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Yin Yang Demon Suppression
"I never expected that we would fall into the Illusion at that moment!" Even Ye Mingshang, with his mindset, was somewhat shocked by the situation.
If Old Ma and Joan had unknowingly fallen into the Illusion, it would be understandable; their abilities were low, and a master of Illusion could easily ensnare them without their knowledge. But what about him, Ye Mingshang, and Dun Kong Fang Zhang? Their strength was undoubtedly among the top in the current Taoist Sect. As for resistance, willpower was the most crucial factor. Ye Mingshang had been alone since childhood, enduring much pain and loneliness that ordinary people could not withstand. Dunkong was a master of the Buddhist Seal, with impeccable willpower. To put it bluntly, even if he were burned alive, he might not even flinch.
Yet these two had also unknowingly fallen into the Illusion? It was understandable for Ye Mingshang to have been heavily injured and unconscious at the time, but what about Dunkong, whose strength was no less than his? Such power might even surpass that of the Four Great Holy Kings. If the opponent possessed such strength, why didn't they just kill them directly?
These questions could not be answered now; perhaps only by confronting the person behind it all would they find out.
"We can't delay any longer; we must set off immediately!" Feeling the increasingly powerful aura from the back mountain, Ye Mingshang's expression grew heavy.
Perhaps that person's strength was so great that they could easily kill them. But could they really retreat? If they left, who else could deal with such a monster?! If that monster merely wanted a place to hide, they wouldn't need to worry about it. But clearly, it wouldn't be so compliant; thus, they had no choice but to try their best to eliminate it...
As they reached downstairs, they saw dark clouds looming over the back mountain, with thick bolts of lightning striking down, producing deafening sounds as if an ancient ferocious beast were roaring and seeking to devour someone! Beneath the dark clouds stood a magnificent palace atop the mountain peak, with a uniquely shaped pillar rising from its summit. The lightning strikes were absorbed by the palace.
"They actually attracted lightning! What kind of heinous act have they committed?!"
Just as they were about to set off, a villager stumbled toward them with a vacant expression, appearing as if he might fall at any moment like someone who had been drinking.
"Thud!" The villager finally collapsed to the ground. Joan hurried over to help him up but recognized that this villager was the middle-aged man who had rushed to inform them at the village chief's house when they first arrived; his name seemed to be Tie Zhu. He was robust and rarely fell ill, known for his immense strength.
However, now this once strong man appeared pale and on the verge of death.
Seeing this situation, Dunkong quickly approached and grasped Tie Zhu's pulse. A thread of spiritual energy flowed into Tie Zhu, attempting to assess his condition. After a few breaths, Dunkong retracted his hand with a grim expression.
"What is it?"
Dunkong shook his head. "Life force extinguished..."
The group left with somber expressions. Along the way, they encountered several other villagers like Tie Zhu, whose life forces had also been extinguished. However, they did not stop; they did not know why their enemy had done this, nor did they need to know. It was enough to understand that their enemy must pay for this.
As they walked on, Ye Mingshang suddenly halted.
"There’s no time left." With a grim face, Ye Mingshang pulled out a seed shimmering with golden light from his pocket.
"It’s actually a Dao Seed!" exclaimed Old Ma, while Dunkong narrowed his eyes. However, Joan looked confused and unaware of what it was. But judging by their reactions and its name, it must be something extraordinary.
"Eat it." The voice remained calm and indifferent.
Looking at Ye Mingshang's seemingly unchanged expression, Joan felt an unprecedented seriousness. There were no words, no further questions. Silently taking the Dao Seed, she tilted her head back and swallowed it.
Ye Mingshang glanced deeply at Joan and said lightly, "You will need to summon the spirit; your body cannot withstand it."
Joan nodded, her eyes filled with solemnity, devoid of any playful demeanor.
The group continued forward, while Old Ma silently sighed in his heart. Ye Mingshang was indeed willing to invest heavily, even using the Dao Seed, which was a priceless treasure.
The Dao Seed is essentially the seed of the Dao, similar to Sariputra from the Buddhist Seal, formed by a Taoist Sect Expert's enlightenment. Unlike Sariputra, where a High Monk can have many, a Taoist Sect Expert can only possess one Dao Seed. This represents a legacy; inheriting a Dao Seed could likely grant one access to that predecessor's Dao Fa. It can also significantly enhance one's magical power in a short time. Although it may not match the Expert's strength in life, it is still remarkable.
Such treasures from the Taoist Sect are often used by sect leaders to enhance their disciples' strength. However, at this moment, Ye Mingshang took out this Dao Seed to harness its power for summoning spirits. Temporarily boosting Joan's combat ability, although this Dao Seed might become useless afterward, it would still greatly benefit Joan.
Soon, they arrived at the foot of the mountain, gazing at the strange palace that seemed to have appeared out of thin air at the summit with some shock.
