The Primordial Law

Chapter 586 The Moonlight Sprinkles on the Sword
Dusk stood upright above the blood-red sun, raising his staff above his head to activate the array that had been set up long ago. An array plate with a diameter of a hundred feet materialized before him.

"Swish!"

The river of talismans did not collide head-on with the array plate, but instead flowed along the array plate and soared straight into the sky.

Dusk's pupils transformed into two black vortexes, and instantly, the rapidly ascending Heavenly Sword Talismans appeared to slow down considerably in his vision.

"Each one contains the power of a single move from a martial artist in the first realm of longevity. Once they collide, the talismans will inevitably dim and lose their power."

Huang Hun breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Li Weiyi would not easily draw his sword.

"boom!"

The blood-red sun beneath my feet shook violently, as if struck by something.

He was unsteady on his feet at dusk, but he sensed it through his mental powers.

The Blood Sun was shaken by a mummified corpse, causing it to deviate several feet from the center of the formation.

The desiccated corpse below, suspended above the river, had burning magical energy in its eyes. The magical energy overflowing from its ancestral field condensed into clouds. Its body was dry and powerful, and its whole body exuded the aura of a great immortal.

In his previous life, he was a Great Longevity Realm expert in the seventh realm.

A bell rang in my ear.

The second mummified corpse appeared out of thin air behind Huang Hun, as if by teleportation.

Huang Hun was a Holy Spirit Master of the Third Realm, far superior to Luo Pingdan. With a thought, a winding river of spiritual light and blood, stretching for several miles, appeared, severing the connection between Qing Zijin and the mummified corpse.

The mummified corpse's eyes were dim as it fell straight down.

"not good……"

Huang Hun felt no joy as he discovered five other dangerous-looking mummies who had broken through his defensive formation from five different directions and were rushing towards him.

"boom!"

The spiritual light and magical energy surged out from the center of the eyebrows and the ancestral field, like a great river bursting its banks.

Blood-red light illuminated the sky, and the Dharma's energy transformed into the sea.

The aura of a third-realm expert was magnificent and domineering. In an instant, the spiritual light threads on the bodies of three of the mummies were broken by the blood light and fell to the ground, leaving only two mummies who had been seventh-realm experts in life, one on the left and one on the right.

As dusk fell, a chill ran through him as he felt the pressure and swung his arm to strike out with the iron rod magic weapon in his hand.

Then, from his dantian, he spat out five beads that struck another mummified corpse.

"Bang bang!"

Dusk couldn't stop him; he fell from the blood-red sun, looking utterly disheveled. His hand, which was gripping the stick, was bleeding profusely, and his face was filled with terror.

Like Luo Pingdan, he couldn't understand where a first-realm Holy Spirit Mind Master could obtain so many fresh and powerful battle corpses containing longevity golden cores. Even just one seventh-realm longevity golden core would be enough to trigger a lot of longevity beings to fight over it.

Freshly killed?
impossible.

Grave robbing?

They were all ancient corpses whose vital essence had dissipated; they did not possess such combat power.

"Luo Pingdan, how come you can't even handle a little girl?" Huang Hun roared, noticing that the four mummified corpses that had fallen into the river had been reawakened by Qing Zijin's spiritual light and were flying towards them along with two other corpses.

"boom!"

On the distant riverbank, in Luo Pingdan's ancestral field, an incomparably powerful and transcendent magical energy and scriptures surged forth, sending the three battle corpse puppets that were attacking him flying.

Without looking back, he rode a chicken and fled into the distance, saying, "Let's run! There's something strange about these two. Just thirteen war corpse puppets are enough to kill us."

Li Weiyi stood suspended in mid-air, muttering to himself, "As expected, they also carried a trump card to save their lives."

Now that Luo Pingdan had exhausted his life-saving technique, Li Weiyi decided not to hold back any longer.

"Swish!"

The long river of Heavenly Sword Talismans caught up with Luo Pingdan, who had fled three miles away, and flowed down from top to bottom.

"puff!"

"Pfft!"

After a series of struggles, roars, and crowing, Luo Pingdan's body was pierced by at least six Heavenly Sword Talismans, and he fell into a pool of blood along with the rooster beneath him.

