From Paper Craftsman to World-Suppressing Immortal

"Shangqing Thunder Sword Formation Talisman! Go!"

Zhang Zhixuan unleashed the [Shangqing Thunder Sword Formation Talisman] in his hand. In an instant, the great divine power on the talisman swept out like a tidal wave, its terrifying pressure suppressing all directions!

In the underground palace, whether you are a vengeful spirit, a vengeful ghost, or a corpse puppet or evil spirit, you are all suppressed to the ground by this pressure in an instant, leaving only the trembling deep in your soul.

The Goddess of Flowers was fleeing for her life with the stone coffin when her figure was instantly frozen in place.

"This is... a great supernatural power..."

For the first time, the Goddess of Flowers showed a look of shock and fear, but no matter how hard she struggled, her body seemed to be stuck in a swamp and she could not move an inch.

At this moment, the [Shangqing Thunder Sword Formation Talisman] soared into the sky, and the sword energy and lightning transformed into golden and purple energies that swirled around the talisman.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Inside the underground palace, thunder rumbled and sword light flashed, causing the entire palace to shake violently, with rubble falling everywhere and everyone's eardrums ringing.

Such power left even Daoist Lingxu and his disciples, Pei Shouzhen and his three disciples, utterly astonished.

"Boom! Boom!"

Amidst the deafening roar of thunder, three thousand six hundred lightning swords appeared simultaneously. Each sword, formed from lightning, was a sharp longsword with crackling arcs of electricity swirling around its blade. The tips of the swords pointed in all directions, instantly forming a massive and unparalleled thunderous sword array that completely enveloped the entire underground palace.

Once the sword formation was complete, the world changed color.

"Destroy!"

Zhang Zhixuan pointed his finger and uttered a cold shout.

As the decree was issued, lightning flashed! Three thousand six hundred lightning swords shot out in an instant!

Each streak of lightning sword light transformed into a stream of purple-gold light, crisscrossing and dancing at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, turning all evil and filth into nothingness wherever it passed.

Whether it was a corpse puppet, any vengeful spirit, or a highly poisonous insect, it didn't even have time to scream before the lightning sword pierced through its body and instantly vaporized by the power of lightning.

Throughout the entire underground palace, purple-gold sword light and lightning intertwined to form a destructive ocean.

The Goddess of Flowers was at the edge of the sword formation. She used all her remaining magic power to barely withstand two or three lightning sword strikes before she could no longer hold on.

Streaks of lightning and sword energy pierced through her body, even shattering her natal demon core and revealing her enormous demon body. But even as her demon body crumbled and dissipated, she still used her shattered body to desperately protect Lu Lingsu's stone coffin.

Zhang Zhixuan glanced at them contemptuously, about to unleash more thunderous sword energy to completely destroy the stone coffins of the Goddess of Flowers and Lu Lingsu.

Suddenly...

"Boom!"

A tremendous roar came from the depths of the earth, and the entire underground palace shook. Rocks overhead kept falling and crashing to the ground with dull thuds.

The failure of the Mahakala Wheel Reversal Technique caused the earth's veins to become disordered. Coupled with the powerful force of the Shangqing Thunder Sword Array Talisman, it completely destroyed the structure of the underground palace. This underground palace, which buried countless terrifying sins, is about to collapse completely.

"Quickly! The underground palace is about to collapse!" Lingxu Daoist shouted.

At this moment, Zhang Zhixuan could not care about anything else. He turned around and joined Lingxu Daoist. The group followed closely behind Lingxu Daoist, activating the Golden Light Mantra to protect themselves, and ran towards the exit of the underground palace together.

The passageway kept collapsing, and huge rocks kept falling from above.

The group ran frantically, with deafening noises all around them and the passage behind them constantly collapsing. Even though the passage was dark, they dared not stop.

After running for an unknown amount of time, a light finally appeared ahead.

"The exit is just ahead! Hurry!"

Overjoyed, the group quickened their pace and rushed out of the underground palace.

The blinding sunlight shone on their faces, causing them to squint.

Zhang Zhixuan gasped for breath, and when he looked back, he saw that the mountain behind him had completely collapsed, turning into a huge ruin.

The underground palace has been completely buried, and no trace of it can be found anymore.

Yunmo patted his chest, still shaken, and said, "We finally escaped. That was so dangerous; I almost got buried."

At this moment, Zhang Zhixuan looked around and frowned: "Something's not right. This isn't Peony Town, is it?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked around and carefully examined their surroundings.

"Look, there seems to be a house ahead," Yunmo said, pointing ahead.

Following the direction Yunmo pointed, everyone looked ahead and were surprised to see houses vaguely standing behind a grove of trees.

"Let's go take a look." Chu Qinghe acted swiftly and strode away, with the others following closely behind.

