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"Thump...thump...thump!" The muffled sound, like the beating of a drum, struck the eardrums. The messy pile of cardboard boxes swelled and expanded, like the vibrant heart of some creature, beating violently.

"Bah..."

Spiderweb-like cracks extended and climbed across the surface of the corrugated cardboard. Suddenly, two giant hands, each a foot in diameter, emerged and ripped outwards. The pile of cardboard boxes, as large as houses, exploded with a bang. Amidst the swirling dark yellow light, a majestic and imposing figure landed with a thud.

Amidst the flying debris, a powerful and weighty aura swept over, exuding a grand and ancient charm, as if a Titan had emerged from the depths of history, shaking off the dust of time from its shoulders, and majestically descending upon the field.

"It's actually... the Lord of the Labyrinth?"

Upon seeing the newcomer clearly, Zhu Mingyao couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The large, curved hooves rubbed against the gravel, making a creaking sound, and gleamed with a metallic, bluish-gray light, supporting the robust body that was over three meters tall.

The muscles, as if cast in bronze and iron, bulged high, their surface covered with various dark bloodstains and old scars, as if recounting past battles. The thick neck did not bear a human face, but rather a huge bull's head with two jet-black horns on its head.

Where the eyelids open and close, two fist-sized golden pupils burst forth with light, exuding a majestic and immortal radiance!

Large and small scraps of paper floated around, like guards surrounding a king, highlighting its extraordinary status.

This classic image, coupled with the name the clown just shouted, makes its true identity obvious.

Minotaur!

In various transcendental systems of the East and West, dark monsters with bull heads and human bodies are not uncommon, but only one being can bear this noble name:

The Minotaur King who left a glorious mark in the ancient Greek epics; the ruler of the Cretan labyrinth; a powerful monster born of Pasiphaë, daughter of the sun god Helios, and a white sacred bull!

The mythological figures appeared vividly before his eyes. Even though Zhu Mingyao was a second incarnation, had achieved great success in cultivation, and was considered knowledgeable and experienced, he was still deeply shocked.

Before he arrived, he had considered that the enemy might have hidden trump cards, but he did not expect them to be so powerful.

Even conservatively estimated, a demon king with the rank of demigod would have a strength that surpasses the [Scepter Rank] and approaches the [Crown Rank]. In terms of the realm classification of the Xuanmen Immortal Path, that would be at least at the level of Yin God or Ghost Immortal.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party's aura was weak and his condition was clearly not right, he would have already slipped away.

"Oh!"

The hard iron hooves slammed down violently, crushing the limp and weak clown to pieces, leaving only half of his body with his hands attached.

To Zhu Mingyao's surprise, the Minotaur did not attack him immediately, but instead unleashed boundless fury on the enemy who had imprisoned him.

As the controller's power drastically diminished, the spatial barrier separating the inside from the outside became thin and transparent, revealing the monster corpses scattered across the open ground outside, along with a host of summoned creatures.

Having dealt a heavy blow to his enemy, the Minotaur King still seemed unsatisfied. He spread his ten fingers wide and brought down a dazzling stream of light, intending to kill the Joker on the spot.

Just then, a fist with protruding bronze-colored bone spurs, accompanied by a sharp sonic boom like a ghostly wail, abruptly blocked the path of the attack.

Like two towering mountains colliding head-on, the Minotaur swayed and staggered back two steps amidst the earth-shaking shockwaves, while its opponent was sent flying backward in a wobbly fashion.

However, Zhu Mingyao broke through the spatial barrier and summoned back the Yaksha Ghost General to launch a surprise attack.

"Good heavens, it truly lives up to its reputation as a legendary monster with the blood of the Olympian gods flowing through its veins!" As the manipulator, he could receive clear sensory feedback from the summoned creature. Its violent power, like a landslide and a tsunami, was something he had never seen before. Even the Yaksha Demon General, who was also known for its monstrous strength, paled in comparison.

