I Fabricated the Techniques, but My Disciple Really Mastered Them?

The Netherworld Domain had vanished from the Land of Imperishable beyond the realms.

Now, within the Imperishable Land, only a single domain remained, like a magnificent jewel set amidst Chaos.

The Netherworld gazed longingly at the distant domain.

“What happened?”

The Witch Demon Domain crashed into Taicang, yet the anticipated collision of Domain Power, the violent upheaval of the Taicang Domain, or the emergence of a massive Domain chasm did not occur.

Instead, the Taicang Domain seemed to have swallowed the Witch Demon Domain, expanding in size, as if the Taicang Domain Dao Principles became even stronger.

In the Land of Chaotic Imperishable, that magnificent jewel appeared to be shrouded in a layer of radiance, slowly growing in strength and reflecting within the Imperishable Land.

Roar!

An Imperishable True Spirit let out a roar, attempting to enter the domain but halted anxiously, seemingly in awe of that magnificent domain.

“Is it Taicang’s contingency plan? You actually laid it out to this extent?”

The Netherworld murmured to itself.

In its mind, a figure appeared, majestic yet domineering, one who did not use power to oppress, but was still unchallengeable. Even in death, Taicang had arranged this contingency—truly incredible.

After endless time, even though Taicang had perished, his domain remained. The one from the Imperishable Temple had not invaded the Taicang Domain after Taicang’s demise.

“How did you end up defeated?”

The Netherworld mumbled in its heart, unable to imagine to this day, that the one who ended up defeated was Taicang!

“Time is almost up.”

The Netherworld glanced at a place in the Imperishable Land, turning away and leading five Blood Lords to leave. No matter what preparations Taicang had made, or what contingency he had left behind, the final result was already destined.

The moment Taicang fell, it was destined.

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In a certain place in the Imperishable Land, an Imperishable True Spirit, as large as a giant mountain, lay quietly, long devoid of any aura.

This True Spirit had a back like a mountain range, sturdy limbs, but its head was gone, leaving only a corpse as large as a giant mountain with hideous scales.

And around this True Spirit, low roars occasionally echoed. Within Chaos, pairs of gigantic eyes glimmered with a faint cold light.

This was a territory of True Spirits.

Every Imperishable True Spirit had a powerful aura, not weaker than a Minor Domain Master. They moved in groups, residing around the mountain-like True Spirit corpse.

The mountain-like True Spirit corpse was once an incredibly mighty True Spirit, but had perished eons ago.

Its enormous and hard corpse seemed to have transformed into an actual mountain.

Even among the hideous scales, fine, pale-red grasses were growing, as if giving this giant mountain, once a True Spirit, a semblance of life.

A weak True Spirit approached the giant mountain, bowing down and gnawing on the pale-red grasses—one of the food sources for this group of young True Spirits.

Thud!

Suddenly, the True Spirit Corpse Mountain emitted a dull sound, startling the young True Spirits, who screeched and ran back to the True Spirit Horde.

Roar!

A low roar sounded, and the leader of the True Spirit Horde issued a deep growl toward the Corpse Mountain.

The Corpse Mountain ceased its movements, and the warning intent in the True Spirit leader’s eyes gradually faded, returning to resting.

In the Imperishable Land, the Chaos extended boundlessly. No one knew how many Imperishable True Spirits survived, or how many once exceedingly powerful True Spirits had fallen, their corpses transforming into giant mountains.

This True Spirit Corpse Mountain was unremarkable in the Imperishable Land, even somewhat ordinary.

Yet the interior of this True Spirit Corpse Mountain had long been hollowed out, becoming a secret hideout.

Moreover, the giant mountain formed from this True Spirit had a unique trait: it could gather and hide its aura from detection.

“The Witch Demon Domain has disappeared.”

Inside the Corpse Mountain, in the dim confines, a pair of eyes opened.

The person sitting cross-legged in the secret chamber had a high forehead, giant eyes, hair like monstrous worms, terrifying and intimidating. A robust body exuded a mighty presence.

However, at this moment, his eyes appeared somewhat dim, his face pale, and his aura seemed weak.

Even his hair, resembling monstrous worms, appeared lifeless.

Witch Demon!

He was the Master of the Witch Demon Domain, one of the Seven Great Domain Masters!

This was his true form!

The Witch Demon glanced solemnly at a certain place, lingering in silence for a long time before he finally sighed.

“Has the Imperishable Temple already started to act? I have yet to recover.”

With a sigh, the monstrous worm-like hair gradually normalized, and the high forehead, giant eyes were replaced by the appearance of a mighty man.

This was the Witch Demon’s human form!

After transforming into his human form, though the monstrous worm appearance of the hair was gone, it looked dull, without any sheen.

“I can’t continue like this, it’s time to take a risk—I must recover urgently.”

The Witch Demon’s gaze gradually turned icy and determined.

“Even if I, the Witch Demon, perish, I will make sure the Imperishable Temple pays the price.”

The Witch Demon stood up, slowly walking out of the hiding place in the True Spirit Corpse Mountain, looking at the group of Imperishable True Spirits outside the Corpse Mountain.

Boom!

Suddenly, the True Spirit Corpse Mountain exploded, and a ferocious, terrifying figure emerged. A massive body stood upright in the Imperishable Land, its hair like monstrous worms, waving and swinging, with giant arms and claws sharp as blades.

Roar!

The True Spirits let out a growl, but the sound revealed a tone of dread.

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