Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Atop Misty Mountain.

Qin Zimo decisively decided to summon the Immortal's corpse.

He looked at the residual terrifying Sword Qi in the air.

He felt a sense of foreboding.

Standing here, he was too close to Ye Luo and the others.

Disciples like Ye Luo who had seen him summon the Immortal's corpse knew that it took time.

If, at this moment, these disciples of the Wayless Sect took direct action against him, it would spell disaster.

Qin Zimo's mind raced with countless thoughts.

In the end, he decided to use the members of the Cultivators Alliance as cannon fodder, to hold off the disciples of the Wayless Sect and buy him time.

It was a good plan.

But just as Qin Zimo was about to give the order, he noticed something.

The disciples of the Wayless Sect didn't seem to have any intention of taking action.

They all just stood there.

As if...

As if they were waiting for him to summon the Immortal's corpse?

Did they look down on him that much???

Qin Zimo fell silent.

He had thought of many things, but he never expected that these people were actually waiting for him to summon the Immortal's corpse.

After a moment of silence.

Qin Zimo still chose to turn around and request the aid of his sect's Old Ancestor.

He didn't believe that there could be a living Immortal in the mundane world.

Even if the Wayless Sect was powerful, they were still mortals, right?

If an Immortal had appeared, they would have ascended long ago. Which Immortal would be so leisurely as to wander around the mundane world?

Qin Zimo chose to invoke the Immortal's corpse.

He gestured for those around him to step back and approached the Profound Iron Coffin himself.

Facing the Profound Iron Coffin.

Qin Zimo knelt on one knee.

"Please forgive me, Old Ancestor, for your unworthy descendant, Qin Zimo, is facing a formidable enemy. Out of desperation, I beg to use your esteemed body!" he proclaimed loudly, then instantly flipped open the coffin lid, scooped up the corpse inside with one hand, and hurled it towards the Wu Dao Sect Mountain Gate.

The body from the coffin was thrown out.

And for the first time, truly displayed before everyone's eyes, was the so-called Immortal's corpse.

It was a man in a white robe, his temples streaked with white, his complexion pale, his eyes tightly shut. Despite endless years, decay still had not claimed his flesh.

An extremely potent pressure filled the air around his body.

This pressure did not belong to the mundane world.

As the pressure spread, the surrounding space seemed unable to withstand it, warping in a bizarre manner.

Celestial Might!

This was a kind of Celestial Might!

A pressure that transcended the mundane world!

Clearly, on a level of hierarchy, Celestial Might did not belong to the human realm.

In the instant that this pressure swept through.

All members of the Cultivators Alliance around, except for Qin Zimo, were forcibly brought to their knees, powerless to resist.

Even Qin Zimo's face was covered with sweat, under the pressure of the Celestial Might.

He had the protection of his bloodline and should have been unaffected.

But it was no use; after countless generations, his bloodline had inevitably thinned.

And precisely because his bloodline had thinned somewhat, he too felt a slight sense of pressure.

It made him quite uncomfortable.

However, Qin Zimo consoled himself with the thought that this pressure could suppress the Wayless Sect, and suddenly he didn't feel uncomfortable anymore.

Qin Zimo, gritting his teeth, looked towards the Wu Dao Sect Mountain Gate to see if Ye Luo and the others had been suppressed.

He looked up.

And was met with a surprising scene.

Ye Luo and the other disciples of the Wayless Sect were not suppressed but were smiling and watching from the side.

The four individuals with strange appearances were not suppressed either.

The hunched old man had not been suppressed.

The people of the Wayless Sect seemed as if they could simply ignore this pressure.

This...

That's impossible!

Qin Zimo's eyes widened.

Just before, the disciples of the Daoless Sect had faced this Immortal pressure and had been defeated and fled.

But now they could stay calm and composed.

This is completely illogical.

Could it be because of these five people?

Qin Zimo's gaze locked onto Si Xiong and Baize, a speculation forming in his heart.

"Junior, I really don't know where you got the courage to attempt to overthrow the Daoless Sect while carrying the body of an ant, where did you get the audacity? Is this the ignorance of youth not fearing the tiger?"

A voice echoed eerily within Qin Zimo's heart.

Qin Zimo swiftly fixed his gaze on one of them.

That person was Hundun of Si Xiong.

"You, have you ever witnessed what a true Immortal is?"

Hundun just looked at Qin Zimo.

His lips did not move.

Yet his voice echoed in the heart of the Cultivators' Alliance Leader.

The next moment.

In Qin Zimo's eyes.

Four terrifying auras of evil spirits suddenly rose up.

The moment these four auras ascended, the Celestial Might emanating from his ancestor's body collapsed directly, as if encountering some unstoppable force, disappearing without any resistance.

Boom!!!

Within the heavens and earth, thunder and lightning roared and exploded.

As if warning something.

"An Immortal's corpse, laughable."

Taotie looked at the body, sneered coldly, took a step forward, his body shrouded in rolling evil Qi, and a shadow of Taotie manifested behind him.

The shadow of Taotie opened its mouth wide, its terrifying suction locking onto the Immortal's corpse.

The Immortal's corpse was swallowed by Taotie's shadow without any suspense.

Seeing his Old Ancestor's body being swallowed just like that.

Qin Zimo's eyes bulged.

His body shook violently.

Immortal!

This must be an Immortal!

If swallowing an Immortal's body doesn't make one an Immortal, what else would?

There is an Immortal within the Daoless Sect!

And not just one!

What's most terrifying is that the Sect Master of the Daoless Sect nunca appeared from the beginning to the end, as if this incident did not attract the Sect Master's attention at all.

"Defeated."

Qin Zimo took a deep breath, not hesitating in the slightest.

Looking at those four figures who were like gods or demons.

He knew he'd lost.

He tried to stand up from the ground.

But he found himself oppressed by the might and utterly unable to get up.

"Before dying, I want to ask, why do Immortals still live in the Mundane World?"

Qin Zimo's gaze fixed on Si Xiong as he slowly asked this question.

"No Immortal resides in the Mundane World, we are beings who have survived from an unknown number of epochs ago. The Daoless Sect is far beyond your imagination. To dare offend the Daoless Sect, you should have been annihilated in both soul and body, but seeing that you have quite the courage, with your weak form daring to be an enemy of the Daoless Sect, tsk tsk, I will leave a sliver of your soul to reincarnate. If there is an afterlife, remember, provoke anyone but never the Daoless Sect!"

Hundun's cold voice resonated within Qin Zimo's heart.

Upon hearing this.

Qin Zimo took a deep breath.

"I thank you."

Qin Zimo bowed in the direction of Si Xiong.

Then, without waiting for Si Xiong to act, he circulated his mana and snuffed out his own life force.

In just a moment, he was completely dead, having met his end...

With the fall of Qin Zimo.

This battle without suspense also brought down the curtain...