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In Tongcheng, the Heishui River flows with water as black as ink, concealing the bones of countless cultivators beneath its surface. Even professional corpse retrieval experts dare not venture into its depths, for it is filled with grudges and Sha Qi, making it a natural gathering place for dark energies.
How did these Easterners learn about the Heishui River? Damn it, our internal ranks have indeed been infiltrated! Dong E Lai glared at the gray mist enveloping the river, muttering in anger.
Within the river stood stone platforms, each occupied by cultivators engaged in battle. A thick, gray fog hung heavily over the water, within which floated numerous You Hun, ethereal spirits lingering in the air. Only one black stone bridge, intricately carved with mandala patterns, spanned before Dong E Lai; this was the entrance.
Though high-level combatants had yet to appear, these Little Devils were willing to invest heavily, even bringing out the Li Bridge left behind by the Old Ancestor's sect. They were intent on making things difficult for us!
Chen Mo, head of the Execution Department, wore a grim expression. According to Volume Ten of the Genpei Chronicle, during the empress's labor at Modori Bridge, twelve children sang and clapped as they crossed, prophesying that a prince would be born who would later ascend to the throne. Indeed, this prince became known as the Ander Emperor. It was said that these twelve children were incarnations of Abe Seimei's Twelve Shikigami.
Shikigami are spirits summoned by onmyoji to serve their commands. To alleviate his wife's fear of their ghostly appearances, Abe Seimei sealed the Twelve Shikigami within dolls and hid them beneath Modori Bridge. Thus, a legend arose in Kyoto that if one made a wish while standing on a Li Bridge, Abe Seimei's Shikigami would relay divine messages through passersby.
Located at the northeast corner of Kyoto in alignment with the Curse Technique principle of "Four Gods Responding," Li Bridge connects the realms of life and death. This bridge has borne witness to countless ancient legends and has soaked up too much blood from spirits and demons, steeped in dense Sha Qi.
These bastards have taken advantage of our territory, seizing every advantage of time and place! With the aid of Heishui River's natural Sha Qi, Li Bridge can conjure phantoms of deceased spirits. Not to mention Fa Jing; even those who arrive will suffer losses. How are we supposed to fight? Dong E Lai felt increasingly frustrated.
These guys simply have no regard for Black-Brown Skin!
They claimed that only masters of Fa Jing were allowed to participate, yet they brought out such formidable artifacts that rivaled the realm itself. If Guo Shisan Ke did not send out any experts, they wouldn't even be able to see their opponents, suffering a loss right at their doorstep. For the vast and illustrious land of China, this would undoubtedly be a slap in the face.
It was a blatant conspiracy! These Onmyoji were more cunning than their cultivation levels suggested. Unless one was a Great Mage, anyone who stepped forward would surely meet their demise!
Chen Mo shook his head. "Li Bridge seals the Twelve Divine Generals left behind by Abe Seimei. Each one is an ancient Great Demon. Even if they do not engage in battle, they will significantly enhance the power of these Onmyoji. What are we going to do? The high-end combat forces of the Thirteenth Division have all been sent away for training by Zhan Gui Ren. Right now, we can only rely on some ordinary Fa Jing!"
Damn it!
Dong E Lai glared at Li Bridge with a grim expression. It was infuriating; they were being cornered at their own doorstep with no way to respond. If only Zuo Ren were still alive!
Chen Mo furrowed his brows. "I’ll go!"
"You?"
Dong E Lai pondered for a moment before conceding, "Alright then!"
Chen Mo hailed from Mount Tai and specialized in Stone Spirit Technique and Flesh. Although he was merely at the Fa Jing level, his mastery of Flesh was enough to rival the realm itself. Unless the opponent had any soul-targeting spells, Chen Mo’s strength would undoubtedly be the best choice among those present.
Dong E Lai himself had also reached the realm of 【】. However, as a participant in the Kunlun Mountain Arena Battle, revealing his strength this early would play right into the hands of the Little Devils.
Chen Mo nodded and, carrying a mountain-cutting knife on his back, stepped onto the bridge at Li Bridge.
The mournful wails of You Hun echoed incessantly in his ears. They seemed to be recounting their grudges.
Chen Mo remained unmoved, his expression as steadfast as stone. He strode forward; the deeper he went, the denser the grayish-white mist became, and the number of You Hun lurking within it increased.
These were merely low-level Fuyou Ling, lacking any real power. They could only obscure ordinary people's vision with their grudges and incite them to commit suicide, transforming into new Fuyou Ling.
For Chen Mo, this was nothing but a futile effort.
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