Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World

Chapter 1533: Chapter 712: Surviving the Calamity, Obtaining Inferior Immortal Fate

"Are you a True Immortal of the Cursed Race? How can you appear here?"

"Could it be that you have become traitors and sided with the Immortal Race?"

Jiang Fan squinted his eyes slightly.

He hadn’t spent a century in the Immortal Realm idly.

He had naturally figured out what the Immortal Race truly was.

The so-called Immortal Race consists of the Ten Longevity Races, altogether ten immense tribes.

Each tribe represents a path of the Dao.

The True Immortal he encountered in the Mortal World belonged to the Greed Race, cultivating the Greed Dao.

And the True Immortal before him was from the Cursed Race, cultivating the Curse Dao.

This is why the other party was filled with immense cursed immortal power.

It seemed that every hair and drop of blood on his body contained terrifying curse energy.

In fact, it was true.

Every Immortal from the Cursed Race is a huge trouble.

Not only can they freely curse enemies, but even if they die, they create curses, dragging enemies down with them.

Even their remains are sources of curses, capable of polluting vast land areas.

Any living beings close to these areas would suffer from the curses of the deceased True Immortal from the Cursed Race.

"Ha ha, traitors? Sounds so unpleasant."

"Exactly, we are just being smart. This world is already ruled by the Immortal Race, so why stubbornly resist? Why not embrace a new tribe?"

"Indeed, if being a dog for the Immortal Race allows us to survive, then why shouldn’t we? We don’t want to die under the demon tide."

"Since those old folks want us dead, why shouldn’t we retaliate? Fellow Daoist Jiang, join us. Why sacrifice for those fools in Linwu City?"

Zhao He, Cheng Yuan, Xu Senhe, Golden Burning Peak, Lu Pangen, and others all tried to dissuade Jiang Fan.

They believed if he didn’t resist, they could save their strength without much damage.

After all, if it really comes to a fight, the combat power of a True Immortal is quite extraordinary.

If it can be avoided, then there’s no need to fight.

"This isn’t the territory of the Immortal Race; why are you here?"

Jiang Fan ignored these fellows, focusing on the True Immortal from the Cursed Race in front of him.

He wanted to know what the other party’s true purpose was.

If a True Immortal from the Cursed Race appeared here, then the Immortal Race was likely eyeing Linwu City.

When the time comes, the calamity would not be just this.

So he needed to prepare in advance.

"Fools, the whole Immortal Realm is our Immortal Race’s territory."

"You are merely lucky, able to scrape by in the Immortal Realm."

"Once the ancestors awaken, all of you will die."

"But for now, we won’t make it easy for you, slowly devouring your dominions."

"Enough, I’m tired of talking about these things; be good and become my slave."

The True Immortal from the Cursed Race sneered coldly.

As he spoke, he immediately intended to act, to completely curse the True Immortal before him.

Once cursed, the True Immortal would surely become his servant, just like the other True Immortals beside him.

Using this ability, he could enslave the True Immortals in this region one by one.

After that, he could undoubtedly make great contributions to the Cursed Race.

"Enough, let’s just kill you."

Jiang Fan looked at the group of True Immortals indifferently.

He flipped his palm, and a palm-sized, glossy lotus lamp slowly emerged. Crafted from seven-colored glass, the lamp’s petals layered densely, each etched with intricate ancient Dao Patterns. Seven innate Spirit Jades encrusted in its base gently emanated immortal sounds, revealing its identity as the Immortal Artifact – the Seven-Colored Lotus Lamp.

"Rise!" Jiang Fan shouted softly as his True Immortal Cultivation exploded without reservation, the immense immortal power around him rushing like rivers, infusing entirely into the Seven-Colored Lotus Lamp.

Instants later, the lotus lamp rose into the air, growing to several feet high. Its lid opened, and a sacred and commanding seven-colored Immortal Light burst forth from the lamp, instantly tearing through the black fog, illuminating the entire abandoned Immortal City.

A weak wisp of seven-colored flame quietly ignited atop the lamp wick, rapidly swelling and transforming into an endless Seven-Colored Immortal Fire, like a Star River pouring down, akin to the blazing sun incinerating the heavens. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet interweaved, each wisp of Immortal Fire emitting faint golden light. This contained the immortal essence of Heaven and Earth Laws, resonating intensely with the Dao Patterns of the world, producing a humming vibration.

The Seven-Colored Immortal Fire passed over, dissolving the black fog like ice meeting scorching sun, turning it into wisps of bluish smoke devoured by the Immortal Fire. The deadly miasma and curse energy seeping from ground cracks were also sizzled by the Immortal Fire, completely burning away the malice and decay in the air.

"Die."

Jiang Fan’s eyes remained cold as he pointed his finger, the myriad Seven-Colored Immortal Flames instantly condensed into a sword over several feet long, tearing through the void with a sharp whistle, directly stabbing toward the True Immortal of the Cursed Race.

"How is this possible? Such a powerful Immortal Artifact, how can a mere True Immortal possess it?"

"Who are you really?"

The pupils of the True Immortal from the Cursed Race shrank abruptly, waves of shock surged inside him.

He immediately recognized that this was something unmatched by ordinary Immortal Artifacts.

The contained might was enough to kill him.

Yet such a powerful Immortal Artifact shouldn’t be something a mere True Immortal could control, but the opponent clearly did.

Undoubtedly, the background of this True Immortal in front of him was not simple.

However, now wasn’t the time to ponder these matters; if he couldn’t defend against this, he was certainly dead.