Gentlemen, it's time to enter the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Chapter 22 Fatal Trap
Even the golden body of the monk Ku'e couldn't withstand Su Chunyi's sword.

The monk could only throw out a blood relic and a scroll of human skin scriptures.

Both magical treasures were crafted by him using countless lives to nourish and refine them; they are true demonic treasures.

But the two magical treasures had barely emitted their light when they collided with Su Chunyi's sword, and then... nothing more.

The relics were shattered, and the scriptures were torn apart.

Countless wronged souls flew out from it, but they were all killed by the sword light and had no effect on Su Chunyi.

Just as Su Chunyi said, the sword heart is unwavering and cannot be shaken.

The multi-layered golden body was as fragile as paper, easily pierced by the sword light. In the end, the kasaya, on which the monk Ku'e had placed high hopes, was also of no use. The hundreds of talismans sewn inside were torn to shreds along with the kasaya before they could even play their role.

The sword finally pierced the body of the monk Kua'e, tearing away flesh and bones until they were reduced to dust.

Even now, the monk Ku'e couldn't help but recall the stories his elders had told him.

During the great war between the righteous and the demonic, the leader of the Qinghe Sword Sect destroyed the golden body of the Nirvana Sect Master with a single sword strike.

That sect leader possessed thirty-six supernatural abilities, but none of them could withstand that earth-shattering sword strike.

The monk Ku'e was only at the Tongxuan realm. He had spent hundreds of years cultivating and mastering the art of speaking Zen. Seeing the rainbow-like sword light, he truly felt what it meant to be "the best swordsmanship in the world in Qinghe".

These centuries of arduous training were merely to allow him to withstand the sword light for a little longer, giving him a chance to preserve his soul.

"Luckily, I prepared a cursed spirit child."

This was the last thought of the monk Kua'e.

The demonic cultivators committed many atrocities, and there was always a time when they would be brought down by unforeseen circumstances; he had long been prepared for this.

The method of creating the evil cursed spirit child is extremely cruel, but the effect is also excellent. It can be said to be the best way for cultivators at the Tongxuan realm to possess another's body.

Moreover, the Nirvana Sect possesses secret techniques that result in less damage and faster recovery during possession.

Moreover, he left behind magical treasures, talismans, and pills. Even though his soul is weak now, he can recover 80% of his cultivation in just half a day.

We'll go straight back to Nirvana Sect then, and I doubt the younger generation of Qinghe Sword Sect will dare to chase us all the way to Nirvana Sect.

The monk was pleased with himself. No matter how skilled the younger generation of the Qinghe Sword Sect was, their lack of experience was their biggest weakness.

Before you even disable someone's means of survival, how can you expect to slay demons and monsters?
Just as he was feeling triumphant, the monk Ku'e suddenly felt his soul being pulled by an immense force, drifting uncontrollably away. Far from panicking, the monk Ku'e willingly followed the suction force.

"It's here. The curse mark inscribed on the evil spirit child has taken effect, and its soul will be absorbed on its own. Once I possess its body and am reborn, I will definitely... Hmm? No, that's not right!"

The monk suddenly felt something was wrong. Rebirth through possession should be a rapid fusion with flesh and blood, like the birth of a fetus, and should be warm and comfortable, but at this moment he only felt cold all over.

Upon closer inspection, he could only hear the wailing and screams of wronged spirits, and it seemed that something inexplicable was binding his soul, preventing him from moving.

The monk struggled with all his might, his body rattling as if he were bound by chains.

But he is now a spirit, so where would he get chains?

The soul that had just left the body was still too weak to clearly perceive everything that had happened. But when the monk recovered a bit, he saw countless vengeful spirits flying around him, roaring and wailing, which shocked his soul.

The soul of the monk Kua was indeed bound by chains, the other end of which was attached to a long, black banner.

The monk Ku'e cried out in shock, "The Ten Thousand Souls Banner?! No, this is my Ten Thousand Souls Banner!"

Looking again, the monk finally saw a huge rock ten feet away.

There's someone behind that huge, moss-covered blue stone, which is twelve feet tall!
Without hesitation, the monk Ku'e channeled his remaining spiritual power into a vajra and struck out.

The vajra is entirely formed from spiritual energy; it appears ethereal, but in reality, it possesses the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

This move will surely shatter both the bluestone and the person.

