132: Chapter 132 Accidentally Entering a Killing Formation, the Dao Ancestor Was Completely Unaware!

The sun hung perfectly in the sky above the official road. Su Changge lay on the broad back of the Old Yellow Ox with his eyes half-closed, humming a tuneless folk ditty, a long-faded fragment from his past life's memories.

The autumn sun warmed his body, bringing a long-absent sense of lethargy to his frame, which rarely saw the light of day, and he felt himself drifting toward sleep.

To completely conceal his tracks, he had avoided the cloud paths commonly used by Cultivators and bypassed the main roads frequented by merchants, deliberately choosing this desolate old path, almost completely swallowed by wild grass.

There was no sign of human life along the way; only the mountain breeze brushed past his ears, accompanied by the chirping of birds. It truly felt like the carefree ease of a vacation from his past life.

The Old Yellow Ox beneath him maintained its usual unhurried demeanor, its four hooves stepping onto the rugged stone road with such steadiness that there was not a single jolt.

Its thick tail flicked back and forth, precisely swatting away the few flies buzzing around it.

One man and one ox, swaying along in this manner, gradually entered a narrow canyon flanked by two mountains.

The cliffs on both sides stood thousands of fathoms high, as if cleaved by the giant axe of a Heavenly God. Ancient vines, having grown for who knows how many years, hung down like tangled Dragons. At the bottom of the valley, a stream trickled by, its clear, crisp sound echoing as it struck the pebbles with a tinkling rhythm.

"This place is not bad at all."

Su Changge stretched, his joints emitting a faint, crisp sound. He sat upright on the ox's back, surveyed his surroundings, and muttered to himself, "The mountains and waters are beautiful, and the spiritual energy is quite abundant. I shall rest here for a while later and drink some stream water."

He remained completely unaware.

Just as the Old Yellow Ox's hooves stepped onto the first inch of the canyon's territory, the crisp and pleasant chirping of birds all around came to an abrupt halt.

The wind in the forest also ceased at that moment.

In the span of a single breath, the entire world fell into a heart-palpitating silence.

At the entrance and exit of the canyon, a Formation light curtain, invisible to the naked eye of a Mortal, spread out silently like ripples formed by a pebble tossed into water, completely stripping and isolating this ten-mile radius of space from the rest of the world.

Deep within the clouds nine thousand feet above the canyon, a flying boat, forged entirely from eerie ghost bones and shrouded in thick, black corpse Evil Qi, hovered silently. The hull was inscribed with countless twisted runes, each one seeming to wail in silence.

Inside the boat, in a gloomy hall.

Qian Tong and his most elite Ten Yama Kings sat overlooking that small, leisurely figure in green robes at the bottom of the valley through a ghostly light water mirror floating in mid-air.

The scene presented in the water mirror was two completely different worlds from the pastoral idyll in Su Changge's eyes.

There were no blue skies, white clouds, or gentle, warm sun.

There was only a gray desolation and withered silence that made even the Divine Soul feel suffocated.

The earth beneath their feet displayed a dark red color, having been soaked in endless resentment-filled blood for thousands of years, long since dried and blackened.

Wisps of black Evil Qi, visible to the naked eye, condensed into substance and slithered across the ground. Wherever they passed, even hard rock was corroded, emitting green smoke and sizzling sounds.

That so-called clear stream was actually a river of corpses and the underworld, flowing with billions of resentful souls and vicious curses.

The river water was viscous like ink, and from time to time, faces twisted in extreme agony would surface, their mouths opening and closing silently, uttering the most vicious curses in the world.

"Once he has entered my 'Nine Nether Ultimate Killing Array', he is a turtle in a jar. Even if the Heavenly Gods and Buddhas were to descend to the Mortal world, they could not save him."

Qian Tong stared at the unguarded young man in green robes in the water mirror, who was still looking around, admiring the "scenery." The old scar on his face twitched as the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a cruel pleasure, like a cat toying with a mouse.

This array was a mobile killing array he had spent three hundred years of painstaking effort to refine, using the living souls and flesh of one hundred thousand Cultivators as a sacrifice. It was designed specifically to hunt down those long-famous old monsters. Using it today to deal with a wet-behind-the-ears child was like using a butcher's knife to slaughter a chicken.

"The Alliance Master's calculations are flawless, and your Divine Might is unparalleled!"

A black-robed assassin beside him, codenamed "King of Wheel," let out a dry, ear-piercing laugh like a night owl: "This boy is indeed an embroidered pillow—good to look at but useless. Facing death, he actually still has the leisure to admire the scenery. How utterly ridiculous!"

"When the array started, the heavenly secrets were completely obscured, and the Void Realm was sealed. Even if he screams until his throat tears, his Qingyun Sect's Mountain Protection Grand Array will not have the slightest reaction!"

Qian Tong enjoyed this sense of control, playing with his prey in the palm of his hand. He slowly raised his hand; it was pale and slender, but his fingernails shimmered with an ominous black light. He issued the first order, his voice laced with a hint of mockery.

"Activate the first layer of the array eye, Soul Confusion."

"I want to see with my own eyes exactly what kind of quality that Divine Soul of his—rumored by the outside world to be so mysterious and profound, and claimed to possess Immunity to Ten Thousand Laws—truly is."

"As you command, Alliance Master!"

An assassin sitting cross-legged at the core of the Formation, responsible for controlling the changes, immediately acknowledged the order. His hands moved rapidly, forming incantations, and streaks of black light sank into the Formation Plate beneath his feet.

