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I was well aware of Ghost Granny's physical condition; it had deteriorated to an extreme limit!
Even a normal Cultivator would struggle to withstand the Eerie Energy that the Three Lives Stone unleashed, let alone Ghost Granny. Once she used it, surviving would be a challenge!
I wanted to stop her, but I was too far away to intervene in time. Ghost Granny had already summoned the fragment of the Three Lives Stone. In an instant, the stone floated up from her chest, enveloped in her Daoist Spiritual Energy, finally hovering above her head, appearing profoundly mystical.
Suddenly, a chilling wind arose without warning, swirling around Ghost Granny like a tornado. The wind rustled her clothes and whipped her already disheveled white hair into a frenzy. Yet, on her weathered face, marked by the passage of time, an eerie smile emerged.
It was a smile of liberation!
Ghost Granny gazed intently at the hovering Voldemort and spoke slowly, “I've lived over a hundred years; in the mortal realm, my status is sufficient. Yet now I watch helplessly as my juniors bleed around me—how humiliating! Congratulations, you’ve successfully provoked my pride. Today, I’ll risk this old body and ensure you, Demon, don’t leave here intact!”
With that, her Daoist Spiritual Energy surged almost to a boiling point. The fragment of the Three Lives Stone trembled in mid-air under the influence of her energy and began to radiate a greenish glow. Its surface suddenly became smooth and reflective like a mirror!
A strange scene unfolded: Voldemort, who had been floating emotionlessly in mid-air, began to tremble. The Heart of Atlantis in his chest shone brilliantly through his flesh, flickering as if disturbed by some force.
Ghost Granny’s face paled considerably.
“Seeking death!”
The Corpse Spirit seemed to sense something was amiss. With a loud shout, it charged directly at Ghost Granny, clearly feeling that the Three Lives Stone posed a significant threat to Voldemort and aimed to eliminate her.
I couldn’t allow that!
After resting for a while, I had regained some strength. As soon as the Corpse Spirit moved, I wasted no time. My Crimson Killing Intent erupted beneath my feet, propelling me forward at breakneck speed until I stood directly in front of the Corpse Spirit. Looking at that familiar face, my heart was devoid of warmth. I twirled my Hundred Slicing Blade in hand and pointed my long knife at the Corpse Spirit: “Your opponent is me!”
“Don’t seek death!”
The Corpse Spirit finally erupted in anger. It was the first time I had seen her so furious since our reunion. An eerie energy radiated from her, glowing with a dark light as she called my name and shouted, "Are you determined to oppose me to the end? Do you really think I can't kill you?"
"You're choosing to be an enemy, not a friend," I replied.
I lowered my gaze and exhaled a long breath of the foul air in my chest, speaking each word deliberately: "You should know I'm a difficult opponent. As long as I draw breath, I will fight to the end! If you want my life, come and take it yourself!"
The Corpse Spirit was furious, and without hesitation, she lunged at me.
"Kill!"
I roared back, charging forward without fear.
"Let go!"
Even amidst the fierce battle, the Corpse Spirit still tried to persuade me, striking while saying, "Don't push me any further!"
In response, I had no words; I could only laugh maniacally as I continued to strike.
"If I had known it would come to this, I should never have saved you back then!"
At that moment, a cold voice suddenly drifted over. It was Zhengyang, who had finally risen to his feet, his palm enveloped in a layer of yellowish light—an artifact of the Taoist Sect. He was finally ready.
"The way is powerless, allowing Evil Spirits to rampage through the world and disrupt the balance of yin and yang. Evil Spirits torment living beings."
Zhengyang looked at his palm and declared in a deep voice, "What use is such a way to me? Better to draw a prison on the ground, transform the seven souls into seven gods, ignite the three souls for the three talents, sacrifice my body, and mend the rift!"
With that, he charged into the battle between me and the Corpse Spirit, intensifying the chaos of our clash!
As soon as Zhengyang joined, my stress significantly decreased. While the two of us worked together to surround the Corpse Spirit, I still had the energy to glance over at Ghost Granny.
Voldemort trembled even more violently, the Heart of Atlantis on his chest flickering more frequently. However, when my gaze fell upon the Three Lives Stone above Ghost Granny's head, I was instantly stunned.
Because, as my focus concentrated on that fragment of the Three Lives Stone, a scene unexpectedly emerged from the colorful stone!
Yes, a scene actually appeared!
The scene depicted a Taoist Sect, seemingly caught in a chaotic uproar. The Taoist Sect had many disciples and looked more like a family of officials!
The scene was so bizarre that I quickly forgot everything within it, but that deeply etched feeling remained imprinted in my heart, impossible to erase.
In some mysterious way, I felt it was a glimpse into my past life!
Past life? It had nothing to do with me because my personality is independent. To outsiders, we might seem like one entity, but to me, I am me, and he is he.
I bit down hard with my steel teeth, blood bursting from the corners of my eyes.
It was only at this moment that I finally understood that a person can truly burst their eyes wide open in extreme sorrow and anger!
The Azure Dark Sword in my hand seemed to resonate faintly!
The scene finally froze at the moment of the Gaochang Kingdom's demise. What happened next was something I had heard before; in my past life, I died fighting against the Ghost King in order to save the people!
What exactly transpired wasn’t clearly shown on the Three Lives Stone; all I knew was that there were three large characters: Dragon Lock Cave!
My past life ended within the Dragon Lock Cave.
In a brief moment, I glimpsed the entirety of my past life, my mind lost in a haze, unable to regain focus until an angry roar jolted me awake.
The source of that roar was Voldemort. At this moment, he was no longer the cold figure he once was; it seemed he had developed emotions!
Indeed, he had emotions!
If he had previously been a mere weapon of war, now he exhibited feelings, infused with a hint of humanity. He threw his head back and roared, his voice shaking the heavens, uttering a series of ancient and obscure syllables.
His words were in Cursed Script, which I could understand. The general meaning was: "Ghost Priest, you deceived me, destroyed my nation, killed my kin; I will not share the same fate as you!"
The roar was filled with profound sorrow, akin to a wounded beast howling in anguish.
Had he finally awakened?
Our plan seemed to have succeeded!
I felt an overwhelming joy; indeed, even the mighty Intercepting Daoist had ultimately failed to completely eradicate the consciousness of Atlantis's Last Monarch. Beneath the Three Lives Stone, Ghost Granny had reawakened Voldemort's battle spirit!
After the initial fury subsided, Voldemort finally made his next move. He turned his head and looked in my direction, his gaze immediately locking onto the Corpse Spirit.
Then, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, he lunged toward the Corpse Spirit!
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