119: Chapter 119 Immortal Slave

Jiang Changge stopped three zhang away from the light curtain.

The moment he steadied himself, a pressure so immense it was suffocating surged from behind the light curtain, slamming violently into him.

Even if it were just a corpse dead for countless millennia, even if it were only a lingering wisp of Immortal Qi, it was enough to make any Cultivator in the mortal realm tremble with terror.

If an ordinary Tribulation Transcender were standing here, they would likely have already been crushed to their knees by this pressure, unable to move.

But Jiang Changge only frowned slightly.

A faint layer of white light quietly lit up on his body, enveloping him entirely; the moment he stepped into the crack in the Seal, the System had automatically activated its protection.

Jiang Changge breathed a sigh of relief inwardly; having the System around was truly worry-free.

He stood where he was, his gaze passing through the cracks in the light curtain, attempting to glimpse the scene behind the Seal.

But behind the light curtain was only Chaos; nothing could be seen clearly, only that increasingly intense aura of Immortal Qi constantly battering his senses.

"System, how much longer can this Seal hold?" Jiang Changge asked in his mind.

[Ding, based on the current rate of decay of the Seal, if there is no external interference, the Seal will completely collapse within three to five years.]

Three to five years—it was neither long nor short.

Jiang Changge pondered for a moment and was about to step toward the light curtain when his heart suddenly stirred, and his footsteps halted.

The runes on that light curtain lit up the moment he stared at them, as if something behind the light curtain was sensing his presence.

Jiang Changge gripped his xuanchen whisk tightly, his spiritual power slowly circulating within his body.

The runes on the light curtain flickered faster and faster, becoming increasingly dense.

In the grotto, there was a deathly silence.

The next moment, the light curtain suddenly vibrated violently.

Those dim runes lit up simultaneously at this moment, erupting with blinding light that illuminated the entire grotto.

Amidst the light, a phantom slowly emerged from behind the light curtain.

It was the figure of a middle-aged man with a slender build, dressed in moon-white Daoist robes, with a touch of coldness and arrogance between his brows.

His long hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, with a few loose strands falling onto his shoulders, and a faint Immortal Qi lingered around his body.

Although it was a phantom, it seemed as solid as if it could be touched.

Jiang Changge's gaze landed on that phantom, his pupils slightly contracting; he could feel that this phantom was not an ordinary remnant soul.

The middle-aged man's gaze shifted from the light curtain and landed on Jiang Changge.

That gaze was like two sharp swords, stabbing straight into Jiang Changge's eyes, as if wanting to see through him completely from the inside out.

Jiang Changge did not retreat or speak; he just watched the phantom quietly, his expression unchanged.

The middle-aged man watched him for a moment, a trace of confusion and then surprise flashing in his eyes.

"A mortal body?"

He spoke, his voice not loud but carrying an indescribable sense of vicissitudes and etherealness, as if it had traveled through time and space from endless ages ago.

"No, not a mortal body."

He shook his head, his brows slightly furrowed: "On your body, there is a certain power that even I cannot see through."

Jiang Changge still did not speak; with the System's concealment, even an Immortal could not see through him.

The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and stood above the light curtain, looking down at Jiang Changge.

"How many years has it been." His voice carried a touch of emotion and reminiscence, "You are the first person to reach this place."

"Being able to reach here shows you have some ability."

He paused, his gaze adding a touch of scrutiny: "But if you wish to enter the Seal, relying on just this ability is not enough."

As his voice fell, he raised his hand and waved.

On the light curtain, those originally dim runes suddenly lit up, erupting with a light even more blinding than before.

Amidst the light, an invisible force surged from the light curtain, transforming into a giant transparent palm that pressed down toward Jiang Changge.

Before the giant palm arrived, that terrifying pressure had already descended first.

If not for the System's protection, Jiang Changge had no doubt he would be crushed directly by this palm.

He gently waved the xuanchen whisk in his hand, and a gentle white light surged from the whisk's tail, colliding violently with that giant transparent palm.

There was no loud noise, no explosion, only two forces silently annihilating each other in the Void Realm.

A trace of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

He looked down at the whisk in Jiang Changge's hand, his gaze lingering for a moment, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"A Supreme Magical Artifact."

He murmured softly, his tone carrying a touch of surprise and also a touch of relief: "No wonder you could reach here."

Jiang Changge stood holding the whisk, his expression remaining calm.

The whisk he had just performed, while seemingly light and casual, had actually utilized thirty percent of the xuanchen whisk's power.

Yet, the phantom opposite him had not even retreated half a step when taking that blow.

This person—no, this soul—was definitely no ordinary being.

[Ding, System notification: The current phantom is not an Immortal's remnant soul, but an Immortal Servant.]

[Immortal Servant: A guardian refined by ancient Immortals to protect their own corpses, crafted using an Immortal's essence blood as a guide and secret techniques; neither alive nor dead, existing between the virtual and the real. Its strength is equivalent to a Half-Step Immortal, but due to its special form of existence, ordinary methods can hardly harm it in the slightest.]

[The sole purpose of an Immortal Servant's existence is to guard the Immortal's corpse from being coveted by outsiders. If the Host wishes to reinforce the Seal or collect the Immortal's corpse, they must first defeat the Immortal Servant.]

After reading the System's notification, Jiang Changge understood.

An Immortal Servant—not an Immortal, yet better than an Immortal.

Facing an ordinary Half-Step Immortal, with the xuanchen whisk in hand, he was not afraid in the slightest.

But this Immortal Servant's form of existence was special, and ordinary means could hardly harm it, which was somewhat troublesome.

However, troublesome as it was, since he had already come, he had to try.

At this moment, the Immortal Servant had already attacked again, and Jiang Changge reacted quickly.

While retreating rapidly, he swept the xuanchen whisk out in front of him, and a white arc of light surged from the whisk's tail, carving a semi-circular barrier in the Void Realm.

"Clang—!"

With a deafening sound of metal clashing, the Immortal Servant's figure appeared before the barrier, a pale palm striking that white barrier.

Jiang Changge felt a jolt in his heart; the power of this strike was several times stronger than the previous palm, and if not for the xuanchen whisk's sufficiently formidable defensive power, he would likely have been sent flying.

The Immortal Servant withdrew its hand and looked down at its own palm; a faint scorch mark was slowly dissipating in the center of the palm.

"A Supreme Magical Artifact, it truly has some tricks." He raised his head, his gaze landing on the xuanchen whisk, a trace of greed flashing in his eyes.

"It's a pity that in your hands, it is a waste of a precious treasure."

Before his voice had faded, he moved again.

This time, his speed was fast to the extreme.

Three figures appeared simultaneously in the Void Realm, pouncing toward Jiang Changge from three directions; each figure was as solid as a real entity, making it impossible to distinguish which was real and which was fake.