Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 440 - 295: Mortal Transcendence Dao Domain_2

Chapter 440: Chapter 295: Mortal Transcendence Dao Domain_2

"This palace told you not to move."

The next moment, her explanatory voice rang in Bai Muxi’s ears:

"Now... now we can only trust him."

With those words, silence fell.

Amid the silence of the two women, Xu Yuan’s figure gradually vanished into the blood fog.

Xu Yuan’s footsteps were light, but the deeper he went into the chasm, the clearer and more lucid the feeling in his mind became.

It was as if he had gained the perspective of a god, where everything within the blood fog and the chasm was clear and transparent.

He even discovered that he could already sense those gently writhing Black Death Mycelial Mats miles away.

As he continued to venture deeper, his aura began to climb.

Finally,

he came to a halt before a woman clad in a voluptuous, tight-fitting, fiery red cheongsam.

Amid the churning blood fog,

the woman, gentle as water, stood quietly before him, opening her arms as if waiting for him to fall into her embrace.

Seeing this scene, Xu Yuan didn’t immediately react; his dazed eyes slightly lowered, gazing at his own hand covered in bizarre patterns.

Is this Ghostification?

But why did he feel that this sensation wasn’t as bad as he imagined, even slightly comfortable?

As he pondered,

the warm palm of the woman before him gently touched his cheek, very warm, warm enough to make one reluctant to think about anything else.

But unbeknownst to Xu Yuan,

the moment the woman’s palm touched his cheek, a strange fluctuation spread out.

The essence of Ghostification, originating from Luo Xiran, began flooding into Xu Yuan’s body.

The black patterns on Xu Yuan’s cheek started to boil, turning as red as molten lava, spreading rapidly towards the rest of his body.

It was over in an instant, yet it felt like an eternity.

All returned to calm.

Xu Yuan’s slender, phoenix eyes no longer had whites, only pitch-black like ink with pupils flickering a crimson light.

"How does it feel?"

A gentle and coldly alluring voice sounded in Xu Yuan’s ear, seductive:

"Eternal life, mighty power, isn’t this precisely what you humans, Cultivators, have always sought?"

"Very strong, very good."

Xu Yuan came back to his senses, looking at the woman before him, smiling broadly and joyfully, lifting his hand to gently cover hers:

"I... never thought that power could be obtained so effortlessly. Is this Mortal Transcendence?"

Having said that, Xu Yuan, touching her warm hand, slowly closed his eyes.

All was tranquil and beautiful, and a touch of softness and charm flashed through the alluring woman’s eyes:

"As long as you, Changtian, walk with me, this will merely be a beginning..."

Before her voice trailed off,

a sudden change occurred.

Xu Yuan’s hand, which was holding the woman’s wrist, suddenly tightened with great force.

"Puchi!"

Blood and flesh splattered; the hand the cheongsam woman had extended was crushed into mincemeat by his powerful grip.

In that moment, the air froze,

Xu Yuan licked the fresh blood that had stained his lips and reopened his eyes.

A pair of eyes glittering with crimson light looked exceptionally bewitching.

The entire scene before Xu Yuan had undergone a drastic transformation; the fair hand that had caressed his cheek had become a pulverized tentacle.

And the glamorous cheongsam woman was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a monstrous flesh lump.

The massive body had bulging bumps everywhere, and countless tentacles grew densely all over it, but in the center of this grotesque monster was the head of a beautiful woman.

At this moment,

she looked at Xu Yuan with a trace of astonishment, apparently puzzled by his actions.

Xu Yuan’s crimson pupils without whites looked back at her, his expression showing a hint of interest:

"Luo Xiran, I don’t want to walk with you, this monster. You’re too ugly."

Luo Xiran was silent for a moment and did not get angry. She silently retracted the pulverized tentacle and, feeling the immense life force of Ghostification in his body, she counter-asked:

"You... absorbed Ji Tian’s Demon Crystal?"

"Ji Tian?"

It seemed that the royalty of the Serpent Monster Clan all bore the surname Ji. It appeared that the irrational Ink Serpent had status before its later years.

With this thought, Xu Yuan chuckled lightly and nodded:

"Of course, without his Demon Crystal, I might not have been able to maintain my own consciousness."

As he spoke,

Xu Yuan reached out to undo the front of his blood jade crystal garment, revealing the Black Death Bacterial Armor beneath.

But there was a gap in the armor at his chest, replaced by an ink-colored crystal embedded in his flesh at the heart.

Under Luo Xiran’s gaze,

the ink-colored crystal sank into Xu Yuan’s chest, disappearing from view.

Nearly at the same time, the rampant life force of the Mortal Transcendence Ghost coursed wildly through Xu Yuan, completely wrecking his meridians, but in the next moment, the life force of Ghostification rapidly healed all the destruction.

Amidst this destruction and repair, Xu Yuan’s presence began to climb steadily.

Soul Condensation...

Great Grandmaster...

Primordial...

In this quiet moment, Xu Yuan looked at Luo Xiran with a flicker of interest and asked:

"You’re just watching me grow stronger, don’t you have anything you want to do..."

"Changtian, does it hurt a lot?"

"What?"

Xu Yuan stared at the voice of the monster before him, softly spoken, slightly startled.

Luo Xiran looked at him, her voice gentle:

"Your cultivation is too weak; absorbing a high-rank Ghost’s condensed Demon Crystal will tear your body apart and reconstitute it. Do you need my help to ease the pain?"

Xu Yuan’s expression was odd as he stared at Luo Xiran’s concerned face:

"No, don’t you see the situation at hand? If I..."