The group walked a short distance, passing through the mountains and forests, and arrived at an abandoned mountain village.

The gate of the manor was rotten and dilapidated, with only half of the door frame standing there alone. Above the door frame hung a broken plaque, the words on the plaque were blurred and illegible, and only the four characters "Panlong Manor" could be vaguely seen.

"Panlong Manor! This is Panlong Manor!"

Zhang Zhixuan was the first to react. He immediately found an open viewpoint and looked outside. Sure enough, he could see the desolate and dilapidated Peony Town at the foot of the mountain in the distance.

"Everyone, we're now at the top of Panlong Mountain!" Zhang Zhixuan exclaimed. Everyone frowned. They hadn't expected that after fleeing the underground palace in a panic, they wouldn't have returned to Mudan Town at the foot of the mountain, but instead ended up at the top of Panlong Mountain.

Strangely, there was no thick fog or miasma nearby; instead, a mountain breeze blew, the air was clear, and the scenery below was clearly visible in the distance.

"What should we do now? Go down the mountain, or explore the manor?" Chu Qinghe asked.

The crowd exchanged glances, and finally Zhang Zhixuan said, "Since we're here, let's go in and take a look. If there are any remaining evil spirits, eliminate them to prevent future trouble!"

Master Lingxu nodded: "What Layman Zhang said makes sense."

Everyone agreed and entered the abandoned village on Panlong Mountain.

Inside the villa, there were broken walls and ruins everywhere, and in some corners the weeds grew taller than a person.

Several old trees stood crookedly in the yard, and every now and then a few crows would caw strangely.

The entire mountain villa has been abandoned for too long, just like the Peony Town at the foot of the mountain, exuding an atmosphere of desolation and ruin.

Inside the villa, many houses had collapsed due to years of disrepair, with only a few walls still standing. Weeds grew rampant on the ground, and snakes, insects, and rodents were frequently startled by the footsteps of the visitors and fled in all directions.

The group searched the ruins of the manor but found no trace of any living people or monsters; the entire manor was deathly still.

"There is no trace of demons or evil spirits in this manor," said Master Lingxu. Zhang Zhixuan echoed this sentiment, as his discerning eye also failed to detect any unusual aura.

Pei Shouzhen looked up at the sky and said, "Since there is nothing unusual here, let's take advantage of the fact that there is neither fog nor poisonous miasma on the mountain and go down now."

"Okay, let's go."

Just as everyone was about to leave, Zhang Zhixuan inadvertently caught a glimpse of a well standing in the weeds.

"Please wait a moment, everyone."

Zhang Zhixuan raised his hand and pointed behind the weeds: "There seems to be a well over there. I remember when the Goddess of Flowers possessed the paper doll, she asked me to come to Panlong Mountain to find a dry well. Maybe this is it?"

After saying this, Zhang Zhixuan walked to the well.

The dry well looked quite old. The well rim was made of bluestone, covered with moss and cracks. Around the dry well, weeds grew exceptionally lushly, almost completely covering the well opening.

When Zhang Zhixuan leaned over the well, he discovered that the well opening was hastily sealed off by a few stone slabs.

There seemed to be some words written on the stone slab sealing the well opening. Zhang Zhixuan reached out to wipe the dust off the stone slab, but with just a light touch, the stone slab immediately cracked and fell into the well with a clatter.

There was no water in the well; it was just a dry well. The stone slab fragments fell directly to the bottom of the well and shattered into pieces.

Zhang Zhixuan was speechless and could only lean down to look into the well. It was pitch black inside, and he couldn't see the bottom. Only a chilling, damp air rose up.

"Can you see what's down there?"

Everyone shook their heads. Master Lingxu took a tinderbox, lit it, and threw it into the dry well.

The fire flare fell to the bottom of the well, barely illuminating the surrounding scenery. In the darkness, there seemed to be a skeleton.

"I'll go down and take a look."

"Layman Zhang, I'll go with you."

As soon as Zhang Zhixuan finished speaking, Daoist Lingxu immediately echoed him. Yunmo took out a rope from his luggage, tied it to a tree, and the two climbed down the rope into the well.

Fortunately, the dry well wasn't very deep, and it didn't take long to reach the bottom.

Zhang Zhixuan picked up the fire flask he had thrown away earlier and shone it around. Sure enough, a few steps away, he saw a skeleton.

The skeleton was dressed in a tattered, embroidered purple robe with gold dragon patterns. It sat cross-legged at the bottom of the well, with its hands on its knees, maintaining a meditative posture, and its head slightly lowered, as if it were meditating in deep concentration.

"This person...could it be...?"

When Master Lingxu saw the skeleton, his eyes widened in shock and solemnity, as if he had recognized the skeleton's identity.