The Primordial Law

Chapter 337 Soul Fusion Secret Technique
"What a keen sense."

The moment Li Weiyi and Luan Shenglinyou locked eyes across the array, he immediately fled.

A moment later, Luan Shenglin walked out of the courtyard, followed by Long Ting, Long Xiangcen, Chen Wenwu and several other figures, preparing to leave the city and head to the Thirty-Six Tombs of Lei.

Upon reaching the ancient plum tree, Luan Shenglin stopped and peered into the branches.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" Long Ting asked.

Li Weiyi was extremely careful and left no trace; even the snow piled on the branches remained intact.

Luan Shenglin shook his head gently and smiled, "The white plum blossoms on the branches are blooming so beautifully! In winter, when everything is withered, only it blooms with moving vitality. If we don't stop to appreciate it and only rush on our way, life will definitely miss a lot of wonderful moments."

"Am I not prettier than it?"

Long Xiangcen spoke in a sweet, gentle voice, not at all like a powerful inheritor who had been famous for twenty years, but rather like a young girl just beginning to experience love.

"They're all beautiful, each with its own unique charm."

Luan Shenglin led the group away quickly. As they walked, each person used their own methods: some changed their appearance, some wore masks, and others activated talismans to conceal their appearance and aura.

Li Weiyi stood atop a seven-story clock tower, leaning against a wooden pillar, watching them walk out of the Heavenly Pavilion.

Without constant monitoring, there was a risk of the opponent becoming alert again.

"Lu Cangsheng has actually returned!"

Li Weiyi's mind drifted to the images of Yin Jiu, Yao Yin, Jiang Ning, Zuoqiu Hongting, and Shi Shishi, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. He was eager to know their experiences and stories at the Du'e Temple, how far their cultivation had progressed, and whether Yao Yin had grown into a stunning beauty like Yao Qingxuan…

Two years have passed, and Li Weiyi's longing for him has grown stronger, yet she doesn't know how to face him if they actually meet again.

As the fourth divine son of the Rice Cult? As Yao Qingxuan's eldest disciple? Or as the dejected and defeated Li Weiyi?
He let out a breath and sighed softly.

A fierce battle is inevitable at the Thirty-Six Tombs of Thunder. Li Weiyi is eager to join in the fun and see the current cultivation levels of Luan Shenglinyou, Lu Cangsheng, Long Ting, and others, and whether there is a chance to eliminate Luan Shenglinyou and Long Ting.

But reason told him that this excitement must be dangerous.

What gives Luan Shenglin the right to come to Leiling City?
What gives them the audacity to intercept and kill Lu Cangsheng?
This is a good opportunity to explore the courtyard.

Li Weiyi's appearance and figure changed rapidly. Her skin turned into the pure white of a fairy, and in an instant, she transformed into Long Ting's appearance, elegant and noble, with cold and sharp eyes.

"Wow!"

He pointed a finger at the fourth-grade invisibility cloak with hundreds of characters on his body, and more than four hundred scriptures appeared.

The scripture was retracted, and the style of the robe instantly changed back to what Long Ting had just worn.

He walked to the entrance of the courtyard in the appearance of a dragon.

The formation was opened from the inside.

"Lord Longting, why are you back again?"

The demon martial artist, disguised as a middle-aged man, stood respectfully at the door and asked curiously.

Li Weiyi walked in with his hands behind his back, his gaze falling on the area in the southwest corner where the coffins were placed. As he walked, he said, "You Zun was worried and asked me to come back and check it again. Just in case something unexpected happens after we leave."

Four demon warriors remained in the courtyard.

They wore talismanic robes that could conceal their demonic aura and allow them to transform into human form; they were all experts at the Dao Seed Realm level.

The middle-aged demon cultivator followed closely behind, saying, "Lord Longting, please rest assured, they are all undergoing soul fusion and should wake up in the next couple of days."

Li Weiyi was secretly alarmed, for he had seen an explanation of the Soul Fusion Technique at the Rice Cult's headquarters.

It is a method used by powerful spirits from the Netherworld who wish to enter the human realm to cultivate, hunt, play, or explore.

