My low-key cultivation of immortality was discovered by the emperor in my diary.

Chapter 287 Self-Destruction within the Cauldron, Difficulty Level Chencang

In Chu Lengyu's view, the most alarming thing about Wei Sheng's words was the "god of plague".

She snorted coldly and warned, "If you still have anything to hide, I advise you to tell me now, or you will bear the consequences."

Wei Sheng's face turned pale, and he hurriedly waved his hands, his eyes filled with fear: "Fellow Daoist Chu, everything I have said is true, without the slightest falsehood. My life is now in your hands, I beg you to spare my life. I am willing to serve you wholeheartedly, even at the cost of my life!"

"I'll give you one more chance. Tell me everything you know about the God of Plague, without holding anything back," she said slowly.

Wei Sheng sensed the coldness in Chu Lengyu's tone and couldn't help but feel a sense of panic.

If he doesn't provide some valuable information, he'll likely have a hard time saving his life.

However, he still had reservations and dared not reveal everything.

Not only because saying too much leads to mistakes, but also because once too much is revealed, it is easy for others to find flaws.

Furthermore, these messages about the God of Plague are undoubtedly priceless secrets in the lower realms. If they were easily leaked to the enemy, it would be tantamount to aiding the enemy in their self-destruction.

He secretly sized up Chu Lengyu in front of him, thinking to himself: This fellow Daoist Chu seems to know very little about the Demon Realm, and my identity as a parasitic race is my last resort.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, everything I've said is true. The power of the Plague Gods is indeed formidable, but they are far too ancient, and this is all I know." His eyes flickered slightly, still trying to conceal the truth.

Seeing this, Chu Lengyu had lost her patience.

With a gentle wave of her hand, a deep red restrictive force instantly wrapped around Wei Sheng's nascent soul.

"Ah!" Wei Sheng let out a shrill scream, his nascent soul suffering terribly from the torment of the restrictive power.

It was a pain that penetrated to the bone marrow and pierced the soul, as if countless tiny flames were leaping and burning on his nascent soul.

Bound by the restrictive power, he was unable to move an inch and could only endure this endless pain, unable to escape.

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk!” he shouted hurriedly. “The plague gods want to gain more power through sacrifices. They will break the boundaries and expand the influence of the demon realm to other worlds.”

He gritted his teeth and finally revealed an important piece of information: "After obtaining the coordinates of the new lower realm through sacrifice, the God of Plague will send his followers to travel to other worlds, build larger altars, and then use the altars to teleport more demon soldiers here."

Wei Sheng's nascent soul trembled slightly under the restraint of the restrictive power.

He could clearly feel the chilling killing intent emanating from Chu Lengyu.

Like a sharp blade, it hung over his neck.

In order to save his life, he had to temporarily abandon the cover-up.

Chu Lengyu removed the restrictive power, and Wei Sheng's nascent soul was finally freed from the pain, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

But she was tired of Wei Sheng's sweet talk.

With a flick of her finger, a sharp sword aura shot out, aiming directly at the Nascent Soul trapped within layers of seals.

The sword energy, like a rainbow, carrying a chilling killing intent, instantly pierced through the Nascent Soul's body.

"Ah—!" Wei Sheng let out an extremely shrill scream, his expression twisted so distorted it was almost unrecognizable.

Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the tiny nascent soul, like broken porcelain. Strands of light, concentrated with the power of the nascent soul, emanated from the cracks, exuding a chilling aura.

At this critical juncture of life and death, Wei Sheng seemed to have made his final decision.

The power of his nascent soul surged wildly within him, preparing for a self-destructive act that would destroy everything in his path.

At such close range, even with layers of restrictions, the self-destruction of a Nascent Soul cultivator willingly sacrificing everything before death was enough to pose a great threat to Chu Lengyu, and could even seriously injure her.

At this critical moment, Chu Lengyu showed no fear or hesitation.

Instead of teleporting away to avoid the impending deadly threat, she swiftly summoned an ancient and mysterious nine-cauldron.

The bronze tripod is engraved with intricate patterns, as if it contains the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.

With a flick of her finger, Chu Lengyu caused the cauldron to rapidly enlarge, completely enveloping Wei Sheng's nascent soul.

Wei Sheng originally only wanted to use the threat of self-destruction to force Chu Lengyu to retreat, thus creating another opportunity for himself to escape.

However, he never expected that Chu Lengyu would so decisively summon a cauldron-shaped magic weapon to trap him inside.

Looking at the bronze cauldron that had trapped him so tightly, a look of astonishment flashed in Wei Sheng's eyes.

However, in this life-or-death situation, he had no time to think and could only grit his teeth and decide to really self-destruct.

Only by risking their lives can they create a glimmer of hope for themselves.

Wei Sheng's nascent soul continued to crack on the surface, while the pure spiritual energy within it was compressed again and again until it reached an unprecedented extreme.

With eyes closed and mind focused, all thoughts converged into one, and Wei Sheng of the Myriad Stars Alliance concentrated his life's cultivation into that one point about to erupt.

Then, a deafening roar, accompanied by a dazzling light, like the rising sun, attempted to annihilate everything, including the bronze cage that imprisoned him!

However, the bronze cauldron absorbed all of Wei Sheng's self-destruction power without leaking out at all.

The light inside the cauldron flickered, like fireworks exploding, brilliant but fleeting.

Wei Sheng's Nascent Soul self-destruction within the Nine Cauldrons was nothing more than a magnificent fireworks display, failing to cause Chu Lengyu the slightest harm.

Looking at the bronze cauldron that remained perfectly still and undisturbed, his heart was filled with despair.

He finally realized that he was truly doomed this time.