Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1378 Disaster
"The White Qilin is indeed not here!"

Rolling black mist filled the sky and earth. Shen Sou, who was in the clouds, was overjoyed. In his raised hand, he still held the scroll of imperial edict. The light had dimmed, but it was still so sharp that people couldn't help but look away.

On the other end, the raging demonic wind had already subsided, hanging far in the sky, almost becoming a black dot on the horizon.

'That guy surnamed Luo is really good at running.'

This Master Luo was naturally not very capable. Three hundred years had passed like flowing water, and he had used them all for life-saving and disaster-avoiding techniques. Seeing that the situation was not good, he let him pass to break the formation while he had already taken off far away. His speed was simply amazing!
Fortunately, Shen Sou had no grudge against him and had no intention of causing him any trouble at the moment.
'Those rogue cultivators from the Southern Frontier are utterly worthless; chasing them is troublesome, killing them is troublesome too. The Li family's treasure trove is the real prize; if we chase after them, who knows what treasures might have been missed!'

The situation in the world had been completely transformed. Seeing that everything was going according to his wishes, Qiu Shenshi felt much more at ease, and his eyes showed great joy. However, he glanced at the darkness beneath his feet without showing any emotion, deliberately took a step back, and shouted sharply:
"We will hold them off. With the great array barrier broken, we will wait for the old master to level the array base!"

Shen Sou was overjoyed upon hearing this:
'You know what's good for you!'

At this moment, the great formation is broken, and Li Quewan and others, as well as Guanghou, are still in the sky. Although true qi permeates the area and suppresses all directions, it is only a matter of time before they can escape. They must run away. Whoever is stopped or held back is very likely to gain supernatural power!
Their own Grand Master had already gone down to loot treasures. If they were to lose their composure now and swarm down, wouldn't that leave Shen Sou alone here? This Master Qiu clearly realized he couldn't win the argument and was backing down!

Seeing that the other party was willing to share the blame and keep all the good stuff for himself, how could he be unwilling? He laughed loudly and said:
"Mrs. Sun is grateful!"

"Boom!"

The two joined forces to block the supernatural power in the sky again, but the old man in red had already descended on the wind, stood with his hands behind his back, and immediately saw the towering Xuan Platform.

The ground was shaking violently. One could vaguely see the disheveled Jia Zan on the stage. He only let out a loud laugh, his greedy gaze sweeping over the feather fan in the other's hand:

"I'll use you as a sacrifice for the flag!"

So he took a step forward with great momentum, and his supernatural power locked the real person on the platform. Jia Zan was already seriously injured and his cultivation was far inferior to his. Although he had cultivated a true fire, he could only barely rise from the sea of ​​wood and was about to fall.

But the old man in red suddenly froze.

A sense of danger, like the bite of insects, crept into his heart and spread throughout his mind. No matter how his divine powers responded, he could not find the source of it. However, a chill ran down his spine. Startled, he turned his head sharply!
A golden reflection appeared in my eyes.

'This is…'

This golden color, so captivating, so like water and light, has transformed into a thick mist, seemingly just a beautiful scene, harmless to humans and animals. But in the eyes of this great master, it is as terrifying as a venomous snake—his spiritual consciousness is completely empty!

'What the hell!'

In this critical moment, his supernatural powers suddenly responded, automatically activating and bathing his entire body in golden-green light:
"The Forest of Delusions"!
This life-destiny supernatural power was the supernatural power that enabled him to attain enlightenment, and it was also his greatest reliance on getting to where he is today. It was invincible. Now, once it responded, it finally blocked a swaying, illusory dense forest in front of the heavy light of the Lesser Sun.

But the light came too quickly and too fiercely. The person who devised the plan was very clever. There was a faint golden aura mixed in with it. The light shattered the dense forest and smashed it all over his face.

"Alas!"

The old man in red seemed to have been struck by a rapidly approaching comet. His head was thrown high, and all the thoughts in his mind were wiped out in that instant. He didn't know where he was or what he was doing; he only felt an empty, aching pain.

"puff!"

The dignified Master Ji Mu, a grandmaster in the art of self-preservation, suddenly turned ashen-faced and spat out a mouthful of blood, which transformed into countless rolling golden beads on the ground, clattering and rolling before the steps.

All the magical powers in the sky vanished in an instant, revealing a blank sky.

"grown ups!"

After all, he was the Great Master Ji Mu. Even after being caught off guard by such a scheme, he was only momentarily stunned. This moment came quickly and went quickly. Shen Sou's surprised and doubtful questions echoed throughout the heavens and earth, immediately dispelling the blankness in his mind. The old man felt that his mind was a mess, and the blur before his eyes gradually became clear white, revealing one horizontal and vertical ravine after another.

This is the floor of the Xuantai (a type of traditional Chinese altar).

He found himself kneeling on the ground, his hands somehow resting on the steps, facing the ground. The rolling flames had long since dissipated, presumably because the difference in strength was too great, and Jia Zan, having seized this opportunity, dared not take advantage of it to harm him, and had fled to the ends of the earth.

