Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

The sharp sword energy tore through the blood mist, shattering the raging alien holy war and eradicating it completely.

The charging Arab cavalry froze on the spot, their blades chipped, their horses neighing in terror, and their battle-hardened fighting force instantly crumbled and disintegrated.

The seemingly unstoppable momentum of the battle was overturned and reversed by this single sword strike!

Along with the longsword came the alien causal laws that the fox had not yet covered.

Stab it!

Jiang Mingzi's clothes were completely destroyed in the "punishment," leaving him naked as he flew through the air. Feeling the stinging pain from his Dharma body, he shook his head and said, "Is the difference in strength really that great?"

He had intended to have a fight with the old fox when he had nothing else to do, but the old fox's ability to cover the law of cause and effect meant that his punishments still posed a great threat to him, the Immortal Lord of the Myriad Laws of the Mortal World.

One "punishment" may not seem like much, but a dozen or a hundred might be a different story.

"We'll talk about fighting the fox another day; today's opponent is someone else."

"Wanye brat, show yourself at once!" Jiang Mingzi shouted, and his second sword strike came down. At the same time, a new round of "punishment" descended.

The tangled web of cause and effect created the opportunity for the arrival of the Myriad Corpse Immortals. Before the appearance of the King of the Undead, the endless tide of corpses naturally served as the vanguard.

"Ok?"

Countless magical corpses stood in the air. Jiang Mingzi scanned the area and found that these magical corpses still retained their appearance from when they were alive, but their appearances were almost all exotic, and each magical corpse spoke a language that was incomprehensible to others.

"They're not entirely stupid; they've actually cultivated followers and influence in foreign lands."

"This time I can really enjoy myself."

Surrounded by the corpses, Wanye's true form gradually descended above the battlefield. He was still a flesh and blood giant enveloped in a halo, but compared to the Wanye that Jiang Mingzi had killed together with the Supreme Dharma Venerable and Lazy Sister, the current Wanye Corpse Immortal was far too weak.

Bang bang bang!

Countless foreign-looking corpses pointed forward, and magic circles appeared at their fingertips, constantly gathering various elemental creations such as explosive flames, hurricanes, shattered rocks, and ice shards.

Having been far from the East for many years, the followers of Wanye have come up with some novelties.

The classical alchemical theory of the Hermetic school holds that the human body is composed of four elements: water, earth, fire, and wind. After these alchemists died, they used rituals and the black blood of the Corpse Immortal to rearrange the elemental ratio of their physical bodies.

"go with!"

Jiang Mingzi stepped forward, and the Myriad Laws Sword was unleashed.

Countless elemental spells rained down, layer upon layer, bombarding the azure and white sword energy of the Three Truths Myriad Laws Sword.

The deafening roar continued, and violent elemental turbulence swept across the entire valley, with sand and icy flames intertwining and raging.

Despite the surging spells, the advance of the alien zombie horde continued to weaken. The enhancement of the alchemical body could no longer withstand the cleansing of the Myriad Laws Sword, and the attacks of the magic zombies became increasingly sluggish and weak.

"Boring."

Jiang Mingzi originally thought that this battle would only require a steady crushing victory to completely wipe out the zombie horde, but an unexpected change occurred.

The cold gleam of the sword, and even the myriad techniques contained within that single strike, appeared behind him without him even noticing.

Jiang Mingzi turned around, and from the chaotic spatial rifts, a jet-black, gilded ouroboros slowly materialized.

The snake's head gripped its tail, connecting and stitching together all the fragmented and scattered spaces around the battlefield, effectively sealing off all escape routes and constructing a perfectly closed, ring-shaped spatial passage that isolated the inside from the outside, thus throwing all of Jiang Mingzi's attacks back.

"Humph."

"Eternal life swallows the treasure bag."

Jiang Mingzi flicked his long sleeves, threw out his magic weapon, absorbed his sword strike, and also took the ouroboros into the bag.

"Unfortunately, your universe isn't big enough."

"Hey, can't any of you speak like a human being? Fighting like this is like me talking to myself, performing a monologue, with absolutely no feedback. Is this what you call fighting?"

"Um--"

Jiang Mingzi pondered for a moment, then remembered something. He flicked his sleeve and threw out a mirror, instantly enveloping the corpse in its light.

Swish!

In a flash, Jiang Mingzi moved in front of the first corpse in the row and cut off its right arm. The corpse was slightly stunned. The pain that had been sealed by alchemy and the nerve reactions that should have been lost returned to its body for some reason.

Magic Weapon: The Painful Funhouse Mirror.

A superior remedy that can awaken pain.

Since communication was impossible, Jiang Mingzi had to find ways to amuse himself. He couldn't understand the language of the enemy's corpses, but the screams of agony were consistent throughout the world, and he found enjoyment in hearing these painful wails repeatedly.

"Ahhhh!"

Screams echoed throughout the room.

Jiang Mingzi gripped his sword and grinned maliciously, hacking and slashing from a hundred miles away until he reached the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries.

"You got away last time, but you won't this time."

"You foolish, deceitful god who clings to life, I, the Immortal Lord, hereby grant you death. We will never meet again." After saying this, Jiang Mingzi glanced around. This time, surprisingly, no one came to the rescue.

What kind of "chief of all industries" and "number one lackey" is he? His role ended a hundred years ago, and he left the stage prematurely.

Jiang Mingzi made a hand seal with two fingers, and the giant sword fell from the sky, piercing into the shell of the Myriad Industries Corpse Immortal. The internal texture of the flesh giant shattered with a bang, and the clouds and smoke gathered inside and the many dreams dissipated together.

Order was restored to the battlefields of the secular world, and the situation was overturned once again.

Although the timeframes differ, the Myriad Corpse Immortals do not exist in the past, present, and future.

