Zhang Kui Asks the Way in Investiture of the Gods

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Ma Yuan laughed wildly, the main banner in his hand fluttering. The thousand-foot golden-winged roc behind him, formed from the winged immortal soul and endless netherworld evil energy, solidified completely. Its wings spread out like clouds hanging from the sky, casting shadows that completely enveloped the broken Skull Mountain.

However, this roc no longer possessed any of its former majesty. Its body was swirling with thick, dark, and ghostly energy, and two leaping ghostly flames flickered in its eyes, filled with resentment and deathly stillness. Every time it flapped its wings, it brought forth a bone-corroding and soul-destroying yin wind.

The eighty-one Xuan Yin Gathering Beast Banners, once refined, resembled eighty-one towering demonic pillars, their eerie light connecting to form a curtain of despair that completely sealed off this world.

Within the formation, a howling wind, no longer the sound of wind, but the shrieks of countless beast souls mixed with the resentment of the Golden Roc, powerful enough to tear apart the souls of ordinary cultivators. Even more terrifying, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within the domain was completely solidified and frozen, like solid ice. All escape techniques, talismans, and even most supernatural abilities that required drawing upon external spiritual energy were now rendered useless.

Zhang Kui and Nezha instantly felt an extreme chill seeping in from all directions, freezing not only their physical bodies but also their magical power and soul.

The flames of the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover above Nezha's head gradually dimmed, barely able to protect an area of ​​about ten feet around him. The Samadhi True Fire outside the fire cover sizzled under the erosion of the thick Netherworld evil energy, and its range continued to shrink.

"Die!" Ma Yuanzhi was smug, feeling an unprecedented power that intoxicated him. As the main banner was waved, the thousand-foot-tall Netherworld Golden Roc let out a soul-tearing shriek, carrying with it countless ferocious beast souls surging out like a tide behind it. Like the Netherworld descending, it crushed down on Zhang Kui and Nezha, whose movements were slowed and whose magic power was restricted within the domain, as if it wanted to completely crush and devour them along with this space.

"Damn it, the spiritual energy is blocked, and my supernatural powers are sluggish. This formation makes it difficult for me to use the Five Elements Escape and Flying Body Transmission techniques, and the Nine Breaths Breathing Technique is almost ineffective, making it impossible to replenish spiritual energy from the outside." Alarm bells rang in Zhang Kui's mind. This was the first time he had encountered such a troublesome problem since becoming a True Immortal.

He tried to activate his golden core. The five-stage golden core in his dantian still shone brightly, but the connection with the outside world was forcibly severed by the Xuan Yin Domain, making it extremely difficult to output his magic power.

"Nezha, are you alright?" Zhang Kui asked in a deep voice, his voice weak amidst the raging soul howls. His own condition was slightly better; besides his golden core providing mana through its own self-circulating cycle, the bloodline power within him, originating from the Wu Clan's Kuafu, did not rely on external spiritual energy but rather stemmed from the blood and qi of his physical body. Although also suppressed by the domain, it was not completely ineffective, allowing him to maintain a certain level of mobility and physical strength.

Nezha's face turned pale as he struggled to maintain the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover, gritting his teeth as he said, "I won't die for now, but... it's hard to say what will happen after a while." Although Nezha's lotus incarnation was not afraid of attacks on the soul, the absolute confinement of spiritual energy by the Xuan Yin Domain had almost crippled most of his Chan Sect profound skills. He could only rely on the power of the magic weapon itself to withstand the attack, which consumed a lot of energy and was difficult to sustain.

"The situation is hopeless, we must retreat!" Zhang Kui made a quick judgment. "The formation is complete, Ma Yuan's strength has increased dramatically. If we continue to fight head-on, Nezha and I will undoubtedly be defeated, and we may even perish."

His gaze swept across the Xuan Yin Domain, his mind racing. "My supernatural powers and spells are restricted, but the power of my Wu Clan bloodline remains. I'll forcefully break through the domain's blockade with this bloodline power, and then do everything in my power to take Nezha away."

Just as Zhang Kui's blood and qi began to roar, surging like the Yangtze River, his muscles bulging slightly, preparing to unleash the power of the Wu Clan at any cost and implement this extremely risky breakout plan...

"Snap!"

The entire Xuan Yin domain suddenly trembled violently.

"What's going on?" Ma Yuan's maniacal laughter froze. As the one in charge of the formation, he felt it most clearly.

He discovered that his control over the formation, especially over the newly formed Netherworld Golden Roc Dharma Image that served as its core, was experiencing a very subtle... stagnation.