'Calamity... It's calamity... Damn it!'
The methods of gathering wood to suppress the Lesser Yin and eliminate floods are still superficial. But what lies before us is a calamity for the Lesser Yang!

This is absolutely unbelievable!
"Who was the beast who set up this formation! How could there be such a vicious person in the world, placing the calamity of the Lesser Yang Path within this formation, and by what means will they inflict upon this old man!"

'This kind of thing was extremely valuable and rare even in ancient times, how could it suddenly appear here!'

He felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and all his supernatural powers seemed to be burning. The most fatal thing was the range of his spiritual sense. Like all the cultivators who had suffered calamities in the records, his spiritual sense was pitifully maintained on the surface of his body, and only now was there a slight tendency to push it back.

"Cough cough..."

He coughed up blood again, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"It's one thing for Jia Zan to be incompetent, but Li Shi is, after all, a young woman in charge, who doesn't know how to plan. If a mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivator were to guard this platform..."

But the opponent's best opportunity has already been missed—as the Great Master Ji Mu, as long as he is given this little bit of breathing time, he can immediately use his supernatural powers to temporarily suppress his injuries. Even if it is not convenient for him to fight, he can retreat at will!

He raised an eyebrow slightly, and his expression suddenly stiffened for a moment.

My neck felt icy cold.

Before he knew it, a crescent-shaped halberd blade was already lying across his side. The exaggeratedly shaped halberd was held upside down in his hand, radiating a chilling light, and he could vaguely see his stiff face reflected on the cold blade.

He followed his gaze upwards, and there appeared on the steps a pair of black boots, as black as ink, with smooth lines and fine gold patterns.

Dan Yin's gaze shifted upwards, meeting those golden eyes that looked down at him.

The old man's gaze froze.

'Oh... I see, Li Zhouwei, all done, it's all over.'

Of course he recognized it. Shan Yin had seen the great battle in Dalingchuan clearly and was terrified by it. So when those striking golden eyes appeared in front of him, his first reaction was numbness after being too shocked.

A trembling smile appeared on his face. In this extremely awkward and terrifying moment, he unhesitatingly abandoned all pretense of dignity and muttered incoherently:
"So it's the King of Wei... I've come uninvited... Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut..."

"Qiang!"

The crisp sound of a sword being drawn filled his ears. All the supernatural powers in the sky seemed to be frozen in amber in that instant. The magnificent Heavenly Gate had somehow been suppressed on his back, filling the entire world.

The sky is bright and clear!

The true qi in the sky was instantly dispersed. Shen Sou's expression quickly changed from doubt to horror. Qiu Shenshi was even more incredulous than him, standing there frozen in place. Only the jade mountain collapsed with a crash. Li Quewan silently put away the spiritual treasure.

All eyes were focused on that patch of skylight. The man in black stood at the Heavenly Gate, giving no glance to Shan Yin on the ground, but gazing indifferently at the horizon.

"Fellow Daoist, it's time to make a move."

On the other side of his gaze, a Taoist nun emerged on the wind. She was dressed in a very mature manner, but her face looked quite young, with delicate and petite features.

The monk from Changhuai Mountain.

Pingyan.

Her expression was heavy, mixed with disbelief. Her red lips moved, but she could barely speak. Her slender hand rested on the sword at her waist, tightening and loosening repeatedly.

The immortal, filled with shock and anger, suddenly looked towards a certain spot in the vast emptiness and said:

"Is this what the Yang family wants?"

But the dark, oppressive energy retreated silently, and no one answered him. A bright, lesser yin light rose in the sky, and the middle-aged master rose into the air, laughing loudly:

"Let me, Qiao, see what Changhuai is capable of!"

"Boom!"

A bright halo exploded in the sky and the earth. The Great Immortal Mingyang in the sky paid no attention to the two intertwined divine powers, nor did he look at the Shu Kingdom's divine powers in the sky who were filled with fear and unease. Instead, he lowered his head and his cold and sharp gaze fell on the old man.

The order to attack Song was obviously issued from the Shu Emperor's palace, but how could Changhuai Mountain, as the superior sect, not know about it? He deliberately condoned it, which led to today's outcome!

This Grand Master Pingyan, Qing Tangyin's junior sister, had been secretly watching from the void, ready to intervene or balance the situation at any time!
Li Zhouwei's intention in having these supernatural beings break the formation was also for this reason!

Dan Yin was certainly not a formidable figure, but the Ji Mu Dao lineage was difficult to harm and easy to escape. Holding off a Great True Person was no problem at all. Once he made a move, he would hand over the entire course of the battle to the Daoist nun Ping Yan, who was secretly monitoring the situation in the Great Void.

Once this formation is broken, this extremely precious Lesser Yang Calamity will strike, and with Li Zhouwei personally ambushing Shan Yin, even if the old man is able to save his life, he will inevitably fall into the Mingyang Suppression.

Sacrificing this spiritual array not only gave him a legitimate reason to launch the attack, but also put the initiative of the entire battle in his own hands. Most importantly, it crippled one of the enemy's Great Masters!

At this moment, the white qilin looked down from its high position, making the old master Sun feel a chill run down his spine.

