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Under Mount Tai, within the Linglong Tower, Song Qianqiu tightened his grip around Wu's neck and looked at the crowd, saying, "Let me go, or kill me along with him!"
A bolt of lightning struck within the tower, instantly causing Wu and Song Qianqiu to scream in agony. Song Qianqiu released his hand, and Wu fell to the ground, coughing incessantly.
"Fine, then I will let you go!" Guo Daozhen declared as he flew towards Song Qianqiu.
The White-Robed Old Scholar, Miao Guanyin, and the Ghost King were about to intercept when Song Qianqiu said, "Let him come."
Wudao inside the tower exclaimed, "We finally trapped him; even if his physical body is gone, it can be remade. If we let him out, no one will survive!"
Guo Daozhen glided down and transmitted a message to Wudao: "Extend your hand. I want to use the Linglong Tower to swap our Dao Bodies back; the Linglong Tower won't harm its master."
Wu pretended not to hear anything. As Guo Daozhen approached, he suddenly dashed towards the side of the Linglong Tower. The two pressed their palms together through the golden transparent tower body, and their Dao Bodies exited, each returning to their own physical forms.
As Guo Daozhen's Dao Body returned, he immediately staggered back, while Wu leaped up and flew towards the second level of Linglong Tower.
Song Qianqiu suddenly reached out and pulled Wu down. He crashed heavily onto the ground. Lightning struck again; Wu screamed in pain. His physical body was already severely injured, and now he was struck by a bolt of golden lightning without escaping.
Inside Linglong Tower, Wu flipped over and looked at Song Qianqiu. "I can't get out, and neither can you. We might as well perish together. I'm all alone anyway; what do I have to fear from you?"
"You!" Song Qianqiu roared in fury and immediately lifted Wu off the ground, gripping his neck. His face had become somewhat twisted from being refined, and his flowing hair kept falling out. Wu struggled, his face turning red as Song Qianqiu ruthlessly punched him twice in the chest.
"Wu!" Huzi shouted as he rushed towards Linglong Tower.
"Don't go over there," Guo Huaiyi pulled Huzi back.
"Get off!" Huzi shook off Guo Huaiyi's arm and looked at Wudao. "You need to chant the spell to break Linglong Tower; otherwise, you'll die too."
Wu lay on the ground, his fingers twitching slightly. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he slowly stood up and said, "What’s there to fear about death? In eighteen years, I'll be a good man again!"
"Let me out!" Song Qianqiu shouted, delivering another punch to Five's chest, slamming him against the tower's wall. Five Qi gasped for breath, clutching his heart, which was already shattered. At that moment, Song Qianqiu's Dao Qi surged into his body, sealing his acupoints and rendering him unable to use any Daoist Arts.
Struggling to stand within the Linglong Tower, Five looked at Huzi and said, "Tell Haozi I'm sorry. That night, I almost killed Bubble. And tell Rouer that I'm dead; she shouldn't wait for me like a fool."
"Don't..." Huzi began, but before he could finish, Five suddenly clenched his fists tightly. Blood mist erupted from him, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he shattered his own heart pulse.
"Five?" Huzi couldn't accept it at that moment.
Five was dead, yet the refining power of the Linglong Tower did not cease. No one knew the incantation to stop its refining force. He feared that if his consciousness weakened, Song Qianqiu would take control of him.
"You can't die!" Song Qianqiu dragged Five's lifeless body over and shouted while shaking it. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Five's smiling lips and then punched through Five's corpse.
Song Qianqiu stood up and commanded, "Seal the void and kill them all!"
"We need to go!" Guo Daozhen shouted loudly.
Huzi wiped away his tears, holding the Blood River Map as he flew toward the mountain peak. The others tore through the void in an attempt to escape, but the White-Robed Old Scholar suddenly vanished before them. The air turned gloomy, becoming thick and heavy as the void closed in.
The Old Scholar's Great Void Technique reached its pinnacle; in an instant, he sealed off the entire void surrounding Mount Tai. Miao Guanyin glanced down at the Linglong Tower below the cliff and immediately moved it to the mountaintop. Meanwhile, Song Qianqiu's body began to show adverse reactions; his face had already sunken in, and his Dao Qi was dissipating rapidly.
A beam of Clear Light emerged. The Sutra of the Great Wilderness Scripture spread out instantly as everyone tried to flee. However, the blockade of the Great Void Technique left them no time to escape. Only Yunxi managed to use Tai Xu Ling to get far away while everyone else was frozen within the Time Barrier.
Yunxi controlled Tai Xu Ling and the Time Barrier. He quickly pulled Guo Daozhen, Guo Huaiyi, Iron Bull, and Dongfang Yuqing out of the Time Barrier. Just as Tai Xu Ling was about to rescue Huzi, the Ghost King’s Great Halberd cleaved through Huzi’s waist.
