Peak of the Immortal Mountain’s Palace suddenly cracked open to reveal three oddly shaped cultivators. Sensing the peril of death, they howled together,

“Please, Immortal Lady, spare our lives, spare us!”

Ye Wuxian, unmoved by their pleas, simply exhaled a breath of Immortal Breath, which landed on the bracelet, increasing its constrictive power.

In less than three breaths, the entire Immortal Mountain was compressed into a small lump the size of a palm, whether it be the three bizarre True Immortals, the wicked Immortal Mountain, or the scarlet viscous liquid, including the wailing souls within; all were condensed into a tiny black stone.

The silver bracelet returned to Ye Wuxian’s hand, and with a gentle shake, the stone still snug within it had turned to powder, vanishing into the void.

From afar, Han Yi’s heart chilled; the bracelet was incredibly fearsome, likely not a mere First or Second-stage Immortal Artifact – this was at least a Third-stage Immortal Artifact.