This Taoist priest is so unprofessional!

A mountain breeze blew by, swirling up a few fallen leaves.

Zhang Chen stared blankly at the scene before him, which was beyond his imagination. He looked at the back of the young man who had single-handedly trapped an ancient ferocious beast, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

He stretched out a trembling finger, pointing to the perfect cage constructed of Taoist magic, his lips quivering, unable to speak coherently.

"This...this...this is the true Daoist technique of the Five Elements Sect! The fusion of earth and wood! How...how...how could he know this?!"

It is said that their ordinary disciples are considered to have entered the sect if they can draw upon a trace of earth and stone power or cultivate a single vine.

What Wang Xiaoer just used was to draw upon the rich soil of the entire mountain range and command the essence of the plants and trees within a hundred meters to his own advantage!

This is a technique that only sect elders who have cultivated the Five Elements Daoist arts to an extremely high level and can use it at will can possess!

How could he do that?!

Where did he learn that?!

However, the brief silence on the battlefield was soon broken.

"roar--!!!!"

The trapped evil dragon let out a furious roar that shook the heavens and the earth!

It struggled frantically!

"Click...click click..."

Spiderweb-like cracks began to appear on the incredibly thick earthen wall, and large chunks of soil began to fall.

The thick vines that were wrapped around it were broken off one by one by its terrifying brute force, turning into countless green specks of light!

An earthen prison and wooden lock cannot hold it for long!

Wang Xiaoer was panting heavily, feeling the borrowed power still surging within him.

He looked at the frantically struggling evil dragon, but his eyes remained unusually calm.

He knew this was just a temporary measure.

He turned his head and glanced at Zhang Chen, who was staring in disbelief in the distance, and A Yue, who was struggling to stand up on the other side.

He bought precious time for himself and for them.

Wang Xiaoer slowly closed his eyes.

He didn't look at the evil dragon that was about to break free of its restraints, nor did he pay attention to Zhang Chen's horrified gaze behind him.

His entire being was immersed in his "pure yang energy," which had just been flooded by the Milky Way and was now surging and turbulent.

He could feel that the "borrowed" power was being consumed at an alarming rate.

Each tremor of the earthen prison and wooden lock was frantically devouring his power.

He didn't have time.

The next second, Wang Xiaoer slowly brought his hands together in front of his chest, forming an incredibly ancient and strange hand seal.

The hand seal posture did not belong to any Taoist method he knew, nor was it the starting stance of any martial art.

It is more like a ritual, a sacrifice.

An ancient ritual in which one dedicates everything to some unknown entity.

The moment the Dharma seal is formed.

"Buzz—"

Without warning, countless mysterious golden, rice-grain-sized runes began to appear on Wang Xiaoer's skin.

These runes are neither branded nor drawn.

They seemed to grow from the deepest part of his flesh, carrying a scorching heat and a sacred aura, flowing and shimmering across his entire body.

They flowed like golden streams from his limbs and bones, rushing towards his brow!

Zhang Chen, who was in the distance, was struck dumb the moment he saw the golden runes appear.

The shock on his face was instantly replaced by a deeper fear and disbelief.

He recalled a few words from a forbidden ancient book of his sect, a technique that existed only in legends and was listed as an absolutely forbidden art!

"Use your body as a talisman, transform your spirit into a spell!"

Zhang Chen's voice became sharp and distorted.

"This is a forbidden technique that will destroy everything! Waiter, stop right now! You'll die!"

He frantically tried to rush over and stop Wang Xiaoer, but his legs felt like lead, and he couldn't move an inch.

The aura emanating from Wang Xiaoer had become incredibly sacred and majestic, carrying an inviolable and awe-inspiring divine power that suppressed him firmly in place.

Zhang Chen certainly knew what this forbidden technique meant.

Ordinary talismans use cinnabar as ink and yellow paper as a medium to draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

This forbidden technique uses the caster's flesh and blood as paper and soul as ink, burning all of their essence, energy, spirit, and even their ethereal yet real fortune!

In a mere instant, everything within oneself is completely burned away, sublimated into an ultimate divine spell of immense power, capable of changing the course of the battle!

This is a desperate act!

No, this is even more thorough than risking one's life!

This is gambling with one's own "existence"!

We won; the enemy was annihilated.

If you lose, your soul and spirit will be destroyed, and you won't even have the chance to be reincarnated!

Wang Xiaoer was well aware of the danger of this move.

This insight did not come from his cultivation, but rather from a fleeting glimpse he glimpsed from fragments of the mysterious sorcerer ancestor's memory during an ancestral worship ceremony.

That was the ultimate trump card that ancestor used when faced with some indescribable terror.

He also knew that once the evil dragon's incarnation escaped, none of the three of them would survive.

This was his only chance to completely destroy this evil dragon.

He has to gamble!

He was betting that his immense, boundless luck was deep enough that he wouldn't be completely "burned" to ashes in that instant!

"I am a person of great destiny, how could I die so easily!"

Wang Xiaoer let out a proud shout in his heart.

"Break it for me!"

Almost at the same moment that thought arose in his mind.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar echoed through the sky.

The enormous cage, constructed of earth, stone, and vegetation, finally reached its limit under the relentless and frantic struggle of the evil dragon incarnate.

The earthen prison exploded with a deafening roar!

The wooden lock snapped and broke into pieces!

Countless stones and broken vines shot out in all directions like cannonballs.

The evil dragon, in its enormous form, finally broke free from all its restraints!

Filled with boundless rage and the extreme humiliation of being toyed with by ants, it roared defiantly to the heavens.

Its mountain-like head suddenly lowered, and its blood-moon-like giant eyes locked onto the boy who was suspended in mid-air, his body covered in golden runes.

It could sense that the other party was preparing some terrifying move that made even it feel uneasy.

It can't wait any longer!

The evil dragon opened its enormous maw, enough to devour everything.

A darkness more solid and profound than ever before was frantically gathering in its throat.

That was no longer dragon breath, but a part of its divine soul's origin, an extremely yin and evil substance mixed with a thousand years of malevolent energy!

"roar!"

Without the slightest pause.

A black breath, several times thicker than before and almost solidified, like a black lightning bolt piercing the heavens and earth, tore through the thin mist in the night, carrying a destructive aura that would drag the entire world into the abyss, and spewed towards Wang Xiaoer, who was forming hand seals!

Wherever the black dragon breath passed, the space seemed to be corroded with dark cracks.

The aura of death enveloped the entire mountain valley.

Just as that devastating breath was about to reach his body.

Wang Xiaoer suddenly opened his eyes!

At that moment, all the flowing golden runes on his body finally converged into the space between his eyebrows.

A dazzling golden ancient character, seemingly containing all the order and majesty of heaven and earth, suddenly took shape between his brows.

— "Imperial Edict"!

The moment the character "敕" appeared, a burst of golden light erupted from Wang Xiaoer's body!

At that moment, he seemed to no longer be made of flesh and blood.

He transformed into a golden sun!

That light was sacred, majestic, and domineering, carrying the supreme power to purify all filth and evil in the world!