But before the vajra could fall, a bamboo pole flew out from behind the large blue stone. The bamboo pole seemed to be wrapped with something, bulging and taking the vajra head-on. When the two collided, the golden light shattered, and the huge impact shook the large blue stone, causing it to crack all over.

The bamboo pole that was thrown out had long since turned to dust, and the fragments fell all around like a rain of pear blossoms.

The monk Ku'e frowned. Something felt off just now. It seemed that something on the bamboo pole had neutralized the power of the vajra.

Hiding behind the blue stone, Chen Ye was filled with surprise and couldn't help but exclaim, "This is the true Profound Realm!" If he hadn't dodged well just now, that attack would have riddled him with holes.

Mo Ci glared at his disciple, wondering who this kid was talking about.
But looking at the shattered bluestone, Mo Ci had to admit that even during his first possession, his soul was not as resilient as that of the demon.

Once separated from the physical body, the soul is inherently very fragile, unable to withstand wind and rain, and even less able to withstand the slightest harm, otherwise there is a risk of the soul being scattered.

However, this demon's soul was incredibly solid and could resist the pull of the Myriad Soul Banner. If he were freed, he could kill Chen Ye with just a glance.

However, Mo Ci was not worried.

Chen Ye made many preparations to deal with this demon.

First, he used an array to deflect the connection between the Cursed Child and the Bitter Monk. The Bitter Monk should have descended directly into the Cursed Child, but Chen Ye used an array to deflect him to a position ten feet away.

Although a ten-zhang error is nothing compared to the soul traveling hundreds of miles, this small distance is the key to life and death.

Mo Ci never expected that even the connection between the cursed spirit child and its master could be misleading, something that was not recorded in the book.

What surprised Mo Ci even more was that Chen Ye transformed the Myriad Soul Banner into his own magic weapon in a very short time.

Although a magical artifact without a master is like a slave being sold off, it is still a magical artifact after all.

Chen Ye explained that, in order to save himself, he had spent months researching everything related to the Myriad Soul Banner. This black Myriad Soul Banner was crafted using the most traditional methods, which Chen Ye had already thoroughly studied. If it were any other magical artifact, it would not have been so easy for him to break its design.

But in Mo Ci's opinion, Chen Ye was just being modest; he had cultivated diligently for hundreds of years but still hadn't been able to research the Myriad Soul Banner to that extent.

This disciple is truly a genius in cultivation.

Although the trap has been triggered, the result is not perfect.

The soul of the monk Ku'e has been locked by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but he is still struggling and shows no signs of exhaustion.

Chen Ye hadn't expected this demon to be so troublesome; he had already grasped the last sword talisman in his hand.

I intended to store it in the Myriad Souls Banner and deal with it slowly, but if I really can't catch it, then I'll just cut it down with one sword.

Chen Ye doesn't think that earning less is a loss. In his view, these are all free benefits, and he should give them up when it's time to give them up.

The pursuit of immortality in cultivation is to achieve longevity, but preserving one's life is of utmost importance.

The monk felt a sense of impending doom, as if boundless killing intent was enveloping him.

He wanted to use the spell again to deliver the wake-up call, but he found that as his spiritual energy was depleted, the chains tightened even more, bringing him closer to the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

He turned to destroy the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but as soon as the Vajra Pestle appeared, countless vengeful spirits flew out from the banner, sacrificing themselves to block the monk's magic. His soul then moved closer to the banner, almost being sucked in.

Although the Ten Thousand Soul Banner is a common magical artifact of the Demonic Sect, it is precisely because it combines offense and defense and is useful that it has become so widespread. It is not so easy to destroy.

The spiritual body would only weaken rapidly, and the spiritual energy would be insufficient to sustain it, making it extremely difficult to contend with ordinary magical treasures. Moreover, this was a magical treasure that he had crafted himself, and he knew perfectly well how much effort and materials he had put into it.

Who would have thought that this magical artifact would become his own death warrant?

Although she didn't know how the other party could sever her connection with the evil spirit child and steal her magical artifact, she was in imminent danger and had to save herself.

“Amitabha Buddha, I have no enmity with you, why did you steal my Dharma treasure and try to take my life? I know that I am burdened by karmic obstacles and will surely suffer retribution.”

Now, the only thing that can save my life is the power of the Opening Zen. The Opening Zen consumes far less energy than other spells. As long as I coat myself with two layers of golden body, I can at least last a little longer.

The monk Ku'e refused to believe that this kid could break his golden body with a single sword strike.

(End of this chapter)