Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 1056 The weapon of power is indeed terrifying enough to inspire despair!

Time passed day by day as they kept watch. Many Yin soldiers and blood puppets of the Impermanent Ghost Sect came and went in and out of the White Mist Formation, but they were just small fry, so Yang Zhengshan naturally didn't bother to keep an eye on them.

Yang Zhengshan has only two targets: An Wusheng and Yu Yuan. If they launch a major operation, these two will definitely step in.

The days of surveillance were tedious. Three months passed in a row, and An Wusheng and Yu Yuan still did not show up, while the Wanhua Demon Court did not make any move either.

I don't know what they were thinking. The Demon Emperor of Wanhua had already decided to start a war, but they've been holding back for three months without making a move.

Yang Zhengshan was worried for them.

On this day, the white mist that had been shrouding the mountains and forests suddenly surged, and a moment later, a passage appeared in the mist, and a huge dragon-bone flying boat flew out of the clouds.

Yang Zhengshan perked up immediately upon seeing the dragon-bone flying boat, but he didn't rush to follow it. Instead, he watched the dragon-bone flying boat fly south until it disappeared from sight.

"The South? The Xiaxian Sect! It seems they're going to steal the Wanhua Seal!"

Yang Zhengshan quickly realized the purpose of the Impermanent Ghost Sect.

He thought for a moment, then took out a communication talisman and sent it to Que Lingyu, informing her that the Wuchang Ghost Sect was taking action and sharing his speculations.

Although he also wanted the Myriad Flower Seal, he was not so reckless as to compete with the Impermanent Ghost Sect for it.

He was now more interested in the grand formation before him than in the Myriad Flower Seal.

He was very curious about what was inside the great formation that made the Impermanent Ghost Sect go to such great lengths to conceal it.

After waiting for a while and seeing that there was no more movement within the cloud and mist formation, Yang Zhengshan first moved away from the formation in the void, and then slowly approached the cloud and mist formation from the real world.

Arriving before the vast expanse of clouds and mist, Yang Zhengshan carefully examined the white, misty landscape.

It's impossible to see through the clouds and mist with just sight, and spiritual sense won't work either. The great formation has the effect of isolating spiritual sense from the void, so even turning into intangible form couldn't allow Yang Zhengshan to enter the great formation.

Yang Zhengshan stood before the clouds and mist, stroking his beard as he fell into deep thought.

It's definitely not feasible for him to break the formation; he doesn't have the ability.

However, every formation has its limitations. Some formations are more defensive, some are more offensive, and some are more focused on isolation and sealing. The formation in front of us is clearly more focused on isolation, and it is primarily designed to isolate the void and spiritual consciousness.

After a moment of contemplation, Yang Zhengshan took out the jade gourd again, letting the azure mist envelop his entire body, and then slowly walked into the clouds.

When moving, the concealment effect of Azure Mist will be greatly reduced. However, this refers to fast movement, because Azure Mist changes relatively slowly, so it is difficult to keep up with the speed of movement.

However, if one walks like an ordinary person, the concealment effect of Qing Ai Yin Chen may have loopholes, but as long as one is careful, it is still possible to cover up Yang Zhengshan's aura.

So Yang Zhengshan, like an ordinary person, walked step by step up the hillside and entered the cloud and mist formation.

To avoid being exposed and to ensure that Qing'ai Yinchen could conceal his aura, Yang Zhengshan walked very slowly, taking more than half an hour to climb the small hill in front of him.

When he climbed to the top of the mountain, the view before him suddenly opened up, and everything within the formation was revealed to him.

"As expected, this great formation only has the function of isolating spiritual consciousness from the void; it does not have an energy protective layer!"

Yang Zhengshan thought to himself, while also looking down the mountain.

After he saw the situation in the valley, his face suddenly turned extremely ugly.

As he expected, the Impermanent Ghost Sect built a massive pool of ten thousand ghosts' blood here.

Three massive white bone pillars stood in the center of the blood pool. The crimson blood was as thick as molten cinnabar, glistening with an oily sheen, and a layer of bluish-black foam floated on the surface. When the foam burst, it would spill out will-o'-the-wisps the size of fingernails, emitting a shrill scream.

Unlike the Blood Pool of Ten Thousand Ghosts that Yang Zhengshan had seen before, the Blood Pool of Ten Thousand Ghosts in front of him was larger and released a more intense blood evil aura. The air above and around the blood pool seemed to be stained with blood evil aura and turned dark red.

