Chapitre 157: Chapter 118: Infant Gathering Pill, Immortal Martial Battlefield_2

A few breaths later, his fingertips trembled slightly, his voice growing hoarser:

"It is indeed the Heavenly Throne Yanshen Scripture..."

Even though he had weathered many storms, he was hard pressed to control himself at this moment. If such Immortal Ascension Method were to spread, who knows how many cultivators it would kill.

"This is only the beginning; for the rest, you may ask Shen Chuanjiang yourself."

A murmur reached the ears of the Great Man, who suddenly looked up, only to realize that, at some point, Chu Zheng had stepped within ten zhang of him—an almost reachable distance for a cultivator.

The next instant, his vision was completely filled with blinding thunder light, his limbs numbed suddenly as if trapped in a mire, and then it felt as though he was struck by a heavy hammer, flung away.