By capturing a living person and merging one's own spirit with their soul, one can achieve perfect concealment.

The spiritual strength of a deceased person must far surpass that of a living person to achieve this.

If the thirty coffins before him contained the thirty Dao Seed Realm martial artists that Luan Shenglin had brought from the Rice Sect headquarters, where did he find so many powerful deceased cultivators?
At the Hidden Dragon Lantern Festival, there were indeed spirits of the dead under the banner of Luan Sheng Lin You. Later, Zuoqiu Menting discovered that those spirits came from three of the 272 states that were swallowed up by the Netherworld of the Dead a thousand years ago.

Li Weiyi had some understanding of the distribution of forces in the Netherworld of the Dead around the Lingxiao Realm, which he learned from Yang Qingchan when he was trapped in the secret treasure vault.

Of the 272 states of that time, they were located on the edge of the Netherworld of the Dead in relation to the Lingxiao Realm.

In what was once the capital, 272 ghost cities, demon caves, and skeleton palaces were built, and the internal warfare was incessant, with the fighting even more intense than in the Lingxiao Realm.

Qilinzang either subdued some powerful figures in the Netherworld and brought them under his command, or he cooperated with some of these powerful figures to jointly attack Lingxiao.

The Far Western Ashlands, the Netherworld of the Dead, the Demon Clan, the Rice Cult—just thinking about them made Li Weiyi feel like dark clouds were gathering overhead, a sense of oppressive dread as if the sky were about to collapse.

The thirty coffins before us are simply the responsibility of the younger generation, Luan Shenglin.

What are those old demons doing now?

No wonder Luan Shenglin dared to come to Leiling City. Perhaps the demon race had already made thorough preparations, and Yuntian Immortal Plain and Lingxiao City were already fish on their chopping block.

"Whoosh!"

Li Weiyi pushed open one of the coffins.

The coffin was filled with malevolent energy.

An elderly man with gray hair lay inside, and the Yin energy was gushing out from his ancestral field, with the fluctuations of magical energy as strong as a divine drum constantly resounding.

He is an extremely powerful expert of the imperial court, at least at the sixth level of the Dao Seed Realm.

It is not dead, its heart is beating actively, and it has a strong vitality.

Confirming his suspicions, Li Wei felt a chill run down his spine. Before him stood thirty terrifying experts of the dead. If they were alerted and leaped out of their coffins, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Don't act rashly.

Leave first!

Li Weiyi sensed danger and, before she could turn around, noticed a sixth person in the courtyard. The extra person was standing near the gate. A faint fragrance wafted to her nose.

Li Wei remained calm and slowly turned around, raising his eyes to look at Long Xiangcen, who was dressed in a beautiful dress.

Large swathes of her snow-white skin were exposed, her arms and legs were bare, completely unaware of the winter chill. Her jade-like fingers supported her chin as she smiled and examined "Dragon Court" standing beside the coffin.

Li Weiyi finally had the opportunity to examine her closely.

In terms of beauty, Long Xiangcen possesses the combined qualities of a pure immortal and a demon, giving her a remarkable figure with an alluring cleavage, translucent skin, and fluffy yet neat hair.

Li Weiyi muttered to himself, "It seems I underestimated Luan Shenglin's caution and vigilance."

Long Xiangcen smiled, her teeth white and lips moist: "Ugh, it's so annoying. Aren't you scared at all? I thought I could give you a big scare."

"What man would be afraid of a beautiful woman? With a face like Miss Long's, I can't get enough of admiring her." Li Weiyi is no longer the same as before; he can deal with sudden dangers in a more relaxed and confident manner.

Long Xiangcen was amused by him and laughed, "You have such a sweet tongue, I can't bear to kill you! You actually know me?"

“Of course, that older successor of the Dragon Gate!” Li Weiyi said.

Long Xiangcen's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a frosty expression: "I'll cut your tongue to pieces, one slice at a time."

The other four demons in the courtyard had already sensed something was wrong. They each took out their magical artifacts and, with hostile eyes, slowly moved towards Li Weiyi to surround her.

When the "Dragon Court" appeared, they had some doubts, but dared not offend it.