The White Cloud Formation not only isolates the outside world, but also the interior of the formation, preventing the bloodthirsty energy within from spreading out.

Furthermore, standing beside the blood pool were enormous figures, including Crimson Bone Sand Nightmare Beast, White Scale Serpent, Earth-Shaking Tiger, Golden-Winged Eagle, Gray-Horned Green Ox, Azure Dark Eagle, and other various demonic beasts. They stood like statues beside the blood pool, exuding a strong aura of yin and evil, devoid of any vitality.

The more Yang Zhengshan looked, the more serious his gaze became.

These are not demonic beasts, but the Yin soldiers of the Wuchang Ghost Sect, thousands of Yin soldiers at the level of demonic beasts, including even several demon kings.

The Impermanent Ghost Sect is trying to build a massive army of demonic beasts and ghost soldiers!
Moreover, they are all ghost soldiers without any self-awareness.

This!
Yang Zhengshan was startled by the demonic beasts and ghostly soldiers before him.

If the Impermanent Ghost Sect succeeds, what a terrifying army that will be with thousands of demonic beasts and ghost soldiers!

"Damn it, the Impermanent Ghost Sect really has a grand scheme!"

He cursed inwardly, while his spiritual sense began to extend towards the center of the blood pool.

Now that he's here, he's bound to cause some trouble for the Impermanent Ghost Sect.

Ideally, we should destroy this army of ghost soldiers; if that's not possible, we should at least destroy the pool of ten thousand ghosts' blood in front of us.

As for rescuing these demons, Yang Zhengshan had no such idea at all.

Back then, Yang Zhengshan was able to save Lin Daoyuan and Yue'e because there were only the two of them at the time, and Yang Zhengshan tried it out of desperation.

Secondly, Zhang Mo still wanted them to submit and didn't kill them, but only sealed their souls and consciousness. That's why Yang Zhengshan was able to use the Seven Treasures Soul-Suppressing Pagoda to protect their souls and detonate the restrictions in their consciousness.

But the situation before them was clearly different. The Impermanent Ghost Sect obviously wanted a large army of obedient Yin soldiers. Although An Wusheng and Yu Yuan had not completely erased the souls of these demonic beasts, they had worn them down to an extremely weak state.

Even if Yang Zhengshan can preserve the souls of these demonic beasts now, it will be difficult for them to regain control of their bodies.

Moreover, their bodies were also tainted by the Yin and Blood Qi, turning them into something akin to blood corpse puppets.

Under these circumstances, Yang Zhengshan was completely unable to save these demons.

...Just as Yang Zhengshan was figuring out how to destroy the Blood Pool of Ten Thousand Ghosts, the battle of the Xiaxian Sect finally began.

Above the Xiaxian Sect, True Lord Chixia and An Wusheng stood facing each other.

Below, the protective formation of the Xiaxian Sect has been activated. The Wuchang Ghost Sect's dragon bone flying boat landed on a mountaintop, and thousands of Yin soldiers and blood puppets surged towards the Xiaxian Sect's headquarters like a tide.

The battle has begun, with both sides attacking each other continuously through the array barrier.

Dense bloodlust and yin energy enveloped the heavens and earth, transforming into a raging storm that relentlessly battered the Xiaxian Sect's protective formation. Under such onslaught, the Xiaxian Sect was like a small boat adrift in a raging sea, utterly bewildered and helpless.

The old face of True Lord Chixia was ashen. He was already very old, and now he was in such a predicament. It was as if all his vitality had been drained away, leaving only a heart full of despair and indignation.

"why?"

He asked a very stupid question in a hoarse voice.

An Wusheng stared at him with his deep blue eyes, "Hand over the Myriad Flower Seal, and I can personally obliterate your soul!"

In the hands of the Impermanent Ghost Sect, obliterating a soul is considered a form of leniency.

Because if the soul is immortal, one will become a slave of the Impermanent Ghost Sect, a blood puppet of the underworld, unable to live or die, and unable to reincarnate.

"The Seal of Myriad Splendors? Aren't you afraid of being punished by the Lord of Myriad Splendors?" True Monarch Chixia asked in grief and indignation.

"Heh heh~~" A mocking smile played on An Wusheng's lips as he looked at him with amusement. "The Dao Master of Wanhua? Do you think he can come back?"

True Monarch Chixia fell silent. Could Daoist Master Wanhua still return?
He didn't know either.

If the Lord of Wanhua Dao can return, then the power struggle that began ten thousand years ago should return.

