The Supreme Purity Purple Palace Heavenly Thunder descended. Although Eric Bennett had cultivated the Supreme Purity Origin Scripture and was close to mastery, his face still turned pale. The situation inside the cave mansion was even more tragic.

John Brooks, who had originally been presiding over the formation, immediately let out a miserable scream, blood spurting from his mouth, coughing up blood four or five times without stopping. Logan Harris, who was providing the Blood Fiend Net and was similarly linked by vital energy, also spat out a mouthful of blood from the impact. He was in the midst of controlling the Twelve Soul-Refining Blood Banners, and this injury greatly shook his spirit. The Twelve Soul-Refining Blood Banners instantly lost control, and twelve blood-red shadows appeared on the banners, writhing restlessly.

Logan Harris was immediately alarmed, realizing that his momentary lapse had caused the blood demons on the Twelve Soul-Refining Blood Banners to show signs of breaking free from suppression. These blood demons were all formed from the refined nascent souls of cultivators and harbored deep hatred toward the banner wielder. Normally, they were restrained by forbidden arts and unable to resist, but if they broke free now, he would inevitably suffer backlash.

In this critical moment, he had no time to think. He bit his own tongue, spitting a mouthful of vital blood infused with his essence onto the main banner, chanting loudly, “Ignorant ones, retreat at once!”

A soft sound came from the main banner, which glowed an even deeper crimson. The restless blood demons were immediately suppressed, letting out wails as they retreated back into the banner.

Even so, the blood-red flames atop the phosphorescent long needles on the central crimson pillar instantly weakened, and the pain suffered by the nascent soul was greatly reduced.

Before the two could react, a beam of light rushed in. As the radiance halted, a hand was raised and pointed, and a torrent of thunderbolts surged toward the Twelve Soul-Refining Blood Banners.

A series of explosions rang out in rapid succession. In an instant, half of the blood light on the Twelve Soul-Refining Blood Banners was destroyed. Fortunately, Logan Harris had already withdrawn half of his power; even so, he still let out a miserable cry. Being quick-witted, he immediately spat out another mouthful of vital blood at the first sign of danger.

The Twelve Soul-Refining Blood Banners instantly merged into a single streak of blood light, which fused with Logan Harris and shot straight out of the cave. As soon as they burst out, a scream was heard from outside!

Eric Bennett, holding a thunder talisman in his hand, intended to give chase, but upon seeing the disciple’s nascent soul on the altar, his instincts told him to save his disciple first. This momentary change of heart allowed Logan Harris to escape with the Twelve Soul-Refining Blood Banners. However, the slightly slower John Brooks was not so lucky. The chain thunderbolts exploded at close range on his body; after just two or three strikes, his body was blown to pieces. A mass of red shadow tried to escape, but was immediately obliterated by the relentless thunderbolts.

Although all the crimson light on the altar vanished, the four phosphorescent long needles were still nailed into the nascent soul’s body. Eric Bennett knew that such magical treasures must be linked to the caster’s mind, so without a word, he gestured with his hand, and the four phosphorescent long needles flew out, landing in Eric Bennett’s hand. With both hands together and a faint rumble of thunder, the phosphorescent long needles turned to dust.

He then quickly waved his hand, and a sheet of purple light enveloped the nascent soul’s body. Bathed in this purple light, the nascent soul’s pain was greatly alleviated. Opening its eyes and seeing its master, though only a nascent soul, it managed to cry out, “Master…!”

Two pale purple tears fell.

Normally, a nascent soul would not have tears. These tears appeared because the nascent soul had suffered such severe trauma that some of its vital energy was out of control, and its spirit was so agitated that the tears separated out, creating the rare sight of a nascent soul weeping.

“You unfilial disciple, why aren’t you calming your mind and restoring your energy?” Eric Bennett scolded upon seeing this. Despite his words, seeing his only disciple reduced to such a state filled his heart with sorrow.

Judging by the situation, most of the disciple’s previous cultivation was likely lost, and the very foundation had suffered severe damage. Recovery would be even harder than before, and reincarnation might be the only option. Before reincarnation, he would have to find celestial ointments and jade elixirs to repair the nascent soul.

Placing the nascent soul in his embrace, Eric Bennett left the cave. Upon exiting, he sensed the lingering presence of yin fire and traces of energy in the air. Looking around and seeing no one, only some dust on the ground, he realized the fleeing demon had escaped. Spotting the young master outside, knowing he was the one who had led them here, Eric Bennett’s fury erupted. He immediately unleashed a yin fire pearl, annihilating the young master’s body and soul.

Eric Bennett paid it no further heed. With a shake of his body, a streak of purple light soared up, instantly tearing through the void and vanishing without a trace.

Chapter Two: Journey to the South Sea to Meet Bixia · Graciously Bestowed Medicine in Gratitude

Within Eric Bennett’s Purple Gorge Immortal Arts, although not renowned for spells, cultivation is the foundation of all immortal arts. With Eric Bennett’s current achievements, any escape light he used would be tremendously effective.

Moreover, the Supreme Purity Immortal Escape was itself a top-tier escape technique, making flight incredibly swift. Most importantly, despite the extreme speed and the friction with the outer astral winds that sent up faint red flames and trailed a long tail—making it look like a giant fire phoenix—the person within the protective purple light of the Supreme Purity Immortal Escape was not disturbed in the slightest, not even a flutter of his robe.

In less than two hours, he had flown over the South Sea. He then lowered his escape light and slowed down. Even so, the residual speed was still extraordinary. When he was still more than ten zhang above the sea, the astral wind torn by his high speed carved a long trench in the water’s surface. The shockwaves sent water spraying high and waves crashing in all directions, stretching for dozens of li, the momentum fierce and astonishing beyond imagination.