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Dao Jing looked gravely at the Soul Mask in his hand, ignoring me. He let out a puzzled sound, furrowing his brow and muttering, "Hmm? Strange! This mask clearly has something unusual about it, but it doesn't seem special at all!"
The reason Dao Jing suddenly snatched the Soul Mask from me was that he sensed a faint, eerie Evil Qi emanating from my chest. However, after inspecting the Soul Mask thoroughly, he found nothing strange, and the earlier trace of Evil Qi had vanished.
Holding the mask tightly, Dao Jing looked up at me and asked, "Child, where did you get this mask?"
"Senior, I obtained this Soul Mask from a Demon and Dao Battlefield!" I could tell there was something odd about the Soul Mask, so I didn't dare to hide anything and briefly recounted what had happened to Dao Jing.
"So this mask is a Soul Artifact; how could it evade my detection!" Dao Jing murmured to himself. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he formed a Daoist Spell with his hands and swiftly struck towards the Soul Mask.
"Three Pure Ones above, Underworld Emperor above! Three Pure Ones grant blessings, bestow the path of cultivation! Underworld Emperor bestows grace, refine souls with ghostly arts! The demon is high by a foot; the Dao is high by a mile! Underworld Ghost Palm, break for me!" Dao Jing shouted. His right hand was enveloped in a pitch-black Eerie Aura that burned like black flames, exuding an astonishing power.
"Roar! Stinky Taoist, stop right there!" At that moment, a weak ghostly face flew out from the Soul Mask. It opened its mouth and spat out a wave of Eerie Aura to block Dao Jing's right hand.
That ghostly face belonged to the remnant soul of the Evil God. In fact, at the moment Ghost Messenger Mo Han shattered the Soul Mask, the Evil God had used a secret technique to disperse part of its soul into the fragments of the Soul Mask. Most of its soul was truly destroyed, which even Mo Han failed to notice.
"Hmph! A mere remnant soul dares to be arrogant before me!" Dao Jing coldly snorted with killing intent. His Underworld Ghost Palm easily pierced through the Eerie Aura in front of him. Without pausing, his right hand reached directly for the Evil God's ghostly face.
"Don't!" The Evil God's ghostly face cried out in panic as it tried to escape. Unfortunately, it was already too late.
Dao Jing's Underworld Ghost Palm struck the Evil God's face, shattering it into pieces. The remaining soul became tainted with Black Ghostly Aura and was slowly being eroded away.
"Ah! I'll fight you to the end!" The Evil God's ghostly face screamed frantically as it opened its mouth and unleashed a burst of Eerie Aura, turning to lunge at Dao Jing.
"With your current state, you still want to fight me? Dream on!" Dao Jing's expression was as calm as water. He raised his right hand, the Underworld Ghost Palm, and swiftly struck at the approaching ghostly face.
"Ah! I won't accept this!" The Evil God's ghostly face let out a painful scream. Unsurprisingly, the remnants of the Evil God were no match for Dao Jing. After taking another hit from the Underworld Ghost Palm, only a wisp of soul remained.
"Ahhh! I won't accept this! I will curse you all, curse you to an untimely death, to fall into the endless abyss!" The Evil God's ghostly face sparkled with madness as it suddenly darted towards the Soul Mask in Dao Jing's hand, chanting a strange incantation.
"Evil God in chaotic times, even gods and Buddhas tremble! By my soul power, I curse all spirits! Fall into the Evil Domain, never to be reborn!" The Evil God's ghostly face shouted loudly. As soon as his words fell, the remaining soul was enveloped in a layer of red flames, beginning to burn wildly. Wisps of red Evil Qi floated out and seeped into the Soul Mask in Dao Jing's hand, slowly mending its cracks.
"This is bad! Kid, that's the curse power of that Evil God; you need to get away!" Seeing the actions of the Evil God's ghostly face, Dao Jing's expression turned grave. He held the Soul Mask and turned to run deeper into the Demon and Dao Battlefield, intending to discard it.
"Haha! You’ve forced me to burn my soul power; do you really think you can escape? Both of you will die a terrible death! Hahahaha!" The Evil God's ghostly face erupted in maniacal laughter. The red flames surrounding him surged even more violently. At this rate, within a minute at most, the remnants of the Evil God would be completely burned away, and then his curse would take effect immediately.
Dao Jing's face darkened. He stopped and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He turned and ran towards me, shouting, "Kid, come help me! I need to perform a ghost technique to break this damned curse!"
"Okay, senior!" I nodded and quickly ran to Dao Jing's side, waiting for his instructions.
The scene unfolded too quickly; from Dao Jing snatching the Soul Mask to the Evil God planting his curse with soul power, only three or four minutes had passed. I had no time to react and could only follow my instincts.
Dao Jing mobilized his Eerie Aura within him, using his right hand to carve complex symbols onto the Soul Mask. The originally white mask became tainted with streaks of Black Ghostly Aura, looking particularly eerie.
"Senior, what are you planning to do?" I frowned slightly as I glanced at the symbols on the Soul Mask. Although I had never seen those symbols before, I could vaguely sense the magical fluctuations emanating from them; they were sacrificial symbols.
"Kid, quickly drop your blood onto this Soul Mask. I will sacrifice my soul power to temporarily suppress the Evil God's remnants inside. As long as you refine this Soul Mask, then the curse won't take effect!" Dao Jing quickly finished drawing the entire spell and handed the Soul Mask into my hands.
A fierce light flashed in Dao Jing's eyes as he forcefully tore off his left arm. He began to chant, and soon that left arm transformed into a mass of gray Eerie Aura, enveloping the Soul Mask in my hand.
The Eerie Aura, aided by the symbols on the Soul Mask, gradually seeped inside it, completely suppressing the soul of the Evil God. Even the red flames on the Evil God's ghostly face weakened significantly.
"Upper Three Pure Ones, Underworld Deities! Lend me your Divine Power to refine this Soul Artifact!" I shouted loudly, not pausing for a moment. I quickly bit through all my fingers, letting my blood drip onto the Soul Mask.
The saying goes that the heart is connected to the ten fingers; to successfully refine the Soul Artifact, I had to let blood from all ten fingers touch it. I had previously used this method to refine my own magical tools.
Seeing my actions, the Evil God's ghostly face erupted in disdainful laughter. "Haha! How amusing! Stinky Taoist, you actually let a Living Person refine a Soul Artifact? Are you trying to get him killed? A Soul Artifact can only be refined by a Ghostly Being!"
(End of Chapter)
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