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Above everyone's heads, the Blood River Map obscured the sun, casting a shadow over the massive Soul of the Golden Crow. Blood energy surged, and dragon aura erupted.
The Blood River Map is an ancient evil artifact that has spilled countless lives' blood since time immemorial. It possesses immense demonic power and cannot be destroyed, only sealed.
For thousands of years, the Blood River Map has been suppressed within the Cangshan Blood River. Soaked and cleansed by the essence of the flora from Azure Mountain, the intention was to rid it of its demonic nature, but instead, it only amplified the Blood River Map's malevolence.
The Blood River Map lay upon the corpse of the Dragon God. After the Dragon God's death, its heart remained undying. Over thousands of years, its body became covered in scales, and its tail elongated, transforming it into a grotesque form.
Azure Mountain was once a picturesque landscape, but due to the corruption of the Blood River Map, what was once a great river became the Blood River. Countless beings were drawn here, only to meet their doom. The Blood River surged with bloodthirsty energy; many came seeking treasure but were ultimately pulled into the river, becoming Blood Corpses within it.
After Huzi mastered the Dragon God Technique, his cultivation soared. However, strangely enough, he found himself unable to wield the Blood River Map. Its power was too immense and could easily backfire; one needed sufficient strength—at least that of the Mahayana Realm—to utilize it.
I stirred the Blood River Map, enveloping the Nine Golden Crows' Souls. The Soul of the Golden Crow struggled, reduced to its primal consciousness—neither good nor evil—as the Blood River Map rolled and seeped dragon blood. The atmosphere grew violent as it suppressed the Soul of the Golden Crow.
The nine clouds shifted, blood waves surged, and golden light poured through the Blood River Map, staining the entire land red. Soon after, flames ignited upon the Blood River Map.
The Great Crimson Fire could incinerate anything, while the Blood River Map claimed to be indestructible. The two forces—one yin and one yang—clashed violently as a golden Blood River suddenly appeared above Mount Tai!
Boom!
A tremendous explosion echoed as I was blasted from mid-air. The Blood River Map slipped from my grasp, and the Sun Refining Cauldron fell beside me with a loud crash.
The surrounding flames vanished; the air gradually cooled down, and the sky lost its crimson hue as the Blood River Map descended.
Huzi caught hold of the Blood River Map. I saw nine Golden Crows appear on it; their golden aura and demonic dragon energy no longer resisted each other but fused into one.
The power of the Blood River Map had more than doubled!
The strength of nine Golden Crows was enough to destroy all living beings in existence. Now that both Yin-Yang Qi coexisted within the Blood River Map, it became a treasure embodying both righteousness and wickedness.
Huzi was enamored with it. He held the Blood River Map in his hands, examining it closely. It seemed that the Blood River Map recognized Huzi as its true master and continuously channeled Spirit Energy into him, nourishing his meridians and acupoints.
“Is everyone alright?” I asked as I got back on my feet. We had narrowly escaped; had we not received timely treatment from the Great Crimson Fire's burns, we would have faced dire consequences.
Everyone shook their heads to indicate they were fine. Just then, Zhou Manman suddenly changed color and exclaimed, “Heart!”
In a flash, Zhou Manman stood behind me. As I turned, I saw Nangong's headless corpse suddenly rise, the Shuttle in its hand piercing through Zhou Manman's chest with such speed that there was no time to react. The Shuttle then penetrated my body as well, my Dao Qi defense unable to stop it.
Iron Bull let out a roar. He unleashed his Righteous Qi to block the Shuttle, which was sent crashing to the ground by Iron Bull's punch. Guo Huaiyi surrounded the Shuttle with mystical symbols, restraining its violent movements.
I supported Zhou Manman and anxiously asked, "Manman, how are you?"
Zhou Manman, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, weakly replied, "I'm fine."
This Shuttle was a Taoist Sacred Artifact. Not only could it soar through the skies, but it could also pierce through anything. Caught off guard, even my Taoist Sacred Body was pierced in one blow!
Everyone was furious, looking at Nangong's headless corpse. Wu rose in anger and threw a punch, unleashing Yin-Yang Qi that instantly reduced Nangong's body to ashes.
"Even in death, this old beast won't rest!" Huzi cursed.
"It's not Nangong himself. Someone is controlling his corpse," I coughed up blood and said.
In the distance on another peak of Mount Tai Fengshan Platform, Song Qianqiu stood atop the mountain, leisurely waving a folding fan and looking at me with a satisfied expression.
"Truly unpredictable," Song Qianqiu remarked. "You may have gained insight into the Dao, but you can't always be aware of your surroundings; one careless moment and you're caught off guard."
"Song Qianqiu!" Wu shouted angrily. "You despicable and shameless scoundrel! If you have the guts, don't run! I'll tear your mouth apart!"
With that, Wu leaped from the Altar of Sacrifice and charged toward Song Qianqiu.
"Wu, come back!" I called out.