Song Qianqiu's eyes were blood-red as he controlled the equally blood-red Ghost King swinging the Great Halberd. Outside the Time Barrier, Huzi’s upper body bled profusely; his heart had been sliced in half, his Dao Body dissipating while still clutching the Blood River Map that glowed with crimson light.
He opened his eyes, but soon lost his breath.
Inside the Time Barrier, no one could defend themselves. Caught off guard, both his physical body and Dao Body were severed in two, leaving no chance of survival.
Song Qianqiu smirked and said, "If you want me dead, everyone else will have to accompany me to the grave!"
After finishing his words, Song Qianqiu dispelled the Time Barrier and looked at Miao Guanyin. In Miao Guanyin's palms, the Fury Realm reflected the figures of five people: Yunxi, Guo Daozhen, Guo Huaiyi, Iron Bull, and Dongfang Yuqing.
By the time everyone realized what was happening, it was too late. The killing speed of the Fury Realm was like lightning; they were trapped inside by Miao Guanyin, who was a Supreme. The air compressed, the sand shrank, and their eyes and skin became bloodshot.
Just before Miao Guanyin closed her palms, a mirror shimmering with water light appeared in front of them. The Fury Realm shattered, and Miao Guanyin's body exploded with injuries. Yang Sanqian and Jiyao descended as a result.
"Sorry we're late," Yang Sanqian said.
Jiyao put away the Water Moon Mirror. Everyone was still in shock; if it weren't for Jiyao using the Taoist Sacred Artifact Water Moon Mirror to block the Fury Realm, they would have been reduced to ashes just moments ago.
Guo Daozhen looked at Yang Sanqian and said, "It's good that the Divine Hero has arrived. Your Dao Qi fluctuations—have you stepped into the Supreme Realm?"
Yang Sanqian replied, "Indeed, I have reached the Supreme Realm. My current state is still a bit unstable, but dealing with these two Puppet Supremes shouldn't be much of a problem."
Yang Sanqian then glanced at Huzi's lifeless body on the ground. He sighed and bent down to close Huzi's eyes.
"Yang Sanqian, your son died at their hands!" Song Qianqiu shouted from within Linglong Tower.
Yang Sanqian frowned as Dongfang Yuqing said, "It was done by Wu's puppets. Wu has already sacrificed himself."
"What?" Yang Sanqian frowned deeply, feeling unsettled. Wu had grown up under his watch; during those years when he couldn't reunite with his son, Yang Sanqian had treated Wu as his own child. Yet he hadn't even seen Wu's last glance.
The void trembled as a massive hand pierced through the clouds, crashing down towards the crowd.
Yang Sanqian raised his palm in response. A powerful surge of Dao Qi flowed from his palm, piercing through the air. Before the hand could land, a scream echoed, and the massive hand dissipated, sending the White-Robed Old Scholar plummeting heavily from the clouds.
Both were Supreme beings, and the White-Robed Old Scholar's power was on par with that of the Old Scholar's original form. However, being dead significantly diminished his combat strength. Although he had been nurtured by Song Qianqiu for a long time and was now nearly as strong as he had been in life, he was still merely a puppet without original consciousness, capable only of performing Daoist Arts from his past. Against Yang Sanqian, he stood no chance.
After arriving in the Central Plains from the Eastern Wasteland, Yang Sanqian and Jiyao had been searching for Yang Hao. They had already scoured Red Maple Valley and Jiangnan Courtyard, but both places had turned to ruins. Now, they were surrounded by Yin Soldiers and Corpse Demons, with countless members of the Daoist Sect meeting tragic ends. Later, they heard that Song Qianqiu intended to perform a ritual to declare himself emperor at Mount Tai Fengshan Platform and hurried there, only to witness Huzi's death and everyone trapped within the Fury Realm.
The White-Robed Old Scholar staggered to his feet, a gaping hole in his body, with thick Corpse Qi emanating from his wound.
Countless Yin Soldiers surged forward from below like a swarm of ants. Yang Sanqian took a deep breath and blew forcefully; the gray death energy instantly turned all Yin Soldiers to dust, their spears piling up on the ground.
The Ghost King roared and raised his Great Halberd to strike at Yang Sanqian. In response, Yang Sanqian waved his sleeve, shaking the mountains and rivers as countless Yin Soldiers' spears were lifted and aimed at the Ghost King.
The Ghost King swung his Great Halberd wildly, knocking down all the spears. Suddenly, the sky darkened inexplicably above him; millions of Black Spears descended without gaps, crashing down like an enormous iron city from above.
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