In an instant, the scene within the Formation changed accordingly.

Su Changge, who was humming a little tune while preparing to find a clean place to rest, suddenly felt his head grow heavy, and the scenery before his eyes began to twist and blur.

He saw a towering ancient tree not far ahead, its thick trunk twisting softly like a living thing, the bark splitting open to reveal face after face of wailing humans.

The bluestone path beneath his feet also rippled violently like water, as if it would swallow him at any moment.

"Hmm?"

Su Changge blinked. The dizziness came and went quickly. He rubbed his eyes hard, and when he looked again, everything had returned to normal.

The ancient tree was still that same ancient tree, and the bluestone path was still that same path.

"Strange. Could it be that the miasma in these wild mountains is toxic, causing me to hallucinate?"

He muttered to himself, not giving it any deep thought.

After all, in his past life, he was a shut-in, and in this life, he had spent years in seclusion in the back mountains. Occasional discomfort from the environment, combined with the fatigue of travel, making him experience some minor hallucinations seemed perfectly reasonable.

However, this reaction, which he considered completely normal, caused an uproar in the eyes of Qian Tong and the others inside the ghost bone boat high above.

"This... How is this possible?!"

The smile on Qian Tong's face froze, and for the first time, an expression of disbelief appeared in his pupils.

"The Soul Confusion illusion, it's actually ineffective against him?!"

Inside the water mirror, they, the onlookers, saw it clearly.

The moment the power of "Soul Confusion"—enough to make even a great Soul Transformation Cultivator lose their composure and sink into the illusion—surged into Su Changge's body like a tide, a layer of imperceptible, dark halo, invisible to ordinary people, appeared around him.

That halo was not dazzling; it was dim and deep, like a piece of dead Void Realm, a place of return that devours all things.

The immense, unparalleled power of the Soul Confusion, containing countless resentful souls and curses, the moment it touched that dark halo, was like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, or like ice and snow melting. It was swallowed and dissolved completely, without even stirring a ripple.

As for the target, Su Changge himself, he simply rubbed his eyes, looking bewildered, then patted the ox's back and continued to sway forward.

"Pfft!"

Inside the ghost bone boat, the assassin responsible for controlling the Formation shuddered violently and suddenly spat out a large mouthful of filthy, black blood, his face filled with shock and fear.

"Alliance Master! My Divine Thought... My Divine Thought has been backlashed by the Formation!"

He pointed tremblingly at the water mirror, his voice changing pitch: "This 'Soul Confusion' killing move was refined by extracting the obsessions of three thousand wronged souls. Even a Late Stage Soul Transformation Cultivator caught in it would have their mind trapped and would struggle for a long time before escaping!"

"He... How could he have no reaction at all?! That power... That power just vanished into thin air!"

Qian Tong's expression became ugly for the first time.

That unhurried posture, that ignorant expression—where did it look like he hadn't discovered the Formation? It was clearly... total disdain!

This was a type of disregard stemming from absolute power!

"Good! What a good first disciple of the Qingyun Sect!"

Qian Tong's voice turned completely cold, the previous mockery and playfulness vanishing without a trace. It was the anger of a carefully laid trap being crushed by the prey, the offense of being treated like an ant by the prey while being the top hunter.

"His Divine Soul defense is truly bizarre and unfathomable."

"Since illusions are useless, then I will use absolute power to crush him, both body and soul, into powder!"

He no longer had any thoughts of testing him. This prey had already bared fangs far beyond expectations, so he must use the most thunderous and overbearing means to completely strangle it before it could cause greater destruction!

The blood-red light in Qian Tong's eyes flared, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying the sound of clashing metal and war.

"Cancel all steps!"

"Activate the final killing move directly!"

"Ten! Thousand! Swords! Return! To! Sect!"

"As you command!"

Following Qian Tong's roar, the core of the entire "Nine Nether Ultimate Killing Array" was completely detonated! The killing power accumulated for a hundred years poured out in this moment!

Inside the canyon, above that gray, desolate sky, space began to fail to withstand this power, cracking inch by inch, revealing black cracks like spiderwebs.

Countless brilliant points of light seeped out from the cracks. Every point of light was elongated and condensed the moment it appeared, transforming into energy swords flashing with the cold gleam of death, composed entirely of the purest Geng Metal killing Qi!

One thousand swords! Five thousand swords! Ten thousand swords!

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of energy swords blotted out the sun and sky, filling the entire heavens, completely swallowing the last trace of light.

The eerie sword tips all pointed downward, the terrifying Sword Intent released locking onto the small figure in green robes below, who was still looking around.

Endless killing Qi transformed into a tangible gale, howling within the canyon, compressing the air until it hummed. Even the earth beneath their feet, soaked in resentment-filled blood, could not bear the pressure, collapsing into deep, bottomless ravines!

Inside the ghost bone boat, the faces of the Ten Yama Kings all displayed a morbid excitement and fanaticism.

In their view, this strike was enough to instantly flatten a towering mountain range and completely evaporate a ten-thousand-mile lake!

No matter what means Su Changge had hidden, facing this absolute power capable of slaying immortals and exterminating Buddhas, there was only one outcome.

The Divine Soul would be destroyed, and not a single bone would remain!

"Die!"

Qian Tong stared at Su Changge in the water mirror, who had finally stopped, seemingly sensing something wrong, and was looking around in confusion as he raised his head, and slowly spat out two words.

His voice was not loud, but it carried a supreme majesty that pronounced the final outcome.