213: Chapter 213 Forbidden Techniques of the Imperial Ancestral Temple

On the other side, the Power of Primordial Creation was forcibly purifying him, like billions of invisible carving knives, seeking to peel him alive from the clutches of the devil!

The two forces were fighting crazily within his body; his Physical Body—was the most tragic battlefield!

The black-red patterns of Evil Qi and the clear, bright radiance flashed, entangled, and annihilated crazily on the surface of his body, every collision exploding into fine blood mist!

His muscles twisted and deformed in violent spasms, and his bones emitted an unbearable "cluck-cluck" sound. Sweat mixed with black-red Evil Qi and pale gold blood seeped from his pores, dripping onto the ground with a "hissing" corrosive sound, instantly etching pits emitting green smoke into the scorched earth!

The black-red Evil Qi patterns, which had been spreading wantonly like spiderwebs and writhing hideously—seemed to be scorched by an invisible heavenly fire!

Their spreading momentum came to an abrupt halt!

The edges of the patterns began to emit a fine, holy, milky-white halo, as if sacred inscriptions were forcibly covering these evil totems with an unstoppable force!

And deep within his eyes, which had originally been completely swallowed by scarlet and left with only madness and chaos—that tiny, long-imperceptible spark of clarity, like a fire seed thrown into endless fuel—suddenly erupted with a light so tenacious it was heart-stopping!

It failed to disperse the sea of blood around him.

But it was like an "anchor" forged from his Soul, nailed firmly to the final line of defense of his consciousness—let the blood waves tower, let ten thousand devils devour the Soul, yet I remain unmoved!

The sky-piercing blood pillar underwent a strange change!

Inside the pillar of light, the dark red Evil Qi and the clear, bright radiance were like two ancient giant pythons, unfolding a silent yet even more tragic battle!

On the surface of the pillar, black-red Qi would flare, resentful Souls would roar, and the fierce Qi would soar to the sky; at other times, clear light would penetrate the body, with rumbling Dao sounds, holy and solemn.

The two wrestled crazily, causing the entire pillar to tremble violently, emitting a dull, thunder-like roar, and it was actually forcibly halted by this new force—suspending at the top of the cage!

About to break!

Yet not broken!

This inconceivable reversal plunged the entire scene into dead silence!

All Cultivators widened their eyes, opened their mouths wide, and held their breath, their faces filled with extreme shock and bewilderment.

Some had their Magic Treasure drop to the ground with a "clang", completely unaware.

"Power of Primordial Creation?!" Liushui Qingshang's slender fingers pressing on the jade flute trembled violently, and his cold eyes erupted with unbelievable radiance—within it, there was not only shock and suspicion, but also a fire of hope for survival in a desperate situation burning fiercely!

"He actually possesses such a divine object within his Divine Soul?!" His voice was trembling slightly: "Heaven will not abandon him!"

Li Chengsi's expression turned so gloomy in that instant that water could be wrung from it!

Black as the bottom of a pot, veins throbbing!

The shock and anger in his heart surged like a ten-thousand-foot tsunami—he had calculated everything, exhausted all schemes, but he had never calculated that Xuanyuan Zhanxian would have such a Heaven-Defying Opportunity, able to forcibly extend his life in this certain-death situation by relying on this power from the beginning of the creation of heaven and earth!

But how deep were his schemes? The shock only lasted for an instant before it was replaced by a more intense, more insane killing intent.

He stepped forward violently, his voice like cracking ice, carrying an unquestionable severity, resounding throughout the scene:

"Fellow Daoists! Do not be deceived by the false appearance of this fiend!"

"This is merely the death throes of his demonic nature, a final struggle before the end! Such fierce power, mixed and unclear, bizarre and peerless, how can it be tolerated by the Righteous Path?"

"Once allowed to stabilize, the consequences are unimaginable! When the time comes, the Devil Head will appear in the world, the common people will weep blood, and white bones will fill the wilderness—"

"We will all be sinners of the ages!"

He waved his large hand, his voice like a great bell:

"If we do not act to clean up the sect now, when will we?!"

"Form the array!"

"Suppress!"

Behind him, the Tai Miao Ancestral Witches Disciples responded in unison, the sound waves like a tide.

The ancient and vast Aura was like a waking primordial giant beast, and a pressure even more majestic and terrifying than before condensed into shape, turning into a mysterious yellow giant seal covering the sky—runes flowed on the giant seal, as if carrying the weight of a world, carrying the will to suppress all evil and annihilate all laws, pressing down fiercely toward the flame cage once again!

The air emitted an unbearable buzzing sound under this giant seal, and the Void Realm was trembling!

"Li Chengsi! You are unworthy of being a successor of the Holy Land!"

Jian Tanghuang's phoenix eyes held evil, the fenji sword erupted with sky-high Phoenix flames, the scorching heat waves illuminating her body as if a goddess had descended to the mortal world, the sword tip pointing directly at Li Chengsi, her voice ice-cold and bone-piercing, killing intent awe-inspiring:

"This is clearly the one glimmer of survival for Fellow Daoist Zhanxian as he struggles against his demonic nature!"

"You have repeatedly tried to put him to death—is this acting on behalf of Heaven, or silencing a witness?!"

Second Prince Wu Yuanchen's long spear shook in his hand, the spear light flickering like a Dragon, the cold light of the spear tip reflecting his resolute face, and he said in a deep voice:

"Li Chengsi, do not go too far."

"Bullshit common people! I think you have a guilty conscience!"

Tuoba Ye's voice was like thunder, the swinging of his giant axe bringing up a savage storm, his knotted muscles bulging high, veins coiling like snakes:

"If you want to touch him, ask the mountain-splitting axe in my hand if it agrees first!"