"Go!" With a command, everyone sprinted at full speed, eager to reach the top. Old Ma and Joan did not complain about fatigue this time; despite feeling exhausted, they gritted their teeth and persevered. Their eyes were filled with determination.
"This damned monster must be eliminated!" This was a shared thought among them.
In less than ten minutes of running at full speed, they reached the front of the palace. The fresh earth surrounding it indicated that the palace had seemingly emerged directly from the ground. It was unclear what method could achieve such a feat; even with advanced technology today, it would likely be difficult to accomplish, especially considering it required hundreds of years of preservation.
Having learned from previous lessons and confirming that this was not an illusion multiple times, they dared to enter. Inside the palace was no longer dark and damp; perhaps due to lightning, it was very bright inside. They found themselves in a similar corridor but filled with shimmering gold. Unlike what they had seen in their illusions before, this was not a long straight path but rather had many forks and rooms. However, their goal was clear: that powerful force was continuously reviving. It seemed there was no longer any strength left to conceal itself. They followed that aura as if guided by a navigation system.
As for the numerous rooms along the way, they took curious glances and found them to be ordinary chambers with maids, eunuchs, guards, etc., likely left behind to serve according to the habits of the tomb owner during their lifetime.
Before long, they arrived at a spacious room resembling a Training Ground. In this vast hall stood numerous golden Terracotta Warriors arranged neatly. On a high platform stood a tall and imposing general commanding them.
"What extravagance!" everyone silently marveled.
Suddenly, a loud rumble echoed through the air; what they initially thought were merely decorative golden Terracotta Warriors began to move. They executed their actions in perfect unison.
Suddenly, the general on the platform turned his gaze toward Ye Mingshang and the others; pointing his great sword forward seemed like he issued an attack command.
"Bang! Bang!" Following the general's order, many soldiers halted their movements and swiftly turned around. Upon seeing Ye Mingshang and her companions, they formed an orderly encirclement around them.
"Charge through!" Ye Mingshang bit her finger and quickly formed hand seals with both hands.
“Earthly Nature, Pollution disperse; Cavernous Mysteries, shake Taiyuan; Eight Directions Divine Spirits, make me natural; Lingbao Fuming, proclaim to the nine; Ganluodana, Donggang Tai Xuan; Slay Demons and Bind Evil, save countless people; the Demon King is bound, my guards stand by; Evil Energy dissipates, Dao Qi endures! Urgent Order!!!” The incantation fell, and a blood-red golden Disc rose, immediately shooting out beams of crimson gold light amidst a buzzing sound.
In this situation where enemies outnumbered allies, the powerful group attack of the Purification Spell was naturally the best choice. Often, a single beam could create a hole in the Terracotta Warriors. Unfortunately, it could not deliver a fatal blow, and they still retained combat capability. Under the command of the Tall General, they continuously changed formations. If it were not obvious that they were Puppets, one might think they were alive.
“Damn it!” The usually effective Purification Spell against vengeful spirits and monsters showed little effect, and Ye Ming was unable to hold back his anger.
“In that case!” Ye Mingshang focused his eyes, quickly changing hand seals, then pushed forward. The originally still Disc began to spin rapidly, truly emitting a Dragon's Roar, with golden light growing ever more intense. After a few breaths, a thick beam of light struck down, shattering all soldiers it touched and rendering them incapable of fighting. Unfortunately, the attack range was insufficient; otherwise, hitting that general directly might have avoided this trouble.
Even though the beam had a wide attack range, it was still a linear attack. Clearing a line of soldiers was immediately compensated by more soldiers filling in.
“Damn it, this won't do. Dun Kong Master protect them, I’ll go deal with the leader!” Seeing the general commanding from the high platform, Ye Mingshang focused his gaze. He lightly leaped onto the heads of the Terracotta Warriors, advancing quickly. Fortunately, although they had high health and attack power, their movements were slow and could not reach Ye Mingshang at all.
“Amitabha! Poor Monk offers you a session of Transmutation!” Dunkong glared with wide eyes, hands clasped together as his white monk robe billowed without wind. Immediately, a tall figure with a golden hue appeared behind Dunkong. Just looking at it was incredibly intimidating.
At this moment, both Old Ma and Joan had almost no combat power left. Summoning divine presence consumed significant energy and could not be sustained for long. Although they wanted to help, they could not let them act unless absolutely necessary.
The two were anxious but helpless; all they could do was protect themselves. They would be needed for the battles ahead.
“Bang! Bang!” Dunkong struck from afar; behind him, only the upper body of the Translucent Golden Body mirrored his actions. With each punch, he shattered those seemingly strong Terracotta Warriors. Occasionally, he would brutally grab a soldier and crush him in his grip. It was truly domineering and extremely ruthless!
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