Wu ignored me and was already mid-air when Song Qianqiu casually placed one hand behind his back. With the other hand, he waved his fan; as Wu approached, he suddenly fanned it open, sending charred branches flying toward Wu. Wu's Dao Qi formed a protective barrier. He shattered them with a punch and formed seals with both hands while chanting an Incantation.
"Earth is boundless; Yin-Yang Sword, slash!"
A massive Yin-Yang Sword appeared out of thin air. The Yin-Yang Sword of the Yin Yang View had once been a legendary technique of a Daoist Sect that dominated an era. As the May Day sword descended, Song Qianqiu naturally couldn't underestimate it; he smirked coldly as the figure of the White-Robed Old Scholar suddenly appeared before him.
The White-Robed Old Scholar unleashed the might of his Transcendent Hand and grasped the Yin-Yang Sword. The air trembled as mountains exploded; Old Scholar abruptly crushed Wu's Yin-Yang Sword and struck out with a palm, sending Wu flying back!
Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as the White-Robed Old Scholar flew through the air, his Daoist robe billowing around him, Dao Qi swirling in every direction. In front of him appeared a shimmering curtain of water in the void, and he pointed his sword at the crowd, ready to slice through the ethereal barrier and strike them down.
"Draw your swords!" Dongfang Yuqing commanded, and the Five Element Sword flew out from behind him. Guo Daozhen also grunted and charged toward the White-Robed Old Scholar.
As everyone prepared to attack, Song Qianqiu suddenly burst into laughter. "You've fallen for their trap again!"
Just as Song Qianqiu's words echoed, everyone felt their bodies freeze in place, surrounded by a misty Light Shadow.
"The Great Wilderness Scripture?" Huzi exclaimed in shock.
"It's the Fury Realm," Zhou Manman said, glancing behind her.
Behind them stood Miao Guanyin, her white hair flowing as she conjured an illusion of the Fury Realm between her palms, reflecting all of them within it.
The Great Wilderness Scripture could halt time, making it nearly impossible for anyone below a supreme master to notice. Meanwhile, the Southern Sea Lineage's Fury Realm could stagnate the air itself, effectively immobilizing everyone. Once the air was compressed to its limit, they would be crushed into dust in an instant!
"Master!" Zhou Manman cried out.
"Senior!" I attempted to reach out to Miao Guanyin with my powerful thoughts, but there was no trace of consciousness within her Sea of Consciousness. She was merely a walking corpse, completely under Song Qianqiu's control.
"Kill them!" Song Qianqiu ordered fiercely.
Miao Guanyin's expression turned grim as she suddenly gathered her palms together, compressing the air around her, causing the grass and trees to tremble.
"Quickly gather!" Taihe Zhenren shouted.
Everyone huddled around the real person. Taihe Zhenren unleashed his Righteous Qi to protect them all. As he closed his palms together, the entire Altar of Sacrifice shattered into dust in an instant. The surrounding rocks were also compressed to their limits, and cracks appeared on the surface of the Righteous Qi as fine dust poured in through the gaps.
Iron Bull similarly summoned his Righteous Qi; however, it was no match for Miao Guanyin's most powerful move from the Great Yan Zhou Jing.
Seeing that everyone was on the verge of collapse, Zhou Manman also activated her Fury Realm, gathering her palms together. The illusion reflected Miao Guanyin's figure within it; she frowned and suddenly halted her movements.
"What are you stopping for?" Song Qianqiu shouted loudly.
Miao Guanyin furrowed her brow, a hint of confusion flickering in her dark eyes. Although she was currently unconscious, she could only rely on her instinct to control her body in response to Song Qianqiu's commands. However, those within the Fury Realm could also use the Fury Realm against her, causing her thoughts to spiral into chaos.
The Southern Sea Lineage had been passed down through generations, with a single Ascension Elixir that had been inherited for a thousand years. The Ascension Elixir within Zhou Manman had once resided in Miao Guanyin's body for eighty years, and now Miao Guanyin sensed that the essence was about to be extinguished by her own hand.
At that moment, Li Fugui suddenly charged toward Miao Guanyin at the edge of the cliff, wielding the Black Spear.
Miao Guanyin turned to Li Fugui just as the Black Spear pierced her heart, yet she remained oblivious to the attack.
"Huh?" Li Fugui's face turned pale with shock. Just as he was about to let go and retreat, Miao Guanyin suddenly grasped the Black Spear, twisting her wrist and driving it through Li Fugui's chest.
His chest began to heal at a visible rate; Li Fugui was not seriously harmed. Miao Guanyin retreated into the air, flying toward Song Qianqiu, while the White-Robed Old Scholar seized the opportunity to grab the Sun Refining Cauldron and flew toward Song Qianqiu.
"Hahaha! The Sun Refining Cauldron is mine now! Nothing can restrain my Yin Soldiers anymore. Just wait and see a good show!" Song Qianqiu declared.
At this moment, the sky had cleared; the sun had returned to its original state and was no longer in turmoil. As soon as Song Qianqiu finished speaking, he sensed something was amiss. In an instant, as he turned around, Yu Xuanliang's hand swept across his neck.
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