What should he do if he couldn't win in a one-on-one fight? His mind raced, and a group of soldiers rushed forward, immediately launching a righteous brawl. At the same time, he raised his palms, formed a hand seal, circulated his Qi to his heart palace, and blew out with a smirk, sending crimson flames surging out like waves.

This attack was exactly the right medicine. After all, everyone on Earth knows that the gods of the sacred mountain in ancient Greece were known for their strong emotions and desires and their chaotic ethical relationships. The Heart Fire supernatural power might just have a miraculous effect.

However, he still underestimated his opponent. With a deafening bellow, a halo of dim yellow light rose around the Minotaur, which spread rapidly with bits of paper. Suddenly, a phantom of an extremely complex labyrinth made of dark yellow stone descended, crashing down with a savage yet sacred power.

The summoned creatures that were first to be attacked immediately witnessed the power of the attack. The weakest of them, the two-headed ogre corpse, withered and flattened instantly, turning into a paper doll. It was then inexplicably sucked into a corner of the maze and lost contact.

The five Yin soldiers were slightly stronger. Taking advantage of their elusive nature as spirits, they made a sharp turn and escaped before being captured.

Only the Yaksha Demon General, his body radiating crimson and yellow corpse energy, managed to barely resist the invisible demonic power in the void, but judging from the gradually shrinking defensive circle, defeat was only a matter of time.

Not only were the guardian soldiers, each with their own unique abilities, defeated and sunk to the ground, but even the invisible inner fire was forcibly altered, turning into wisps of crimson paper that helplessly fell into the dust.

"Is it some kind of domain power?"

Zhu Mingyao was startled and dared not let the strange maze-like phantom cover him. He quickly moved around and circled along the outer edge, his hands flying with yellow talismans, lightning sword energy, flames and frost, and even curses and spells, testing the waters in turn.

However, no matter what kind of attack it is, once it enters the maze area, it is all forcibly transformed into paper pieces of various shapes and colors, and the enemy cannot even touch a hair on it.

Moreover, its range continued to expand, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

This can't go on... Zhu Mingyao felt a little anxious. Although the space here was spacious enough, it had its limits. At the current rate, they would be forced into a corner sooner or later.

He clenched the trump card hidden in his palm, thinking that once he found the core of the secret treasure, he could simply implant this thing into it. Who would have thought that the source of the space's pillar was not some divine artifact or secret treasure, but a living, powerful monster!

Given the current situation, how can we get close enough to it?

"Do you see that? This is the innate power from the divine bloodline, the seed that allows one to open the gate to immortality. If it weren't for your interference, it should have belonged to me!"

Seeing Zhu Mingyao forced to dart about, the clown, despite his broken body and barely breathing, still mustered all his strength to let out a wild, triumphant laugh.

"Be treated the same as the heroes of the mythical age, and feel honored by your death..."

It stared at the youth with excitement, eager to taste the flavors of fear and anger.

Unfortunately, it didn't find what it was looking for; only a hint of realization and...surprise appeared on that young face?

As the clear incantation was chanted, it was as if the emperor, who sat in the northern sky and was in charge of subduing demons, opened the palace gates, and the fierce and powerful celestial energy swept in like a thousand troops, filling the six directions and eight directions.

King Zhou's reign was marked by imperial decree, and a tragic event occurred. The flames blazed like smoke in the night sky, their brilliance dazzling like a radiant sunset. The Martial City, imbued with divine power, stood majestically, its light swallowing the clear river. The gates of Changhe overlooked the Danjing, and the Cloud Gate rose majestically. Seven strange canopies stretched across the sky, connecting Wan and spreading demonic influences. The Six Heavens stretched across the northern road; this was the abode of ghosts and gods.

【The Great Spell to Subdue Demons in the Arctic】Subdues all heretical spirits and demons!

A powerful surge of alien energy, like a raging sea, impacted the most fundamental spiritual structure of the labyrinth, causing its operation to stall for a moment!

