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The cold and eerie Mao Moon floated in the sky. The Hong Sha on either side was also drawing closer. Zuo Ci snapped a stick of incense to life. He exhaled clouds of smoke as he gazed at the Old Daoist. With a strange smile, he said, "Today, let me show you the Kai Yan, the true power of the Dao Realm!"
The Dao Realm had always been a forbidden level. Very few had cultivated to this stage, especially in this Last Law Era, where the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy was thin, and the accumulation of magical power was exceedingly slow. Most battles were fought with techniques rather than spells. After all, casting a Shu Fa consumed a significant amount of magical energy that would take a long time to recover.
The Poor Dao wanted to witness what it truly meant to follow the Dao! The Old Daoist looked at Zuo Ci with some trepidation in his eyes. Though he spoke stiffly, his retreating steps betrayed his thoughts. If it weren't for relying on his senior to cast such a massive formation, I wouldn't dare to easily use this Shen Tong today!
Zuo Ci chuckled, "Since you have helped me, you should also die with dignity!" He formed a hand seal and chanted, "Reveal!" Behind him, the Evil God opened its blood-red maw, ravenously devouring the thick dark mist that permeated the world. Its mouth resembled a funnel as torrents of Yin Qi cascaded in like a waterfall.
Creaking sounds echoed as beneath the Evil God's head, an impressive skeletal structure began to form. Purple-black flesh erupted wildly from the bones. Each piece of flesh was filled with a grim Yuan Hun, covering the surface of the skeleton like threads through a needle.
In just a moment, a towering Seven-Faced Evil God phantom appeared behind Zuo Ci, enveloped in monstrous purple-black bone spikes, exuding an exceptionally fierce and terrifying aura.
On the cheek, the bones jutted out sharply, and the canine teeth interlocked, resembling a mask made of bone. It covered half of the Evil God's face. On the monstrous head, seven distorted faces resided, while from its ribs and spine emerged arms dripping with blood. These arms seemed to have grown forcefully from the flesh, exuding a grand aura and a chilling demonic energy.
The blood-soaked, grotesque palms of the Evil God grasped an ancient banner, a bone knife, a Blood Flesh Copper Coin, a blood-colored gemstone, a human skin pouch, and a Black Talisman. The sight was undeniably sinister.
Zuo Ci floated in the air, sitting cross-legged atop the Evil God’s head, his gaze somewhat entranced as he stroked the Evil God’s head. The old Daoist's pupils shrank to pinpoints, reminiscent of a type of divine eye recorded in ancient texts—an ability only achievable by ancient powers.
Suddenly, the surrounding scene changed dramatically. Thick, evil, writhing shadows engulfed the red collision spell that the old Daoist had exerted with all his might, swallowing it like black liquid. The area fell into utter void and silence—a pure darkness enveloped Zuo Ci's heart.
Was this the Dao Domain? As he looked at the black liquid spreading beneath him, his expression shifted slightly. The black liquid shrieked and howled as it writhed like a swamp, struggling to give rise to twisted ghostly figures. Their pupils glowed crimson as they reached out with arms that melted like wax toward Zuo Ci.
They resembled Li Gui suffering endless torment in the underworld, now seeking to grab Zuo Ci as a substitute for their own punishment. During his time studying Daoism in Maoshan, he had once read an ancient text detailing the notes of predecessors about the Dao Domain. It stated that Maoshan's formations were unparalleled in the world; they could instantly alter the feng shui of an area and create illusions suitable for sorcerers to battle within—blurring the lines between reality and illusion.
However, the Dao Domain was an existence beyond human control over nature; only those who had entered the Dao Realm could glimpse true longevity.
But at that time, he did not believe it. Could a person really change the world with their bare hands? It seemed utterly absurd! Now, witnessing Zuo Ci manifesting the Dao Domain, he finally realized his own insignificance and ignorance. In this Last Law Era, great terrors still existed. The Old Daoist's body trembled uncontrollably. It wasn't that he was truly afraid of death; rather, he was overwhelmed by the oppressive presence of the Seven-Armed God's Evil God apparition.
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