The "Visiting the Heavenly Gate" technique relentlessly eroded his Wood Element energy, resonating with the calamities within him, making it extremely unbearable. This intense chill assaulted his mind, intensifying his horror:
'How could this be? How could this be… Where are the cultivators from Gu County? Where is that Long Kangyao from Buzaotian? A group of people blew him into the sky, just watching as the white Qilin calmly retreated unharmed!'

His gloomy gaze swept rapidly across the room, the burning intensity in his voice growing stronger, and he couldn't help but feel a final trace of resentment:
'What if he was injured? What if he escaped only after sustaining injuries…'

So he lowered his head slightly and said nothing more. But in that instant, what flashed before him were countless palace gates, as if he had fallen into an abyss surrounded by endless royal palaces!
"Emperor's View of the Yuan Dynasty"!
With Qiao Wenliu blocking Ping Yan in the sky, Li Zhouwei naturally went all out.

As endless golden light unfolded before his eyes, Shan Yin certainly did not recognize the divine power before him, but he still remembered the scene in Dalingchuan back then. Even the mighty Changxiao had to be frightened away by this divine power that spanned the sky!

A terrifying pressure descended upon him in an instant. Bright light flashed in all directions, and the calamity within his body began to wreak havoc. Before Shan Yin could react, intense colorful light spread before his eyes, making him dizzy and disoriented. The bright flames of Li Huo had already exploded!
[Southern Emperor Xuanzhao]!
He felt a heavy blow to his heart and lungs, but the Wood Gathering Divine Power continuously healed his injuries. In just ten rounds, the last bit of hope in his heart finally vanished – he couldn't see that the King of Wei had any injuries at all.

Shan Yin hadn't expected the situation to change so quickly, but reason told him that the tide had turned!

"puff!"

As he coughed up blood, he vaguely saw a dark figure approaching, suddenly piercing his heart and lungs, exploding and shattering on his body. He finally heard the cold laughter from above:
"Master Sun, have you given up yet?"

'A farce…a complete farce! On this sacred mountain, the True Immortals under the Golden Core cultivators can't even keep an eye on where a Qilin is, letting it escape so easily. They might as well all be dead, hiding in the formation and lying in ambush!'

Watching the King of Wei slowly take out the spirit urn from his sleeve, even though the flames on his body quickly went out and half of Shan Yin's face was already broken, he could only lower his head bitterly—a man as sensible as him had no intention of being loyal to Western Shu, and of course he knew what the price of resisting would be.

'I'm sure he'll kill me…'

'If I hadn't been struck by that calamity... I might have been able to hold him off... but who knows what kind of precious ancient calamity energy it was, that it actually severely damaged my vitality!'

He felt as if his heart and lungs were on fire, and mouthful after mouthful of blood kept gushing into his throat. Suppressed by this great master, the calamity within him began to rage, bringing increasingly terrifying destruction. Weighing the pros and cons, he decisively lowered his head and whispered:

"I will not disturb you further; I only wish that the King of Wei will spare my grandson!"

He was referring to Shen Sou, but there was no reply from the heavens above. Instead, the heavens gradually tightened their grip on the urn, gently tucking it into their sleeves. Only then did they turn around and look. The entire world dissolved, and the terrifying heavenly light descended upon the earth once more.

His sharp, golden eyes swept over them.

Everyone present was astonished!

The supernatural beings in the sky did not observe the scene on the ground. They only knew that this Great Master was temporarily suppressed, and the only reason they could keep everyone's hopes up was that Great Master Shan Yin could stall for time...

All that could be seen was the black urn held in the hands of the King of Wei.

What does it mean?
'You, Shan Yin… a dignified Great Master… you just knelt down in the Imperial Temple, kicked your legs, and ended up in someone's urn?'

Qiu Shenshi stared in disbelief, dumbfounded. Shen Sou, unaware of the calamity, assumed that the change had been intercepted by the King of Wei. He was even more ashamed and embarrassed, his eyelids trembling as he stared intently at the sunlight, making sure that his old master was gone!
'The Sun family doesn't want to offend Mingyang, but you, sir, could at least put on an act…'

But he didn't have time to think any further—what was he waiting for?
"Boom!"

Various supernatural powers exploded in the sky, and no one paid any attention to Ping Yan, who was still fighting in the air. One after another, streaks of light rose up in a rush, collapsed with a bang, and fled rapidly to the west.

Whether it was Qiu Shenshi or Shen Sou, they were either horrified or grieving at this moment, but they couldn't care less. Their hearts were filled with fear—if Li Zhouwei caught them, what kind of fate could they possibly have?
'Even if I'm not killed by him, he'll capture me and send me to the Song court. Then I'll kneel before the Song Emperor with that old Taoist priest. I'll be caught between death and surrender...'

The previously suppressed supernatural powers suddenly erupted. Following this, amidst the thick smoke and sand, Shangguan Mi seemed to have gained some insight. He looked up and gazed intently, and indeed, he saw those golden eyes gazing towards him from afar. His heart trembled, and he let out a deep sigh.
"My life is over!"

(End of this chapter)