"Thank you for reminding me. Today, I too will be the King of Athens who slays the Cretan bull!" With a clear and melodious laugh, the silver-white sword light rose like a dragon or snake from the land, slashing down with the force of a thunderbolt.

The sword light faded, and a drop of bronze-colored blood fell, landing on the ground with a resounding clang, as if it were not liquid but hard metal.

Minotaur's aura suddenly dissipated, and the labyrinthine phantom vanished abruptly! Beside his strong neck, a thin, dark, old scar slowly cracked open, spreading around his neck. Beneath the shimmering skin, the flesh was empty, and pale golden bones were faintly visible, as if he had been beheaded by a single blow long ago!

It roared to the sky in a mixture of shock and rage, recklessly squeezing out its own bloodline essence. A rich, dim yellow light rose and flowed, about to re-condense the domain.

But at that moment, Zhu Mingyao appeared behind the Minotaur King first, pressing a sliver of emerald light into the wound.

"The legend was right after all. You were killed by the great hero Theseus once, no wonder you have weakened to this extent."

Thousands of transparent roots seeped into the minotaur's body, and lotus flowers emitting a faint, clear light swayed and grew. The majestic body was struck by lightning and instantly turned into a stiff statue.

"How...did you...do that..." The clown was puzzled as he looked at the young man walking with a cane in his crystal-yellow eyes. This human's strength was only slightly better than his own, not enough to subdue the Minotaur.

"Sigh..." Zhu Mingyao shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"That's right, even if you monsters imitate humans in appearance, you're still missing a screw in your heads."

Golden flames roared up from the peachwood staff, which was raised high above the head, reflecting the brilliance of a giant blue lotus that was slowly descending on the chaotic space dome.

"From infancy, humans learn an essential survival skill that is..."

The peachwood staff slammed down mockingly.

"...Call your parents!"

Chapter 321 The Treasure of Inheritance 1

Just as clergy specialize in exorcism and healing, witches have a deep understanding of curses. Every extraordinary school in the world has its own specialty.

When it comes to the unique skills of the Xuanmen Talisman School, besides chanting incantations and drawing talismans, there is also the Qingci Tongtian, which summons immortals and gods to subdue demons and monsters, also known as the "Shaking People Great Method".

Although the gods and saints are far away now, and this trick no longer works, the sages of the past thousands of years have still used their wisdom to find alternative methods.

If you can't invite immortals or gods, then invite your own family's elders and experts.

Through prepared ritual implements and special procedures, the master cultivators who have attained Yin and Yang spirits in the sect are remotely guided to travel through the vast void and descend to lend a helping hand.

Maoshan Shangqing happens to have a powerful expert capable of performing such a difficult operation, so Zhu Mingyao had already made arrangements with the other party before the operation. Once the spatial core was located, the operation would be launched remotely.

With power, backing, and meticulous planning, once they successfully capture the hidden "circus" lurking in the cracks of the void, the fate of the clowns and other monsters is sealed.

As the boundless darkness receded, Zhu Mingyao regained his senses from the chaos.

Amidst the rippling clear water, lotus flowers of all colors bloom in full glory. A gentle breeze stirs the bamboo shadows, and the long, emerald-green leaves collide with each other, producing a melodious sound like the clinking of gold and jade.

As the familiar yet unfamiliar scene came into view, Zhu Mingyao let out a soft breath, relieving the fatigue from the continuous battles.

This is the very place where his soul was pulled in and where he received the Yellow Court Immortal Technique from the sect leader.

With his current level of insight, he could naturally see that the so-called world of consciousness was just a perfunctory excuse. This space was clearly a secret realm between reality and illusion, and its level was even far above that half-finished circus tent.

He didn't hold any resentment about it. Everyone has secrets, right? Even parents can't be completely honest with their children about everything.