Sixty or seventy Heavenly Sword Talismans flew back, more than ten of them dimmed, circled around Li Weiyi once, and entered his brow to be nurtured.

"You are the contingency plan that the Sentinel Army prepared for the Taiyin Sect, right? It's a pity that your mental power is too weak and your control is not enough. Even if you had the cultivation of the second realm, I would probably have died here today."

Dusk arrived too late to offer assistance, his eyes flashing with murderous intent as he activated the underground formation. Instantly, the thirty-foot-wide river before them visibly transformed into a white mist of water vapor.

"Oh!"

A blood-red sun, the size of a hill, burst open.

Blood mist and white mist intertwined and swirled in this world, obscuring vision and hindering spiritual light and perception.

The figure of dusk then disappeared into the mist.

All the war zombie puppets turned into headless flies.

"What powerful telekinetic techniques... Oh no!"

"careful!"

Li Weiyi shouted a reminder and used his movement technique to rush towards Qing Zijin at top speed.

He summoned the Yellow Dragon Sword and gripped it tightly in his hand.

Holding the Soul-Shaking Bell, Qing Zijin was extremely cautious as she surveyed her surroundings. Of the four battle-worn puppets guarding her, only four remained, standing in four different positions.

The two figures, one in front and one behind, are the Great Longevity Battle Corpses.

"boom!"

Dusk came from the right, still a dozen feet away from Qing Zijin. The magical energy emanating from her body condensed into a Taoist technique, which sent the battle corpse puppet guarding her right side flying like a scarecrow.

Even the spiritual light on Qing Zijin's body was crushed, causing the other three battle corpse puppets to stiffen and fall to the ground and fly away.

The color drained from Qing Zijin's face as she sensed the gap between herself and a third-realm expert. She immediately fled, rushing towards the two seventh-realm Great Longevity Battle Corpses that had turned back.

But the twilight's magical energy had already pressed down on her in layers, like mountains falling one after another, making it difficult for her to move an inch. The iron rod swung and chopped.

The scriptures that flowed from the stick transformed into a bright cloud of words.

“Little girl, cultivation is the foundation of everything. Once you rely entirely on external forces, you will become your biggest weakness.”

The twilight showed no mercy; it only wanted to cleave her into a bloody pulp with a single blow.

"Zheng!"

The piercing sword cries and the resounding dragon roars shook the clouds and mist.

The ground was covered in flying sand and stones.

Li Weiyi arrived with lightning speed, like a god descending to earth, and swung his sword with effortless grace.

The sword energy cleaved through the clouds, causing the scripture characters to tremble, and collided with the iron rod, producing a metallic sound.

Huang Hun was slashed backward by his sword, his iron rod trembling incessantly.

Li Weiyi stood proudly, surrounded by celestial radiance, and looked down at his opponent with a condescending gaze: "What you said is absolutely true, one's own cultivation is the foundation of everything. But your cultivation seems not to be that strong yet, only at the early stage of the third realm?"

Huang Hun stared in disbelief at the celestial glow emanating from Li Weiyi's ancestral field: "You...your ancestral field isn't ruined? You're at the Longevity Realm!"

"It's ruined, but it's also healing."

Li Weiyi knew very well that the secret to breaking through to immortality would eventually be known to the world.

He broke the Qiankun Lock a month ago.

Qing Zijin stared blankly at the proud, aloof figure standing in the celestial glow, knowing she would never forget his effortless, heroic figure that had so easily driven away the twilight.

It would be strange if he believed him at dusk; he realized that everyone in the world had been deceived!
He began learning martial arts at seven, meditation at nine, and fighting corpses in the Netherworld at ten. He was more hardworking and ruthless than anyone else, cultivating diligently for eighty years, reaching the third realm in both mental power and martial arts. But at this moment, facing Li Weiyi, who was only in his twenties, the painful thought of "I must retreat immediately" arose in his heart.

"Swish! Swish..."

The sound of battle corpse puppets cutting through the air filled my ears.

"The earth dragon turns over!"

Huang Hun slammed his palm into the ground, unleashing his signature technique, a mastery of the fourth level.

The soil around the ground became soft.

