Chapter 130: Refining Emptiness to Merge with the Dao, the Golden Core Immortal

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“Who are you? Who gave you permission to touch my woman?”

Just as Lucas was about to yank off Li Muqing’s undershirt, he suddenly felt a long, powerful hand settle onto his shoulder.

“What the hell?”

Lucas frowned and turned around in displeasure.

Yet there was no one behind him, and there was no hand on his shoulder either.

In an instant, every hair on his body stood on end. A chill ran down his back.

What kind of person could silently place a hand on his shoulder, then vanish from sight in the blink of an eye?

“Did any of you just hear someone speaking?” the unsettled man asked hurriedly, glancing around at his subordinates.

“No!”

The Asevis clansmen shook their heads one after another, insisting that they had heard nothing.

What in the world?

Lucas began to panic. With the senses of a Martial King, the powerful sensation on his shoulder and the unmistakable human voice could not possibly have been an illusion.

If that was the case, then how had the man done it?

Lucas had lost all interest in playing with women. He jerked upright, pulled his trousers up to his waist, and began scanning the surroundings.

“Who are you? Come out!”

He released the full force of his Martial King aura. Torrents of pressure churned through the air around him as he shouted furiously:

“You have the nerve to play tricks like a ghost, but not the courage to show yourself? You coward!”

“What happened to him? Has he gone mad?”

Looking at the blond man’s frenzied behavior, Gu Qing’er could not help feeling bewildered.

Nothing had happened at all, yet the man was acting as though he had been possessed, speaking to someone who was not there. Could all Martial Kings be insane?

“This is rather strange.”

“By rights, a Martial King’s will should be extremely firm. He shouldn’t be suffering from a mental disorder,” Zhu Yuner explained.

At least, from what she knew of their team leader, although the woman was usually quite eccentric, hers was a stable sort of madness. Everything she did had a clear purpose. She would never babble incoherently as this man was doing.

Yet in Lucas’s ears, that vanishing voice appeared once more.

“I’m right in front of you. Walk two steps forward, and you’ll be able to see me.”

“You’re in front of me? Then why can’t I see you?”

“Walk forward.”

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The voice repeated itself.

Walk forward?

Lucas stared blankly ahead. If he moved forward, wouldn’t he end up inside the furnace? There was only one thing in the furnace: a corpse that had already been roasted through.

Where was the person?

Besides, even a Martial King could not withstand temperatures of more than a thousand degrees with his bare body.

But while Lucas was still utterly confused, a shadow suddenly flickered across the transparent glass of the furnace.

He really was in there!

Lucas’s eyes widened in shock. Could someone truly survive being scorched by such raging flames?

He hurriedly peered inside.

Amid the fire, a young man’s cold, stern face slowly emerged.

Boom!

With a deafening explosion, the heat-resistant bulletproof glass shattered instantly. A powerful hand thrust out from the blazing furnace and, at a speed too fast for the eye to follow, seized Lucas by the throat.

“Now, can you see me?”

Under the stunned gazes of everyone present, a body as exquisite as a sculpted statue walked out of the furnace, completely naked.

One long, powerful hand gripped the throat of a mighty Martial King, lifting him as easily as a chick.

Even more terrifyingly, Lucas—who was known as a Martial King—hung there obediently, without even the instinct to struggle.

“So this is the Golden Core realm, achieved through Void Refinement and Unity?”

“Unafraid of fire, immune to a hundred poisons, and present everywhere.”

Barefoot, the young man slowly walked out while carrying a fully grown man in one hand. He murmured softly to himself.

“Ye Tian!”

Seeing the man emerge from the flames, Gu Qing’er covered her lips, tears welling in her eyes.

“Master! Master!”

Ye Xiaomei let out an ecstatic shriek. “I knew it! I knew Master couldn’t possibly be dead!”

Li Muqing, who had collapsed onto the ground with tears streaking her face, suddenly burst out laughing.

This man was always pulling the same trick—dying and coming back to life. How annoying.

“You... how are you still alive?”

With his throat in another man’s grip, Lucas’s pupils widened as he stared at Ye Tian in disbelief.

“Why weren’t you burned to ashes after being thrown into the fire?”

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“That isn’t something you need to know.”

Ye Tian released his grip without expression and flung the other man to the ground like a dead fish.

He had already used the Soul-Seizing Art to control Lucas. Unless Ye Tian deliberately lifted the spell, the man would remain completely incapable of movement.

Yes, he had come back to life.

Feeling the surging vitality within his body and the genuine Golden Core radiating endless brilliance in his dantian, Ye Tian was overwhelmed with joy.

That tribulation of heavenly lightning had nearly destroyed him completely.

The Golden Core lightning tribulation consisted of seven stages, each more powerful than the last.

Ye Tian had endured the first three bolts through his formidable physique and the extraordinary regenerative power of the flood-dragon’s inner core.

But when the fourth bolt descended, his body suffered devastating injuries that could no longer heal.

Afterward, he concealed himself inside the flood-dragon’s corpse and managed to evade the fifth bolt.

As for the sixth, he chose to withstand it with his Golden Core and barely survived.

Then came the seventh and final bolt. Ye Tian brought forth both his Golden Core and the flood-dragon’s inner core, yet the rolling heavenly lightning shattered them both. In the end, they transformed into spiritual energy and returned to his internal organs.

When the final tribulation dispersed, his body had not sustained any substantial damage. However, because both cores had been shattered, the energy circulating through his meridians began to run wild, throwing the five elements within him into complete disorder.

As a result, he had been forced into a deep slumber to recondense his Golden Core.

Before his consciousness sank into darkness, Ye Tian had briefly worried that if he became a false corpse, others might mistake him for truly dead and cremate him.

As it turned out, the moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in the center of a furnace.

Fortunately, a Golden Core adept feared neither blades nor flames. Even if his body were burned away, he could use the Golden Core to reconstruct his flesh, making it impossible for him to be burned to death.

Otherwise, this really might have turned into a tragic misunderstanding.

After entering the Golden Core realm, Ye Tian’s sensations became extraordinarily wondrous.

For one thing, apart from being able to use even more powerful abilities, his consciousness could now briefly leave his body and roam through the outside world, ignoring every obstruction.

He could also use his consciousness to influence objects in reality—even people—or communicate directly with others through the soul.

According to Ye Changsheng’s memories, this was presumably the so-called Yang Spirit forged after achieving Unity with the Dao.

The three souls and seven spirits of a Golden Core adept were ten thousand times more solid than those of an ordinary person. Thus, there was no fear that they would dissipate or be unable to return after leaving the body.

Even more remarkably, he had actually skipped the stage of cultivating the Yin Spirit and directly achieved a Pure Yang Spirit.

As the saying went: Once every trace of yin has been stripped away, the Golden Core matures; leap beyond the little cage, and live for ten thousand years.

Now, without even leaving his home, he could go wherever he pleased.

It was almost absurdly satisfying.