Besides, no one else pressed him for the secret of his rapid cultivation, so what right did he have to worry about it?

Zhu Mingyao composed himself, quickly walked to a stone table in the distance, and bowed gratefully to a graceful figure.

"Thank you for your help, Sect Leader."

"Hehe, there's no need to be so polite among family." There was naturally no one else here. Lin Xuansheng casually waved his hand to invite him to sit down, his face beaming with a smile, looking to be in a very good mood.

He was manipulating a ball of light and shadow in his hand, inside which the collapsed colorful tent and the Minotaur were clearly visible.

"It's your own merit that you weakened the power of the demon's lair to the extreme and found an opportunity to implant the magic weapon. Otherwise, even with my avatar striking from a distance, it would have been difficult to subdue this savage bull."

Lin Xuansheng held his spoils and clicked his tongue in amazement, "I never thought that in this day and age, I could still catch a remnant of an ancient god."

He stroked his beard and smiled, "Didn't you want a treasure the size of a mustard seed? With such good materials, that thing should be able to be repaired and modified, and then passed down to you."

"What does the sect leader mean by that?" Zhu Mingyao blinked curiously.

Lin Xuansheng paused for a moment, then asked in return, "Did your master ever tell you in detail about the origins of your family's lineage?"

"This all comes down to the grudges of the previous generation. The story begins more than a hundred years ago..." Lin Xuansheng tapped the table lightly with his five fingers, his gaze distant as he recounted the tale.

"At that time, my grandmaster, who was the previous generation's head of the Maoshan sect, was in charge of the sect. To put it bluntly, his cultivation level was only average among the past leaders, but the three disciples he taught were exceptionally talented..."

"The eldest disciple has an extremely high talent for supernatural killing techniques. He can grasp the essence of things very quickly. He is not only proficient in the sect's Taoist arts but also cultivates thunder magic. Whether he goes out to subdue demons or spars with fellow practitioners, he rarely encounters an opponent."

"The second disciple was born with a pair of spiritual eyes. He is skilled in finding dragon veins and locating acupoints, adjusting yin and yang, and is adept at setting up Qimen Dunjia and immortal formations."

"The third disciple is exceptionally intelligent and skilled in talismans and incantations. He can apply his knowledge to new situations and even come up with innovative ideas, daring to think of things that no one has thought of before."

"At that moment, the Grandmaster felt that his lifespan was coming to an end and wanted to choose one of his three disciples to succeed him as the sect leader. However, all three disciples were outstanding and it was difficult to distinguish who was better. This made things difficult for him."

"After much deliberation, he set up a test, ordering the three of them to go down the mountain separately to observe their words, deeds, merits and demerits in order to make a judgment."

"After careful consideration, the Grandmaster believed that the eldest disciple was too arrogant and domineering, always resorting to violence. The third disciple was obsessed with magic, indifferent to ordinary people, and lacked compassion. Only the second disciple was gentle and benevolent, with a heart for spreading the Dao and saving the people, so the position of sect leader was passed on to the second disciple..."

"Was it because the other two disciples were dissatisfied and eventually turned against each other?" Zhu Mingyao couldn't help but interject, thinking that this was indeed a classic scene from a martial arts novel.

Lin Xuansheng smiled bitterly, "It's not that they've become enemies, but they are definitely resentful. They could tolerate it when our master was alive, but after our master passed away, the two of them immediately went down the mountain and left to start their own lineage. The second disciple who succeeded him as the sect leader tried to persuade them several times, but to no avail. We had no choice but to put the matter aside for now and wait for them to change their minds."

"At that time, it was the end of the Later Jin Dynasty. The world was in turmoil. Foreign powers surrounded us and were eyeing us covetously. The court was corrupt and tyrannical, and people were selling out the country for personal gain. It was difficult for us practitioners to remain unaffected. From the most prestigious sects to folk religions, everyone was involved. Some wanted to save the day, while others wanted to take advantage of the chaos."