Records of Mysterious Things in the Southern Dynasties

Chapter 562: Fighting
Sweat beaded on Wu Jiu's forehead, his pupils constricted, and he frantically activated the Primordial Causal Talisman, attempting to forcibly control the spear's momentum. The causal threads binding the spear erupted with blinding white light!
However, a strange scene unfolded. Under the pull of the causal force, the silver spear simultaneously split into countless afterimages—some flew towards the sky, some pierced the ground, and some pointed directly at Wu Jiu's brow!
Every afterimage was real, yet none of them were real. It was as if this single shot had countless possible outcomes at the same moment, caught in a superposition of 'hit' and 'miss'.

"Impossible! How could the power of cause and effect fail?" Wu Jiu could only retreat in a sorry state, dodging the spear. He knew that only the moment the spear tip touched him would reveal whether it hit or not, and he dared not take that risk.

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At the same time, the Third God General, the Evil Dream Master Bai Xie, faced off against Wu Xie.

He was shrouded in a pitch-black mist, and his ferocious face could be vaguely seen. A pair of goat-like horns protruded from the top of his head, and a pair of tattered black wings grew from his back.

The bone-spiked whip in Bai Xie's hand is formed from all the evil thoughts in the world. When the whip is swung, black threads of evil thoughts shoot out from the tip and wrap around the target. The threads amplify the evil thoughts deep in the target's heart, making them dominated by emotions such as anger, greed, and jealousy, and driving them into complete madness.

Fortunately, his opponent was the god of hell, Wu Xie, who had been dealing with evil souls for hundreds of years and had a strong immunity. The two turned into two clouds of black mist and fought on the same side, and were evenly matched for the time being.

The Fourth Divine General, the Dream Master Tianji, is an old wizard with white hair, wearing a gray robe and holding a wooden staff. He can see into the future and foresee the enemy's actions, which naturally gives him a significant advantage in battle.

Unfortunately, he was facing a sorceress, Wu Gu, who knew the same things. As a result, the two of them moved back and forth like butterflies flitting among flowers, each relying on their precognitive abilities to dodge the other's attacks in advance. In the end, they fought for a long time without touching each other, as if they were watching a shamanistic ritual, which left the audience completely baffled.

There was an even stranger pair nearby. The Sixth Divine General, the Dream Weaver Qiansi, faced off against the God of Arithmetic, Zu Chongzhi.

Qiansi is a beautiful woman with a graceful figure, wearing a colorful long dress. She quickly wields a small dream-weaving shuttle in her hand, weaving a brocade of clouds with the dreams of countless people.

The intricate weave of the brocade enveloped Zu Chongzhi from head to toe, trapping him in the labyrinth of dreams.

Zu Chongzhi was suddenly surrounded by a distorted space, finding himself in a giant cubic maze composed of countless mirrors. Each mirror reflected a different dream scene: some were ancient battlefields engulfed in war, some were heartwarming family moments, and some were even the starry depths of the universe... The bizarre and dazzling sights from all directions made him dizzy.

Each dream is a world in itself, and the entire space becomes a high-dimensional world where time and space intertwine.

"Didn't you become a genius in arithmetic? I'd like to see if there's any use for mathematics here." Qian Si's charming voice rang in Zu Chongzhi's ears.

"A mere trick, watch me break it with the Heavenly Origin Technique!" Zu Chongzhi said calmly, taking out counting rods from his sleeve and beginning to deduce higher-order equations.

He abstracted the bizarre scene before him into numbers, and then integrated and deduced these seemingly random numbers. As the counting rods were continuously arranged and combined, the multivariate high-order equations were solved, and a path gradually appeared in the maze…

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The Seventh Divine General, Lustful Dream Master Fei Yan, faced off against the former Fifth Divine General, Forgotten Dream Master Fifth Dimension.

A faint, languid melody, accompanied by a captivating fragrance, enveloped the fifth dimension.

Feiyan wore a gossamer-thin veil, appearing and disappearing in the mist, each step swaying gracefully. Her captivating eyes shimmered with an irresistible allure. The enchanting bells tied to her fair ankles swayed gently, creating ripples of sensual light.

"Fifth Brother, I'm deeply in love with you. Would you be willing to fly with me?" Her voice was so sweet it could drip honey, as she murmured to Fifth Wei. Fifth Wei, however, remained unmoved, his eyes icy cold. He slapped Fei Yan across the face with a backhand: "You slut, you've forgotten the pain once the wound has healed!"

Feiyan then suddenly realized that his heart was dry and withered, devoid of any desire...

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On the other side, Chen Baxian and his two brothers faced off against the remaining three divine generals, so there was no need for further words.

Amidst the upheaval of this epic battle, the heavens and earth were like a boiling cauldron being stirred by a giant hand, thunderclouds surged high in the sky, and scarlet lightning tore through the heavens, making the three Chen brothers appear as if war gods had descended to earth!

The three divine generals opposite were equally imposing—Daydream Lord, Illusion, radiated a star-like halo; Fearful Dream Lord, Abyss, was surrounded by surging black mist, with the screams of countless wronged souls echoing from every wisp of mist; Obsessive Dream Lord, Uneasy, revealed the cries of countless people who could not find peace through the cracks in his armor!

"Today, I will let you sleep here forever!" With a wave of his illusory folding fan, he shot out thousands of white-gold light blades.

"I think this is your death day!" Chen Baxian showed no weakness. His roar shattered the clouds for ten miles. His Panlong Staff burst forth with a thousand-foot-long blazing red flame, transforming into a fire dragon that blotted out the sky and collided violently with the group of light blades!
Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, the air was instantly ionized, unleashing endless purple arcs of electricity!
The halberd of the Fearful Dream Master, Jingyuan, crackled with dark, terrifying energy, appearing behind Chen Baxian through space. Even before the halberd tip reached him, a chilling aura had already condensed into ice crystals on the back of Chen Baxian's neck.

With a clang, sparks flew as Yang Zhong's Xuanwu Subduing Demon Spear blocked the halberd tip! The energy storm generated by the clash of their weapons carved a deep, bottomless ravine into the ground, from which magma surged forth.

Obsessed with his dream, Nan Ning leaped up, sword raised, and charged towards Fa Xiu with a destructive force. Fa Xiu revealed his Arhat form, wielding the Nanming Fire Sword to meet Nan Ning. The sword light was like a reversed Milky Way, and the intense light generated by the collision with the vortex pierced the heavens and earth, turning everything white!
Battles between demigods primarily rely on divine power, lacking the mystical element of a clash of powers between deities. However, the visceral, hand-to-hand combat is more intense, and the scenes are more visually stunning…

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The Ghost King watched as the two armies fought fiercely, soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals. He then said to Ren Yuan beside him, "Let's go and destroy the temple."

Ren Yuan nodded and followed the Ghost King across the battlefield. The Nine Divine Generals were too busy to stop them. Nightmare Boqi was even less of a threat, and the two easily landed in Huaxu City.

Before me stood a magnificent and awe-inspiring temple.

The Ghost King unleashed the Fengdu Yellow Spring Seal, intending to destroy it.

But then a white ribbon flew across the sky, silently deflecting the Yellow Spring Seal.

The Ghost King caught the Yellow Spring Seal and sneered, "So you've finally decided to come out?"

"It seems you're determined to fight to the death!" Wu Yang's angry voice echoed from deep underground.

(End of this chapter)