I have Taoism and can understand other worlds

Chapter 592 Are you not dead yet?

The third eye shone with golden light, with a hint of crimson mixed in.

Jiang Wen looked up at the giant spirit's halberd, the golden light from its three eyes striking the halberd. He took a step forward, his wooden whip wielded with all his might.

The blood of the true dragon burned rapidly within his body, coalescing into an unparalleled power.

"Give it to me, broken!"

Boom-!
A sudden clap of thunder caused the halberd and wooden whip to shatter.

Thunderclouds gathered, and lightning struck from all directions.

The giant spirit, wielding a long halberd, leaned backward. The halberd plunged into the ground, carving a crater dozens of miles deep before finally halting its advance.

"Impossible!" the giant spirit roared. "This is... the power of a dragon, a true dragon!"

Hearing the roar of the giant spirit god, Jiang Wen gasped for breath. He swallowed several golden pills to quickly heal the damage to his body.

The consumption of true dragon blood had already damaged his meridians somewhat. After all, true dragon blood was no ordinary substance; the immense power of the true dragon impacted his entire body. If he hadn't cultivated the orthodox methods of Taoism, whose internal magical power was pure and capable of encompassing all laws, he might have died from the burning effects of the true dragon blood.

After all, the power of a true dragon is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

As the intense magical power gradually cooled, Jiang Wen looked at the crazed giant spirit god. After that attack, the giant spirit god didn't seem to harbor much killing intent towards him. He was simply standing there, continuously swinging his halberd, as if resisting something.

"I am the Giant Spirit God! The Divine General of the Nine Heavens!"

"Who dares to stop!"

"Heavenly Venerable, the Heavenly Venerable is not here!"

……

Jiang Wen couldn't glean much useful information from the Giant Spirit God's ramblings.

He remained where he was, trying to heal his injuries as quickly as possible. After all, the giant spirit god was still alive, and he couldn't afford to be careless.

Holding the wooden whip in front of his eyes, Jiang Wen examined the seemingly ordinary magical artifact in his hand.

Even after that violent collision, the wooden whip remained unharmed. Its rustic wood color was completely intact, and holding it in one's hand revealed nothing extraordinary.

The wooden whip must be no ordinary weapon, given that it could contend with the giant spirit's halberd.

"It's truly a treasure," Jiang Wen murmured, stroking the wooden whip. This treasure had helped him a great deal since he obtained it from Chunyang Palace.

He had asked the Pure Yang Sage where the wooden whip came from, but the Pure Yang Sage did not know its origin.

Perhaps the time is not yet ripe. Jiang Wen thought to himself.

Feeling that his injuries had healed, he rubbed his arm and pulled out a few pieces of clothing to put on. There was no one around, but he didn't have any fetish for nudity.

The giant spirit in the distance remained ravaged. Jiang Wen took out a yellow talisman, preparing to use a teleportation technique to escape. If he continued to entangle with this monster, he would die here sooner or later.

No matter how he used his escape techniques, he couldn't leave this place. It was as if something had sealed off this world, and even with all his amazing skills, he was helpless.

"I can't use my escape technique, so I'll have to rely on my own two feet." Jiang Wen didn't stop and started running backward. He was extremely fast, covering a hundred feet in the blink of an eye. In just a few breaths, he had already traveled more than ten miles away.

The roar of the giant spirit gradually faded into the distance until it disappeared from sight, at which point Jiang Wen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Without lingering, they fled towards the unknown, the farther away from this dangerous place the better.

No one knows how much time had passed, but the blood moon still hung in the sky.

When even the massive, hundred-mile-long abyss was no longer in sight, Jiang Wen slowed his pace. That giant spirit hadn't used any cloud-riding techniques, so it was likely that, like him, it couldn't escape using magic. If he wanted to catch up, he would have to walk.

He was confident that although he was not as strong as his opponent, he was good at escaping.

Slowing down, Jiang Wen finally had time to look around.