Zhang Kui also noticed this unusual change. He immediately suppressed the bloodline power that was about to erupt and focused his mind on sensing, "Is it a problem with Ma Yuan's own cultivation? This vibration... should it be coming from the outside, or is the formation itself unstable?"

Before they could figure it out, something unexpected happened.

A ray of golden light, like the first ray of sunlight piercing through thick clouds before dawn, appeared without warning at the edge of the pitch-black realm. The golden light was extremely hot, with an indescribable penetrating power. Wherever it passed, the thick, ghostly aura melted and dissipated rapidly, as if ice and snow were meeting the sun, making a hissing sound.

Immediately following, a second, a third… a total of forty-nine golden beams shot in from all directions outside the domain. They were like countless golden swords, fiercely tearing apart this seemingly indestructible Xuan Yin domain.

Zhang Kui immediately felt that the suffocating oppressive force around him was rapidly receding, and the originally icy spiritual energy of heaven and earth resumed its flow. Although it was still mixed with the energy of the underworld, it could now be drawn in and absorbed by him.

"An opportunity!" Zhang Kui and Nezha exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise and determination in each other's eyes. Without hesitation, they immediately activated their techniques to the fullest extent.

Zhang Kui's Nine Breaths Absorption technique absorbed the surging spiritual energy with unprecedented efficiency, nourishing his parched meridians, and the wound on his shoulder also healed rapidly under the nourishment of his magical power.

Nezha then unleashed his magical power, and the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover above his head roared to life, forcing the approaching beast souls back once again.

The Xuan Yin Domain was riddled with holes and on the verge of collapse under the sudden impact of the golden light.

Ma Yuan was both shocked and furious. He tried to forcibly stabilize the formation and urged the Netherworld Golden Roc Dharma Image to attack the source of the golden light. However, he found that the Golden Roc Dharma Image was somewhat restless and showed a trace of instinctive fear of the golden light.

Just then, a particularly dazzling, almost tangible golden pillar of light descended from the broken dome of the domain like a ladder to heaven, and from within the pillar of light, a beautiful and heroic graceful figure slowly descended.

She was dressed in a light gold, close-fitting outfit that accentuated her lithe figure. A fiery red cloak billowed behind her shoulders, moving without wind like a burning flame. She held no weapon, yet she exuded an aura of unparalleled sharpness and piercing power. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, but not coquettish; instead, it possessed a heroic and dashing air honed by battlefield experience. Her brows shone with a clear, bright light, and her cultivation had clearly reached the True Immortal realm, even surpassing Zhang Kui's by a degree of refinement.

With her arrival, a familiar voice, long forgotten yet deeply etched in his memory, filled with barely concealed excitement and the joy of reunion, clearly reached Zhang Kui's ears: "Brother Zhang, it's been a long time."

Zhang Kui was completely stunned, as if struck by lightning. He stared at the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar face, now softened by the changes in her cultivation and demeanor, his eyes filled with disbelief. He blurted out instinctively, "Lan Ying?"

The person who came was none other than Gao Lanying, whom he had been separated from for several years and who had been taken back to Jin'ao Island by the Holy Mother of Wudang and carefully taught as her disciple.

At this moment, Gao Lanying was completely transformed compared to a few years ago. She was no longer the girl who needed his protection, but a valiant and profoundly skilled True Immortal of the Jie Sect. The method she used to break through this terrifying Xuan Yin Domain clearly showed that she had received the true teachings of the Jie Sect, and its power was astonishing.

Gao Lanying gave Zhang Kui a reassuring smile, then her sharp gaze swept over the bewildered Ma Yuan, her voice clear and confident: "You evil sorcerer, Gao Lanying is here. You're acting so arrogantly with just a few tattered banners. Watch me break your evil magic."

Before she finished speaking, she pointed her fingers like a sword at the void. The sharp aura surrounding her instantly surged, transforming into countless golden rays of light, invisible to the naked eye yet incredibly condensed. These rays shot towards the Xuan Yin Gathering Beast Banners, whose spiritual light had already become disordered under the impact of the golden light, especially the main banner that served as its core.

"This is actually... the true fire of the sun, which is extremely yang and powerful, and is said to be able to burn everything. Moreover, it seems to contain a trace of pure yang that can dispel evil!" Zhang Kui observed it carefully for a long time and finally figured it out. He was shocked by Gao Lanying's growth and felt an indescribable sense of pride.

Once Ma Yuan's formation is broken, the advantage will be in our hands.

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