Poof~
The sword's edge flashed, flesh and bone separated, and the severed hand holding the Cardinal's Scepter flew into the air. Morris instantly lost the amplified abilities of the Philosopher's Stone, causing his Life Energy Level, Primordial Qi Energy Level, and Spiritual Level to plumt sharply, stripping him of his 'Undying' trait as well.
"No!"
Morris let out a wretched howl, his body withered and shriveled, resembling a piece of sun-dried old jerky.
Clearly, he had long been on the brink of death, and the only reason he was able to maintain his life over the years was thanks to the miraculous magic of the Philosopher's Stone.
Now that the Philosopher's Stone was gone, his body imdiately reverted to its original form.
Ye Qingzhou leaped into the air, stepping on Soaring Step, Wind Riding, and seized the scepter with one hand. Then, with a surge of power from his fingers, after a tal snapping sound that could make one's teeth hurt, he forcibly tore the Philosopher's Stone from the top of the scepter.
"Give it back to ! Give it back to !"
With vitality draining away, Morris felt his Life Force continually slipping away. Furious and terrified, he reached out his left hand toward Ye Qingzhou.
"Your truth now belongs to ."
Holding the Philosopher's Stone in his palm, Ye Qingzhou imdiately felt the terrifying magic within, a unique power ford by the fusion of Primordial Qi and Thought Ability.
"No! It is mine! Mine..."
Amidst bitter howls of unwillingness, Morris's life withered away, and his body beca like decayed wood and mud, ultimately turning to dust, scattered as flying ash.
For those who rely on external power, once that power is lost, this is their fate.
"Is this the Philosopher's Stone?"
In the instant Ye Qingzhou activated the Celestial Eye, a surge of mories like mountains and seas flooded his mind, overwhelming his soul.
His entire conscience seed imrsed in a vast ocean of historical mories, the mories of countless people transford into overwhelming waves that could easily drown one's mind and will if not careful.
In this sea of consciousness and mory, Ye Qingzhou witnessed Europe seven hundred years ago when a terrifying plague swept across the Western World.
Blackness and death rampaged across the nations, accompanied by hordes of rats and fleas.
It began with a few individuals, then entire villages, entire blocks, and even entire cities, as masses of humans perished, heaps of pus-filled rotting corpses piling high.
A total of twenty-five million people died in agony and despair, and one-third of the population fell victim to this dreadful plague.
Harvesting!
This plague was in fact a grand harvest targeted at humans!
Eventually, the souls and blood of countless deceased were gathered, the quintessence of which was refined into this Philosopher's Stone in Ye Qingzhou's hand.
While Ye Qingzhou attempted to further explore the thods of the Philosopher's Stone's refinent, suddenly, a figure riding a white horse appeared, enveloped in gray-black mist, wrapped in thick shrouds, though corpse fluids and pus continued to seep through the shroud's seams, turning into light smoke that filled the air.
It was the Plague Knight from the Four Knights of the Apocalypse!
"Arrogant one, daring to spy on the power of my god, you are sentenced to death!"
Boom~
A hand wrapped in a shroud hurled a fist, amidst which deadly plagues and viruses lingered like shadows, filling one with dread.
This punch, transcending far-off ti, penetrated through layers of barriers, coming to strike from the past.
Ye Qingzhou's scalp tingled, not daring to hesitate, as he unleashed his full capabilities to block this fearso attack that could shatter his soul.
Five Emperors Dragon Sword Art!
Five-Scalped Emperor Armor!
Third Gear!
Five Dragons Flying Together, Five-Colored Divine Light, Sword Qi intertwined, weaving a dense and layered Celestial Net before him to intercept the blow.
Nevertheless, the Plague Knight's punch, imbued with the Path of Plague, driven by his Celestial King Martial God Cultivation, easily tore apart the sword net constructed by Ye Qingzhou.
Boom~
Five-Scaly Body Protection, Dragon Emperor's Armor!
Cyan Scale Python Armor, Golden Scale Fish Armor, Red Scale Snake Armor, Profound Scale Crocodile Armor, Mountain Scale Rhinoceros Armor, united as one on Ye Qingzhou's body, forming a dense and robust Absolute Barrier.
Even a Martial Saint would struggle to break it in a single strike.
Yet, under the Plague Knight's punch from across ti, it was like paper, quickly shattered.
Third Gear!
Path of Water and Fire, Cell Resonance!
Ye Qingzhou frantically exploited his potential, using the Xuanyuan Sword to protect himself, wielding the power of the Cangyuan Realm to withstand the earth-shattering punch of the Plague Knight.
Clang~
The surging power filled every cell of Ye Qingzhou, and the power of the plague continuously destroyed his vitality, even inducing various mutations in his cells.
Black Death Fist!
What terror could a blow from the Celestial King Martial God be?
This was an unrivaled force that only an Eleventh Layer Heaven-Ascending Realm expert could master, enough to bring even a Martial Saint with ntal Imagery to despair under its force.
Fortunately, this was not the full force strike of the Plague Knight but a projection left in the past, whose power had been worn down by more than eighty percent over the seven centuries and the passage of ti.
Though the Five Emperors Dragon Sword Art and the Five-Scalped Emperor Armor could not block the remaining twenty percent of its power completely, they managed to wear down most of it, leaving Ye Qingzhou to withstand only about ten percent.
Not even ten percent.
Even so, Ye Qingzhou was at death's door, barely fending off the Black Death Fist of the Plague Knight with his cultivation and several profound arts.
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