Just like before, this place was covered in black mud. Although not as thick, it was still quite unpleasant. This black mud resembled asphalt, and it was present everywhere, from the treetops to the grass.

A dark red maggot kept emerging from the black mud, gnawing at everything around it.

Jiang Wen disgustedly lifted his foot, and a burst of Samadhi True Fire burned away the surrounding black mud and maggots. He had never liked this kind of thing; it made him feel like he was walking through a rural outhouse.

Jiang Wen took out a yellow talisman and used his hand as a knife to cut it into paper horses.

Holding the paper horse, he chanted: "Lightning and fire rage fiercely, Southern Fire Lord. Soaring poison ten thousand feet high, shaking and scattering in all directions. True talisman takes form, swiftly reveal true spirit. Hasten, hasten, as the law commands!"

The paper horse caught fire and burned fiercely.

The paper horse was thrown to the ground, and flames immediately rose up.

Before long, a horse emerged from the flames. This horse was extraordinary, its entire body engulfed in flames. It stood seven zhang tall, and its four hooves stomped on the ground, slightly charring countless maggots.

This is considered a Taoist technique for commanding troops, using paper figures to mobilize soldiers.

Among those thirty-six methods is the method of scattering beans to form soldiers.

The paper horse materialized and walked to Jiang Wen, neighing. Stroking its legs, Jiang Wen leaped onto the paper horse.

"Walk."

Spurring the horse forward, the paper horse transformed into flames and galloped across the ground.

The Black Mountain, transformed into a bizarre landscape, had stood for countless years, and Jiang Wen could only keep moving forward into the distance. A blood moon eternally shone in the dark sky. Strange phenomena abounded across the land.

Jiang Wen witnessed many bizarre things he had never seen before on this land: dilapidated palaces, immortal corpses, and broken golden-armored deities walking about, occasionally hearing mournful howls coming from the depths.

He only stopped to catch his breath after the paper horse had disappeared.

He set up an array to purify the surrounding turbid spiritual energy. The damage he had suffered had long since healed, and his body was more resilient than before. Perhaps it was because the blood of the true dragon had cleansed his meridians, but Jiang Wen felt that if he were to experience the previous fierce battle again, his body would not be harmed as it had been then.

Looking at his magical artifact, Jiang Wen felt a pang of heartache.

The Four Symbols Sword Formation was crushed by the Giant Spirit God, and he used the Five Elements Spirit Pearls to protect Li Yunshang and the others.

Currently, only a few items are still usable; the rest are magical artifacts that were previously seized from other cultivators.

"I wonder if they are alright." Jiang Wen thought of Li Yunshang and the other two, feeling somewhat worried.

Although he managed to escape the three of them using the Golden Light Technique, the Black Mountain was too vast, and they didn't know where they would end up.

This golden light that leaps across the earth is one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Techniques, allowing one to traverse billions of miles of earth at will. According to the calculations of his world, it could even travel freely throughout the entire Milky Way galaxy.

This method is a supreme art, originating from the Three Pure Ones.

Jiang Wenneng was able to use it, but it also cost him a lot of merit points.

In addition to the merits previously used for the Dharma image, the remaining merits are now only a little over 50,000.

"I still have 50,000 merit points left, enough to cast a Dharma Form once." Jiang Wen dared not use these merit points carelessly. This was his trump card for saving his life; although 50,000 merit points could only be transformed into a temporary Dharma Form, it was enough to save his life.

Just as they were figuring out how to escape from Black Mountain, a commotion arose outside the formation.

Jiang Wen stared intently into the distance as the withered branches were broken apart.

Liang Yuan, completely naked, stumbled out and looked at Jiang Wen with a look of astonishment.

“It’s you,” Liang Yuan called out in a hoarse voice.

“It’s me. You’re not dead yet?” Jiang Wen said with a smile.

"Hehe, I won't die." Liang Yuan revealed a relaxed expression as she slowly stumbled towards Jiang Wen.

(End of this chapter)