Chapter 1781 The Prototype of the Immortal Path

He held nothing back, forming hand seals, and the ever-changing phantom of the source of evil power behind him suddenly solidified, descending across time and space.

"The Dharma Form of the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils!"

A terrifying demonic figure, exuding an aura of overwhelming calamity and decay that made all the heavens and myriad realms tremble, slowly emerged behind him.

Although it was only an extremely faint projection, its status was already subtly superior to that of a true immortal.

This is a trace of the original Taiyi's power imprint, which was activated by the reincarnated body.

The moment the demonic shadow appeared, the entire battlefield, whether composed of cultivators from the Nine Realms or demonic troops from the Abyss of the Primordial Demon, felt a fear and despair stemming from their very life instincts.

For the first time, a look of horror appeared in Jiao'er's enormous dragon eyes.

The oppressive feeling emanating from that demonic shadow caused the ancient bloodline within her to wail in agony.

"You have every right to be proud that you could force me to use the projection of the Venerable One's Dharma Image." The voice of the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils became grand and indifferent. "Now, let's end this."

"May you be beset by endless calamities!"

The terrifying demonic shadow behind him pointed towards Jiao'er.

In an instant, Jiao'er felt herself locked in by countless calamities.

"Uh-"

The dragon let out a painful roar, its ten-thousand-foot-long body convulsed violently, and large patches of its crystalline scales lost their luster, turning gray and even beginning to peel off.

The boundless vitality was rapidly fading, the essence of the Ice Soul was rapidly dimming, and even the soul was experiencing excruciating pain.

This is one of the most terrifying divine powers of the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils, which incites countless calamities in the heavens and inflicts them upon the enemy.

Zhang Xuan's eyes were bloodshot as he tried to rescue them, but he was held back by the three demon lords, Burning World, Bone Fiend, and Soul Prison, and could hardly protect himself.

You Wuyai, Tian Shi Laozu, and others were also extremely anxious, but they were also held back by their opponents.

Could it be... that even Jiao'er is going to lose?

At this critical moment, deep within Jiao'er's icy blue dragon eyes, which were somewhat blurred due to pain, a point of azure light, frozen for countless ages, suddenly shone.

That was a wisp of ancient ice essence that she had absorbed from countless years of ancient ice and dragon vein essence while she was slumbering in the Northern Sea Ice Abyss.

It was her last trump card, reserved for either reaching a higher level or saving her life in the final battle.

At this moment, under the stimulation of life-or-death crisis and impending doom.

This primordial source has awakened.

"Ancient... Undying... Ice Soul... Ignite!"

The dragon uttered a low, dragon-like voice.

The azure, ancient ice essence within her body suddenly burst into flames.

In exchange for the depletion of this very source, a brief but unparalleled burst of power is gained.

"boom--"

A terrifying cold wave, several times stronger than before, erupted from Jiao'er's center.

The surging power of calamity was forcibly frozen and sealed in the face of this extreme cold originating from the ancient source.

Jiao'er's originally gray and peeling dragon scales were instantly covered by a layer of azure ice crystals, radiating an even more ancient and sacred light than before.

The wounds on the dragon's body caused by the erosion of the calamity power also healed rapidly under the cover of ice crystals.

Her aura surged wildly, instantly breaking through an invisible barrier and reaching a level that even the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils would find terrifying—a half-step Golden Immortal.

"Eternal calamity? Freeze it!"

The dragon opened its mouth again, but this time, it spewed out not pure white dragon breath, but a blue-green breath of icy essence.

Wherever the breath passed, the source of the calamity was frozen into crystalline icicles, suspended in the void.

This breath ignored the Dharma projection behind the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils and directly struck his main body.

The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils' expression changed drastically.

He never expected that this ice dragon would have such a terrifying trump card hidden inside.

This icy chill exerted a strong restraining effect on his myriad calamities and misfortunes.

"Protected by all evil spirits, calamity is transferred."

He let out a fierce shout, and the projection of his Dharma image behind him suddenly shrank, transforming into a gray-black armor of necromantic power that covered his entire body.

At the same time, he invoked cause and effect, attempting to divert this deadly, icy breath.

However, the power generated by the burning of the Ancient Ice Soul's origin is not so easily transferred.

"Crack!"

The moment the Fiery Armor came into contact with the Ice Soul Breath, it was covered in cracks.

"puff--"

The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils groaned as the armor on his chest shattered, revealing a terrifying frostbite covered in ice crystals.

Even the evil energy surrounding him froze.

"it is good!"

"Senior Jiao'er is mighty!"

The Nine Realms faction erupted in thunderous cheers.

In the midst of despair, a glimmer of hope finally appeared.

However, Zhang Xuan and the others were not happy.

They could sense that after Jiao'er exhaled that primal breath, its aura rapidly declined like a deflated balloon, the azure ice crystal light on its ten-thousand-foot-long dragon body also dimmed rapidly, and even the dragon scales began to become transparent and ethereal.

Burning the source comes at a huge cost.

After this attack, Jiao'er will probably be powerless to fight again, and may even have his very foundation damaged.

"You... how dare you hurt me."

The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils looked down at the ice crystals spreading across his chest, and for the first time, a fierce rage and killing intent ignited in his dark eyes.

"Good, very good. I will drain your Ice Soul Essence, refine your Ancient Dragon Soul, and make you suffer the torment of being burned by Fiery Souls for eternity."

He plunged his hands into the frostbite on his chest, tearing off the frozen flesh along with the evil energy.

Black blood gushed from the wound, but under the influence of the evil force, it rapidly crawled and healed, though its energy was momentarily disrupted.

"The True Form of Ten Thousand Evils!"

The Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Evils roared to the sky, his body began to twist and swell, and countless calamity runes moved beneath his skin, merging with the faint projection of his Dharma image behind him.

His aura surged again, though he failed to reach Jiao'er's half-step Golden Immortal level, it far surpassed the peak of ordinary True Immortals.

He was about to unleash his true killing move to completely eliminate the ice dragon that had brought him such humiliation.

In Jiao'er's enormous dragon eyes, the terrifying figure of the other party was reflected, and a trace of determination flashed.

She knew she no longer had the strength to deliver that kind of blow.

The power from burning the source is rapidly fading, and a feeling of weakness is washing over me like a tide.

But she cannot back down.

"Ice Soul...burned out...will also...freeze to death...calamity."

She murmured, preparing to squeeze out the last bit of her essence for one last gamble.

At this most critical moment.

"boom--"

On the battlefield below, a sudden change occurred.

Zhang Xuan, who had been constantly suppressed by the three demon lords Burning World, Bone Fiend, and Soul Prison, suddenly had the majestic Great Dao Tree within his body burst forth with unprecedented brilliance.

The three main pillars—Golden Crow, True Demon, and Emperor Jiang—simultaneously unleashed deafening roars and long cries.

Thirteen side branches swayed wildly, and the myriad spirit leaves scattered endless Daoist charm.

An aura that connected with some supreme law in the darkness surged up from Zhang Xuan's body.

Suddenly, an extremely faint phantom path appeared in the void above his head.

It was the prototype of the immortal path that naturally emerged from the depths of his inner world, "Chaotic Divine Sea - Burial Immortal Base," due to the severing of all phenomena from the ancient ruins of the Burial Immortal.