Chu Zhanxiao's blood and Qi surged like a Dragon, red Protective Aura rising to the sky!

Eighteenth Prince Wu Zhenkan's feet had array patterns flickering, drawing on the Earth Vein Qi, and the earth trembled beneath his feet!

Yun Zhi lightly raised her slender hands, the Spiritual Qi around her turning into blooming green lotuses, protecting the surroundings, clear light flowing!

The Aura of the few people once again became an integrated whole, turning into an indestructible barrier, colliding fiercely with the descending mysterious yellow giant seal!

Boom—!!!

Like two stars colliding!

The world-destroying shockwave spread in a ring, rolling up dust and gravel that filled the sky, lifting earth waves a hundred feet high!

Those with slightly weaker cultivation were directly shaken, their blood and Qi churning, vomiting blood, and retreating dozens of steps!

The entire Eternal Graveyard trembled violently in this clash, and the earth split into bottomless gullies!

"Everyone! Why hesitate?!"

In the crowd, that sinister voice sounded again at the right time, full of anxiety and incitement, like a viper flicking its tongue:

"Do you want to wait until he completely controls that bizarre power and slaughters us all?"

"At this moment, he is beset by troubles internally and externally, and is at his weakest!"

"If we don't act now—"

"We will all die without a burial place!"

These words were like a viper, drilling into the ears of those unsettled Cultivators, gnawing fiercely at their last bit of reason.

Fear spread like a plague.

Looking at Xuanyuan Zhanxian, who was still struggling violently with an Aura so terrifying it was suffocating, and then looking at the "righteous and stern", imposing Li Chengsi—many people's eyes wavered, the light of their Magic Treasures lit up again, and their killing intent locked onto the direction of the cage once more.

"Who dares to step forward!"

Tuoba Ye's eyes widened in anger, his voice shaking the surroundings, his giant axe sweeping across, bringing up a half-moon shaped savage Protective Aura, forcing back those who were eager to move!

And Liushui Qingshang—said no more.

He held his jade flute to his lips, his eyes slightly closed, and a sound of the flute that was ethereal, distant, and seemingly able to cleanse the Soul slowly flowed out.

This flute sound no longer contained killing, but was full of tranquility and vitality—like a mother's gentle comfort, and like the spring breeze turning into rain, quietly smoothing out the restless killing intent and panic in the air.

Furthermore, a clear stream of melody, condensed like moonlight, flew out from the flute hole, gently winding around the violently trembling blood-colored pillar of light, attempting to merge into it, helping that flickering light of clarity—to steady its position.

The clear flute sound was like a flowing spring from the Nine Heavens, piercing through clouds and mist, meandering along.

When the sound was soft, it was like a weak willow swaying in the wind, low and lingering, making the heartstrings tremble; where it was impassioned, it was like thunder breaking an array, shaking the Soul, making the blood boil.

Every strand of sound wave seemed to carry spirituality, fitting perfectly, drilling into the ears of the crowd, spreading ripples on the lake of their hearts.

That blood-colored pillar of light, which had originally been like a dormant Vicious Beast, with fierce Qi surging, chilling to the bone—now seemed to be summoned by this pure flute sound, the fierce Qi dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Power of Primordial Creation that had been violently flowing inside the pillar gradually began to emit a warm, moist glow, like morning clouds reflecting on snow, interweaving and entwining with the rhythm of the clear flute sound, forming an indescribable, mysterious resonance.

The pillar of light trembled slightly, as if it had gained life, and was resisting the filth and heavy pressure permeating the surroundings.

Xuanyuan Zhanxian's body trembled violently, every inch of his muscles and bones emitting an unbearable wail.

Under his skin, the crisscrossing Evil Qi patterns flickered, like a dying poisonous fire struggling crazily, sometimes erupting with blinding black-red light, attempting to counterattack, and sometimes dimming, like a candle in the wind, flickering and about to go out.

He gritted his teeth, black-red blood constantly overflowing from the corners of his mouth, veins knotted on his forehead, sweat pouring down like rain.

He was enduring the extreme pain of his Divine Soul and Physical Body being torn apart twice over—this was the tragic battle between the Power of Primordial Creation and the Boundless Blood Evil unfolding within his body, every instant like being in an infinite purgatory, suffering was unbearable, life worse than death.

But he—did not fall.

"Stubborn and unyielding!"

Seeing this, Li Chengsi's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of needle points, the solidified killing intent in his eyes shooting out like ice picks, the biting cold air sweeping out, actually making the surrounding air seem to condense frost!

"Since you all insist on associating with demons, and willingly sink into depravity—"

His voice rose sharply, like the judgment of an ancient Witch God:

"Then do not blame me for being ruthless, suppressing you all together, and turning you into powder!"

Before the words fell, he suddenly raised his hand!

In the palm of his hand, ghostly light gathered, and a simple, ancient black token appeared out of thin air!

The token was only the size of a palm, neither gold nor jade, its texture unidentifiable, its surface carved with twisted and hideous ancient Witch runes—every stroke seemed to be outlined by endless resentful Souls and the will of destruction, exuding an evil Aura that made the Soul tremble.

The moment it appeared—it exuded a terrifying Aura that suppressed the ages and swept across the eight wildernesses!

The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi solidified because of it!

All Cultivators' Divine Souls trembled, fear stemming from the instinct of life gripped everyone's breath, as if an invisible giant hand had choked their throats!

Some people's legs went weak, and they collapsed directly to the ground!

"Imperial Ancestral Temple Forbidden Technique—"

Li Chengsi gave a low shout, his voice like the roar of an ancient Witch God awakening, shaking the Void Realm into ripples, changing the color of heaven and earth:

"Myriad Spirit Lock!"