Jiang Mingzi held the Three Truths of the Same Month Token, lost in thought.

Unlike Gao Haoguang, Jiang Mingzi had met Gongsun Ling and Canyi when he was young and knew the mission that the Three Truths Dharma Gate carried. Now that the mission was over, he felt a sense of loss.

"This immortal lord is nearing the end of his lifespan, but I estimate there's still some time left. What to do? I'll find something I enjoy doing."

"For example, find an old fox to fight."

Chapter 304 The Strongest in This Era

Looking back on his life, Jiang Mingzi realized that besides killing Wanye, there was indeed another matter on his mind, a major issue that he could never get around on his path of seeking the Dharma.

The title "Changshi Wanfa Xianjun" (常世万法仙君) is unparalleled throughout history, but that's only something people in the supernatural world admire. Jiang Mingzi can be called the greatest person in all time, but that's only within the realm of "human."

"Although it may seem a bit unreasonable, it is ultimately a wish of the younger generation."

In Jiang Mingzi's memory, the old fox had never refused his request. No, as long as it was a believer's prayer and he noticed it, he would definitely grant it.

Jiang Mingzi returned to Mount Tai. In the dark, the clouds were heavy, and a long wind swept across the cold palace steps.

Sitting high in the hall, Chen Ruoan asked calmly, "Has the Myriad Corpse Immortal been dealt with?"

"It's solved."

Jiang Mingzi nodded slightly. The karmic turmoil that had plagued the Three Truths for thousands of years had finally come to an end, but now there was another matter on his mind.

"Old fox, can you fight me?" Jiang Mingzi rolled up his long sleeves, palm facing outwards, four fingers together, and then quickly hooked them inwards twice.

"The war is over, but you haven't had enough?" Chen Ruoan looked at the boy's arrogant appearance, and his memory was pulled back to a hundred years ago. If he hadn't promised Gongsun Ling to take good care of Jiang Mingzi, the fox wouldn't have had much interaction with the boy.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mingzi gently shook his head.

He raised his eyes to look at Chen Ruoan, who was sitting high above him, and said in a clear voice, "No, I have only slain all the evil spirits and investigated all causes and effects. Now I only want to personally witness the true pinnacle of cultivation in this world."

"Life is not just about fighting and self-cultivation; enjoying being human is the only way to remember that we are human."

"Uh—why should I listen to a fox preach about being a human?" Jiang Mingzi slapped his forehead, exclaiming helplessly.

"So you're just asking for trouble."

"It is."

"Go back and wait for our notification." Chen Ruoan waved his hand impatiently. "Mount Tai is the place I've chosen for my enlightenment. I wouldn't feel good about beating you up here."

Jiang Mingzi bowed in greeting and then left the Netherworld of Mount Tai.

The Three True Dharma Palaces are surrounded by swirling cloud steps, flowing gently.

Just as Jiang Mingzi returned home on a cloud, his eldest disciple Jiang Tong, with sharp eyes, rushed forward and clung to his side, saying, "Master, you're finally back after all your work! Please, show some love and care to your disciple!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Tong reached out to lean on Jiang Mingzi's shoulder. Jiang Mingzi hummed a little tune, casually clenched a fist, and flicked his wrist, striking Jiang Tong directly.

With a whooshing sound, Jiang Tong spun rapidly like a top and flew far away from the Dharma Palace.

Anyone watching would feel pain, but Jiang Tong, flying in mid-air, had bright eyes and shouted, "Fantastic! I feel so good! I almost saw a revolving lantern just now. You truly are worthy of your master!"

The disciples of the Three Truths, who were watching from the corridor, froze on the spot. They looked at each other, speechless, but silently sighed in their hearts that their master was in a great mood today.

"Since he's an old fox, no amount of preparation is ever enough."

Jiang Mingzi formed hand seals, and more than a dozen magic talismans flew out from the wooden box he carried with him, causing a huge fluctuation of causal law to ripple throughout the entire Dharma Palace.

“Wait, this aura is…” The disciples were stunned. “Because the cost of refining it is too high, Master usually doesn’t use the Three True Bright Seed Talismans, and he summoned sixteen of them at once.”

Is the final battle about to begin?

"The feud between the Three Truths and the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries will be severed in the near future!" After waiting for many years, the disciples were finally excited and overjoyed.

"Don't get excited. This time, the opponent isn't Wanye. That Nirvana King has long since lost his future." Jiang Mingzi glanced at the restless crowd.

"Then who is Master's talisman prepared for?"

"A guy even more terrifying than the Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries."

"Is there anything the disciples can help with?"

Jiang Mingzi rested his finger on his chin and thought for a moment: "You all wear women's clothing, hold bouquets of flowers, and cheer for this immortal lord around the execution ground. It is said that this behavior is extremely popular in later generations."

"Um... Master, can't we go to the battlefield?" The faces of the Three True Disciples were not all as thick-skinned as the sect leader.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Yes."

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There was no set date for the duel between the man and the fox. Jiang Mingzi prepared his talismans and magical artifacts, waiting patiently for the old fox's arrival. From the sweltering heat of summer to late autumn, a wisp of green smoke finally drifted from the eastern horizon, gradually coalescing into shape.

Chen Ruoan has lived in seclusion in the Netherworld for a long time. He usually sends out some small fox clones to collect rumors in the world. Apart from that, he rarely appears in the supernatural world. Some young people who are over a hundred years old no longer know what a fox looks like.

"Master is already the pinnacle of those who seek the Dharma. Is there anyone else in the entire world of supernatural powers who deserves such serious treatment from Master?"

If such a thing exists, it can only be an old monster hidden in history.

"In other words, today's situation might be the strongest in the world, facing the strongest in history?"