"What about the phoenix giving birth to a unicorn?" Li Weiyi asked.

Long Xiangcen said, "Am I not enough for myself?"

Luan Shenglin was unsure whether someone had actually been spying on them, so he only sent Long Xiangcen back to check.

"Miss Long, are you sure you want to make your move at the Heavenly Pavilion? If the things here are discovered by the imperial court, if the court finds out about your secret here, you probably won't be able to escape Leiling City alive!"

Li Weiyi appeared calm, but in reality, she was on edge, observing her surroundings and searching for a way to break through.

Who would dare to underestimate a successor who has already made a name for himself twenty years ago?

"You're so concerned about my safety? You're actually a pretty good person!"

A smile played on Long Xiangcen's lips as his Daoist mind manifested outwards with a thunderous roar.

Instantly, the entire courtyard was enveloped in crimson magical energy, with countless demonic shadows and illusions.

"Boom! Boom..."

The other four powerful demon clan members also released their Dao Heart Manifestations, pressing down on Li Weiyi layer by layer.

As if five mountains were falling and countless chains were binding him, Li Weiyi knew that this battle was inevitable. So, he took out the golden mask of the smiling Buddha given to him by Yao Qingxuan and put it on his face to conceal the fluctuations of his power.

Upon seeing the mask, Long Xiangcen's eyes showed surprise: "So it was you. Interesting. It seems Zuo Ning isn't your true identity either. Who exactly are you?"

Li Weiyi wore this mask on the post boat.

Long Xiangcen was a discerning person and could tell that Li Weiyi was wearing a mask at this time to conceal her aura of power.

Li Weiyi didn't want to fight here; many of his methods were useless, making him feel too restricted. If he could break through and lure Taishi Bai here, he could inflict heavy damage on the demon race.

Five thoughts pressed down, trying to suppress him and force him to kneel.

"boom!"

Li Wei made a hand seal, unleashing a burst of mental energy to block the mental attacks of the five masters.

The fivefold external manifestations of the Dao Heart were still applied to him, suppressing Li Weiyi's strength, speed, and reaction, as if he were trapped in a swamp.

On the left, a powerful demon race expert at the fourth level of the Dao Seed Realm wielded two axes and slashed down.

Countless scriptures appeared on the axe, releasing dazzling light.

Li Weiyi took a step back to dodge one of the axe blows, and then raised his palm to strike the other axe.

"Oh!"

Golden crow flames enveloped his palm, and magical energy surged within his body. The palm strike was powerful, producing a resounding clang like metal striking metal.

The demon cultivator at the fourth level of the Dao Seed Realm initially thought Li Weiyi was a Mind Master, but he never expected Li Weiyi's palm strikes to be so powerful, striking a magical weapon with his bare hands. He couldn't even hold the axe, and his five fingers ached terribly.

The battle axe flew out.

"Oh!"

He was kicked away by Li Weiyi, smashing the octagonal glazed pavilion in the distance.

Li Weiyi was very curious about his current pure martial arts combat strength and had long wanted to find someone to practice with. Unfortunately, he dared not use the Dao Heart Manifestation for the time being, as doing so would expose the secret of the Wind Mansion's Dragon Seed. He also dared not use the Blood Handprint Demon Armor…

In short, it's restrictive and restrictive.

"I never expected that you would not only possess such remarkable telekinetic abilities, but also such strong martial arts cultivation. There are not many people like you."

Long Xiangcen moved slowly, carefully observing the battle between Li Weiyi and the four demon experts, and then her mind stirred.

Instantly, the phantom in her Dao Heart's external manifestation solidified into countless demon cultivators, their killing cries shaking the heavens and earth, engulfing Li Weiyi.

"Shh!"

The myriad spears flew out from the ancestral field, propelled by Li Weiyi's spiritual light.

With a deafening roar, the ten-foot-long spear was swung out, its crimson flames soaring into the sky, sending all the illusions and the four demon experts flying. Two of the demon experts were covered in blood, their flesh torn open by the spearhead, their defenses breached.

Li Weiyi made a fingerprint and opened the Heavenly Eye between his eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)