Terminal Daoist, an exceedingly complex existence.
It is a product that erged after the destruction of the Immortal Path.
Theoretically, the Three Thousand Innate Dao can give birth to three thousand Terminal Daoists. However, not all Innate Dao have been comprehended by people, like the Eternal Dao, which perhaps only Man’Er has comprehended. Moreover, not every Dao has a Terminal Daoist.
But according to Fan Wubing’s understanding, nearly one-third of the Dao possess a Terminal Daoist.
They are scattered across the world. As long as a cultivator comprehends the Dao they hold, their fortune and strength will increase as they cultivate, which is known as growing stronger while lying still. As long as the Dao is not destroyed, they can live forever.
Furthermore, the most crucial point is that not even the power of an Upper Immortal can kill a Terminal Daoist.
Because as long as the Dao associated with the Terminal Daoist exists in the world, they cannot be killed. Unless this Dao is completely erased from the world, which requires unimaginable power, perhaps only the Heavenly Dao can achieve this.
"May I ask you a question?"
Jiang Sha glanced at Fan Wubing, "I won’t answer you."
Fan Wubing paused, thinking she surely had guessed what he wanted to ask.
He wanted to know how Jiang Sha managed to reconstruct the Path to Immortality.
"Is it that destiny cannot be revealed?"
Jiang Sha smiled, "I’ve been cursed by the Heavenly Dao, what’s there to fear about revealing destiny? I just purely feel that the relationship between you and is not close enough."
"This... alright." Fan Wubing sighed, realizing he had indeed been presumptuous, as asking such an important question right away was inappropriate.
The obsession with becoming immortal has turned into True Demons; certainly, many people in the world aim to ascend. Reconstructing the Path to Immortality is undoubtedly rare and cannot be expected to be casually disclosed by others.
Fan Wubing was in a daze when suddenly, a large man in a hurry bumped into Jiang Sha’s wheelchair. He snapped out of it and quickly grabbed it to prevent it from toppling over.
Not only did the large man not apologize, but he also cursed, "Cripples shouldn’t block the road!"
Damn!
We’re walking just fine here; you were the one not paying attention and crashing into us!
Fan Wubing asked, "Do you want to teach him a lesson?"
Jiang Sha chuckled, "Are you trying to teach a Great Demon how to do things?"
"But using spiritual power on such a person isn’t worth it, right?"
"There’s no need to use spiritual power." Jiang Sha placed her right hand on her abdon and gently traced a horizontal line with her left hand.
The large man who had just bumped into them suddenly scread, fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and began to convulse.
Fan Wubing’s eyes widened in shock, "How was that done!"
He clearly did not sense any trace of Qi, Dao, or soul fluctuations from Jiang Sha, and yet that person just... collapsed?
What kind of thod is this?
Jiang Sha asked with a smile, "Do you want to learn it?"
Fan Wubing was stunned, "You’re willing to teach ?"
Jiang Sha pondered for a mont, "I’ll teach you the day your service period with is over." She smiled and said, "To prevent you from sneaking away and leaving behind."
"How is that possible, I have a strong sense of contract spirit."
Fan Wubing then used the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill to backtrack and deduce what had just happened.
Then he saw that after Jiang Sha made that hand gesture, the people walking on the street unconsciously and in unison altered their steps and movents. Most people in this city are cultivators, with Qi fluctuations present. After they shifted, their postures ford an array by sheer coincidence, amplifying and concentrating their Qi at a single point, precisely on the large man who crashed into them.
Then, the center of his forehead was broken, his Purple Mansion damaged, and his soul fled uncontrollably.
Fan Wubing was stunned,
What kind of ability is this?
He swallowed hard and asked, "Does this... ability have a range limit?"
Jiang Sha looked at him, "You guess."
Which ans, no limit.
Fan Wubing inhaled sharply, suddenly feeling that the woman in a wheelchair was terrifying. Killing without form or distance.
He thought to himself, now he was obliged to take care of her for twenty years.
The large man who had bumped into them suddenly collapsed to the ground, drawing the attention of onlookers.
Fan Wubing was about to push Jiang Sha away when he suddenly heard a familiar voice, "Please make way."
He instinctively turned his head and saw,
A woman with long wavy platinum hair and sapphire-like eyes erged from the crowd. Her figure was impressive, yet her face was gentle, her gaze as pure and pristine as the first ray of dawn.
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