My Informative Cultivation Life Chapter 490

"The great causality of the Immortal Realm?" Yang Ji saw through his thoughts and was unconcerned. With a flip of his palm, a flash of Immortal Light appeared, and the pitiable Bai Ziqi revealed himself within the realm of his palm.

"You, you dare to suppress me? My master is the Time-Space Elder, you dare to lay a finger on me!" Bai Ziqi suppressed his horror and cried out frantically.

"Now you have two choices, one is to become the Artifact Spirit of the Time Tower, and I assure your True Spirit will not scatter, your will not extinguished. The second is, death!" Yang Ji's face was stern, giving him no chance to speak further, "You have three breaths to consider."

"You, my master is the Time-Space Elder, if you touch me!" Bai Ziqi's pale face flushed red, and he howled fiercely.

"Two!" Yang Ji's voice was frosty.

"My Master is the Time-Space Elder, his Divine Skills vast and mighty, an incomparable Dominator. If you harm me, you will be utterly destroyed, finding neither a burial place nor reincarnation. All traces of your life will be erased from this world!" Bai Ziqi roared.

"Three!"

"Death!"

Yang Ji suddenly turned ruthless, his five fingers clenched fiercely. Twenty-seven Dao Principles converged within his palm, the aura of Great Destruction shook the soul. Bai Ziqi's complexion instantly turned deathly pale, the scent of death closing in inexorably, his intense resentment and despair erupted from his throat.

"Don't kill me, I am willing to be your Artifact Spirit!"

"Heh, heh, when death approaches, no one can remain calm!" the Rotting Wooden Box said with a sneer.

"Open your mind, let me implant restrictions. You only have one chance, and the slightest resistance will lead me to crush your body and obliterate your Primordial Spirit!" Yang Ji was like the Reaper, cold and emotionless.

"You..." Bai Ziqi's face was full of anger, he wanted to resist, but feeling Yang Ji's Divine Sense approaching, he was startled and hurriedly opened his mind completely.

Yang Ji followed suit and implanted the Life and Death Talisman and Destiny Charm in his Primordial Spirit.

Then, he extracted Bai Ziqi's Primordial Spirit and forcibly merged it with the Time Tower. After a series of consecrations, he thoroughly made it the Artifact Spirit of the Time Tower.

The next moment, a powerful surge of Immortal Light erupted from within the Time Tower, emitting a formidable presence as Dao Principles rolled around it.

This Time Tower instantly became a Demi Immortal Instrument, infinitely powerful and surpassing even the Wings of Time-Space in its power to imprison time.

"From now on, if the tower survives, so do you; if the tower is destroyed, so is your life. Bear this in mind!" Yang Ji's words were heavy with caution.

"You..." The Time Tower trembled in the air, Bai Ziqi's voice now carried a cry, it was difficult to imagine a Nine Tribulations Immortal sobbing.

"Ah, Brother Bai!" Lin Hua Jun sighed softly, walked over, and gently touched the tower, consoling, "As long as you live, all is not lost, better than being dead! You are now a powerful Demi Immortal Instrument, you can transform at will, not so different from before, just in a different shell."

"Follow closely behind the master, and if you become an Immortal King Artifact, you will be everlasting, your will spreading across the Myriad Realms, gathering faith, becoming a god and ancestor, revered by all!"

"You are the Time Tower, comparable to an Innate Supreme Treasure, this body does not fall short of your former one!"

"I..." Bai Ziqi cried out miserably, shutting himself off, unwilling to manifest in human form. He could not face them.

He had never imagined that he would end up in such a wretched state, becoming an Artifact Spirit.

He had never imagined that Yang Ji, a mere Three Tribulations Immortal, would be so powerful, a monster who had comprehended twenty-seven Great Dao Principles.

"Maybe, all this is destiny!" Bai Ziqi lamented weakly.

"Ah, Brother Bai, try to look on the bright side!" Lin Hua Jun sighed.

"I'm very interested in the 'Immortal Sacrifice' you control, take it out and let me see!" Yang Ji looked at the Time Tower, now silently crying in the air, and said.

"Here you go!" The Time Tower pulsated, and Bai Ziqi threw out a Jade Slip resentfully.

Yang Ji raised his hand to catch it, glanced at it briefly, and then delved into it with his Divine Sense to inspect it.

"Immortal Sacrifice, offering? Sacrificing one's own Laws in exchange for immense power from some mysterious existence in the vast unknown? A Nine Tribulations Immortal, offering all his comprehended True Immortal Laws, would obtain power terrifyingly potent. No wonder the Immortal Elder was so anxious," Yang Ji frowned, suddenly understanding.

"Sacrificing Laws? I've heard of this secret technique. My master once mentioned it. It's extremely evil, akin to the strong harvesting the destiny of others, as if offering one's soul to demons. Once initiated, your destiny will fall to the lowest point, calamity will follow you. A Cultivator, reaching the realm of a Tribulation Immortal, has condensed countless efforts, destiny, and blessings to comprehend the Great Dao Laws. Within these Laws lay his past destiny. Once sacrificed, it's akin to selling one's soul. Destiny harvested, consequences unbearable. Recovery will be an impossibility because everything has been offered; both fortune and destiny will no longer be with you."

The Rotting Wooden Box didn't hide these words from Bai Ziqi and Lin Hua Jun; it spoke them openly in front of everyone.

"What? The cost is that steep?" Bai Ziqi and Lin Hua Jun were shaken, their complexions suddenly solemn.

"You two should feel lucky you haven't resorted to it, otherwise, with your realm fallen, you'd be worthless, fit only to be crushed to death by a single finger." The Rotting Wooden Box said with a sinister laugh.