Then, a low, resounding dragon roar echoed from the ground, and the soil churned like the sea.

Occasionally, one could see the enormous mud dragon's body, scales, tail, and claws, its brown body coiling as it attacked Li Weiyi and Qing Zijin with tremendous force.

"Certainly!"

Li Weiyi reached out his left hand into the void, and a golden swastika symbol spun out, transforming into a length of hundreds of meters that suppressed the churning, roaring earth.

"Do not flee at the hour of the Rooster."

"Wow!"

Li Weiyi moved, transforming into a clear, ethereal river that instantly traversed two miles.

A sword pierced the air and flew away, like a meteor falling to earth.

"So fast!"

As dusk fell, he used his escape technique to move swiftly, only to hear the loud chirping of cicadas before the sword's edge was already behind him.

Dusk suddenly stopped and turned to face the enemy.

He formed a circular shield seal with his hands to block the sword light.

At the same time, an identical figure emerged from his body, wielding a stick and circling around before striking Li Weiyi's waist and abdomen.

Li Weiyi let out a soft exclamation, realizing that the twilight forming the array seal was actually a phantom of spiritual light.

The true form is found in the twilight when one holds a stick.

This was already an excellent application of telekinesis and martial arts. As soon as this move was made, Li Weiyi felt a great threat. He couldn't care less about the power of Huang Hun's stick and hurriedly used his spiritual treasure to seize it with his bare hands.

His arms shimmered with light, like the Thousand-Armed Buddha, and collided three times with the Thousand-Character Iron Rod that came crashing down.

Li Weiyi failed to seize the iron rod, but Huang Hun also failed to deliver a fatal blow by surprise. Despite being at a complete disadvantage, Li Weiyi fought him to a draw.

This confrontation happened almost in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, Li Weiyi had landed, stabilizing his momentum. He brought his sword down with overwhelming force, shattering the illusory light and array seals of dusk. Then, he turned and swung his sword horizontally, leaving a crescent-shaped trail of yellow sword light.

"Pfft!"

Even with all his might, Hunhun couldn't dodge and was thrown off balance.

A half-foot-long gash appeared on his abdomen, his internal organs shredded. Had the sword moved down two inches further, Zu Tian would likely have been severed as well. The opponent's sword was too sharp, and his Thousand-Character Weapon, magical artifact, and battle armor were as if made of paper.

"Wow!"

Dusk leaped into the ground and rode away on an earth dragon: "Today, I, Huang, have witnessed the magnificence of the world's number one hero. Stop chasing him; if you do, people will die."

Qing Zijin arrived with her war corpse puppets and looked at the devastated land before her: "What amazing escape techniques! Even a fourth-realm Great Longevity cultivator could only sigh in admiration."

Li Weiyi pondered for a moment and said, "Huanghun must be carrying a powerful talisman, or a powerful Dao technique. I really don't dare to push him to the brink of death. Unless... we attack from a distance and always keep our distance. You can learn this threatening method; it has a good chance of scaring people."

A prodigy who can cultivate both martial arts and mental power to the third realm within a century would not be without a valuable treasure when entering a dangerous place like the Ancient Kingdom of Time Ruins.

Qing Zijin said, "It's my fault. I didn't use the tactics well. With the thirteen war corpse puppets, I could have surrounded and killed him from a distance. Now I have to ask you to save me."

Li Weiyi sensed her vulnerability and self-blame, and comforted her, "This is your first time facing such a strong enemy, and you've already done quite well! Combat experience is accumulated through summarizing and reviewing countless life-or-death battles."

"Huanghun is right. Your mental strength is only at the first level, making it easy for cultivators at higher levels to break the connection between you and the battle corpse with their spiritual light and magical energy. Next, you need to think about how to use tactics to make up for this weakness."

A moment later, Li Weiyi and Qing Zijin, carrying Luo Pingdan's corpse, fled the battlefield and circled around to another part of the Vanye Valley Netherworld. They stopped thirty miles away, hiding behind a pile of rocks and low hills, gazing at the three majestic peaks shrouded in dark clouds, and observing the current situation.

He then froze the rooster, for such excellent food should not be wasted.

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(End of this chapter)