True Lord Chixia closed his weathered eyes, and a single, murky tear rolled down his cheek.

The Daoist master he had worshipped for three thousand years could not save him, nor could he save the Xiaxian Sect.

"If you want the Myriad Flower Seal, we'll see if you have the ability!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, his deep pupils filled with a resolute look, and at the same time, the pale blue Wan Hua Seal appeared in front of him.

The seal is light blue in color. The seal face is three feet in diameter and about one foot thick. The edges are carved with miniature outlines of the seventy-two peaks of Wanhua Mountain. A "blue dragon" is coiled on the back of the seal. The dragon's body is composed of seventy-two mountain patterns. The bottom of the seal is engraved with the four ancient seal characters "镇岳安澜" (Zhen Yue An Lan).

"Azure Dragon Suppresses the Mountain!"

A powerful aura erupted from the Myriad Flower Seal, and an extremely terrifying pressure descended like a mountain, accompanied by a buzzing roar, causing the mountains within a thousand miles to tremble.

Upon seeing this, An Wusheng's expression changed slightly, and he hid in the void without hesitation.

This is the Wanhua Seal, a true instrument of power.

Although True Lord Chixia could only unleash one-tenth or one-twelfth of the power of the Myriad Flower Seal, An Wusheng still dared not confront it head-on.

His choice was right.

When True Lord Chixia poured his magic power into the Myriad Flower Seal, the azure dragon on the back of the seal suddenly shone with a dazzling azure light, and the seventy-two mountain patterns flowed like living things. In an instant, the seal trembled violently, and a dragon roar that pierced through gold and shattered stone exploded from the seal, causing the clouds within a thousand miles to collapse.

"Edict!"

With a shout, True Lord Chixia unleashed his magical power, which, along with his lifespan, surged into the seal like a river.

The Azure Dragon burst forth from the jade seal, its body swelling to a thousand feet in length. Its tail swept across the sky, stirring up azure-gold gale that swirled the clouds into a spiral column of air, its top reaching the heavens and its base plunging into the earth.

As the Azure Dragon pressed down, the void seemed to be suppressed by an invisible mountain. All spells and supernatural powers became ineffective at this moment. The bodies of thousands of Yin soldiers and blood puppets were forcibly pressed to the spot, and their bones made a "crackling" sound as they shattered.

Within the Great Void, the Qi here rose like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. In the blink of an eye, a towering mountain of Qi rose from the ground and plunged into the depths of the Great Void.

Although An Wusheng hid in the void, he was still violently knocked away by this mountain of energy.

However, at this moment, True Lord Chixia's target was not An Wusheng, so An Wusheng was not seriously injured, only his body was damaged.

The ones who truly bore the brunt of this blow were the ghostly blood puppets in the real world, who were crushed like ants on the rocks with someone's fingers.

However, the rocks were still incredibly solid. The terrifying pressure could crush these steel-hard Yin soldiers and blood puppets, but it did not damage the rocks in the slightest.

One by one, the Yin soldiers and blood puppets were crushed like bubbles in an instant.

The dragon bone flying boat landed on the mountaintop and activated its protective array the instant the pressure descended. However, the protective array shattered instantly, and then the dragon bones cracked and broke off from the flying boat, causing the massive flying boat to collapse with a deafening roar.

The breaking of the keel bones did not end there; after falling onto the rocks, the pieces of keel bones were crushed into powder.

In an instant, the world fell silent, and the battlefield, which had just been in chaos, suddenly became deathly still.

The towering pillar of energy dissipated, and the overwhelming Azure Dragon vanished like a bubble.

True Monarch Chixia was breathing heavily, his hair was dry and white, and his face was covered with wrinkles, with only his eyes still shining brightly.

He gazed at the tranquil mountains and forests, a joyful smile spreading across his aged face.

An Wusheng reappeared, gazing at the empty forest, his pale face filled with an extremely gloomy expression.

Although he had long anticipated the terror of Wan Hua Yin, this outcome still far exceeded his expectations.

Those were tens of thousands of Yin soldiers and blood puppets, as well as a dragon bone flying boat, all of which were reduced to dust.

"The instrument of power is indeed terrifying enough to inspire despair!" An Wusheng murmured to himself.

This is just the Myriad Flower Seal in Chixia's hands. If the Myriad Flower Seal were in the hands of the Myriad Flower Dao Master, how terrifying would it be?

Perhaps even a Golden Core cultivator like him wouldn't have any room to resist!
(End of this chapter)