Spirit Vessel Chapter 1099: Dead

Chapter 1099: Dead

Tribulation Break - a mysterious technique allowing the practitioner to wield this mysterious affinity belonging to the heavenly dao.

Feiyun wished to use the heavenly dao in order to cut down his lower dantian.

Break! He risked it all and unleashed everything on the indestructible dantian.

A crack was finally formed and golden rays oozed outward, causing him to be resplendent.

Boom! It broke completely and his light shrouded all of the mountain.

Starlights descended like waterfalls while beams shot upward in a magnificent manner.

D-did he do it? Spectators outside the mountain became frozen with disbelief.

Laws and spirit energy began gathering at the peak and formed a great maelstrom around Feiyun.

Fuck! Impossible! The fourth prince of the golden crow staggered backward.

The half-demon was already so strong. If he could break the curse, he would reach an unimaginable level.

Prince Tyrant himself could stay calm no longer. His true body left the market and came to Lotus Spirit Mountain.

Suddenly, the golden light disappeared. When people looked again, there was no one at the peak.

Feiyun had fallen down on the platform, covered in blood and devoid of life. The stench of blood announced his passing.

Whats going on, I clearly felt his power erupting earlier, why is he dead now? One confused member said.

That was the final radiance of the setting sun, the dying flash of his life before extinguishing. Prince Tyrant gazed at the peak and said.

Some laughed at him while others sighed with regret.

Men cannot oppose the heaven, only death awaits. Grandpa Yu grimaced.

Stop that, he cant die that easily. The turtle said.

There is no life left in him. Grandpa Yus dried hands trembled emotionally as he lamented: Half-demons shouldnt have appeared in this world, born to be inferior and subjected to cruelty and prejudice. We shouldnt exist...

I still think that hes alive. The turtle rushed to the peak and said: The idiot is a monster, he cant die this easily...

They got up there and saw the old corpse drowning in a pool of blood. The turtle climbed up the platform and started pulling on Feiyuns finger: Feng Feiyun, get up already, Ill take you around to find some beauties...

Bam! His cold finger dropped to the ground again, causing some blood to splash.

The turtle came over again and smacked Feiyuns head: Motherfucker, get up already! Fine, if you dont want to find girls, we can go drink instead? Yes?

Grandpa, Uncle is dead already, he wont wake up no matter how much you yell at him. The fruit rubbed against his foot.tiknoel. com

Dont you say that! Leave! The turtle poured pills into Feiyuns mouth until it was completely overfilled.

Feiyun, Ive been hiding these pills for a long time now and Im giving it all to you today, eat it and wake up now... not like this...

Feiyun didnt react at all.

The turtle jumped down from his chest and sat down on a boulder, staring at the sky: Hes really dead... sigh, Ive seen this all before, why am I even affected?

Grandpa, youre crying. The fruit said.

Silly one, my eyes are just wet, thats all... The turtle wiped the tears and got up again. He climbed up Feiyun and said: Fine, dont wake up then, I dont care.

Should we bury Uncle? The fruit asked.

Yes, lets pick a good place. The turtle thought about it and said: Wait, hes probably just faking it for a few days and will wake up again.

The turtle then waited for three days. The blood around the corpse has dried up while it turned white.

Grandpa Yu appeared again for the seventh time. He sighed and said: Bury him already. Death is a part of life, dont be so stubborn.

Wait a few more days, leave, Ill stay alone. The turtle insisted.

Grandpa Yu sighed again and left.

Another five days passed as the turtle waited like a statue next to the corpse.

Heavy rain accompanied by thunder descended.

Grandpa, lets bury Uncle already. The fruit asked again.

The blood dragon was up here as well and said: Yes, the guy is dead.

Fuck, Ill beat up whoever says one more thing! Just wait a few more days. Laoshi, make a tent for him too.

The woman in black also watched from a distance. She came over and asked: How long will you keep this up?

The turtle came inside the tent and said: I just feel that he wont die that easily, just a few more days...

She raised her hand and caught some raindrops: It was like this with Lotus Saintess as well, telling herself to wait just a few more days. Ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

Keke, Im not that stupid, Im serious, just a few more days. The turtle said.

Very well. The woman glanced at Feiyun once before leaving.

As she turned around, a lightning bolt suddenly pierced the tent and struck the corpse, scorching it in the process. Smoke and bolts oozed out afterward.

Damn you, heaven! Hes already dead, just leave him alone! The turtle ran out of the tent and pointed at the sky, wanting to fight it.

Grandpa, calm down, calm down!

Yes! Dont be crazy!

The fruit and blood dragon had to stop him.

Meanwhile, the woman stopped and stared at the scorched corpse, confused. She clearly sensed it moving just now.

Get off me, Ill show the heaven not to mess with me when Im mad! The turtle shouted.

Ss! A faint sound came from the corpse.

Did you hear something? The blood dragon asked.

Dont try to change the subject, I gotta deal with this heaven! The turtle said: Wait, I do hear something.

Get back, now. The womans eyes narrowed.

What? The three stared at her.

Creak! Cracks formed on the corpse and large charred pieces started falling down, revealing white flesh beneath with a sacred glow.

More cracks formed and looked like a spiderweb. A monstrous energy rushed out and blinded the three.

Boom! They were sent flying for a thousand miles.

Inside the energy was a young man. It shot him up into the air and broke through the sky vault like a star. The energy billowed and could be sensed more than ten million miles away.

Rumble! Experts from the market ran toward Lotus Spirit Mountain again. This fluctuation of energy was insane, no less than the appearance of a saint.