140: Chapter 140 True Monarch Xuanyun

The stone statue's right arm immediately drooped, unable to be raised again!

The other stone statue roared in anger, its stone sword slashing wildly!

The Vajra Talisman's light shield flickered violently, on the verge of shattering!

Li Changsheng, instead of retreating, advanced. The moment the light shield shattered, he punched the stone statue's knee joint!

The Thirteenth Form of Green Wood Fist.

Withered Wood Meets Spring!

This punch condensed all his strength and the vitality of the nine-turn azure profound bead!

Boom!

His fist slammed into the rune, and the rune exploded!

The stone statue lost its balance and crashed to its knees!

Li Changsheng seized the opportunity to leap up and stab his sword into the rune core on its back!

Crack!

The rune completely shattered, and the faint golden light in the stone statue's eyes suddenly extinguished, turning into a pile of rubble that collapsed with a crash.

Although the other stone statue's right arm was disabled, it still lunged forward, swinging its sword with its left hand!

Li Changsheng no longer had the strength to fight.

But he did not retreat.

He stared at the stone statue, and the moment it swung its sword, he suddenly dodged to the side, avoiding the blade, then punched the rune on its chest!

Withered Wood Meets Spring!

Another loud bang!

The stone statue staggered backward, the cracks on its body growing larger and larger, until it finally crashed to the ground, turning into a pile of rubble.

Li Changsheng knelt on one knee, panting heavily. He was covered in wounds, blood stained his clothes, and his Spiritual Qi was almost exhausted.

But the stone statues were finally shattered.

Just then, the palace door burst open.

A rich Spiritual Qi surged out from within the hall, mixed with an equally dense Evil Qi.

The two auras intertwined, forming a strange balance.

Li Changsheng propped himself up, and step by step, entered the grand hall.

The interior of the hall was even more magnificent than the outside.

Countless luminous pearls were embedded in the ceiling, dozens of zhang high, emitting a soft glow.

In the center of the hall stood a massive stone platform, surrounded by nine jade pillars, each with a palm-sized jade wall suspended above it.

Nine jade walls.

soul-suppressing jade wall.

And above the stone platform, a faint azure phantom floated silently.

It was the image of a middle-aged man, with a gaunt face, dressed in a Daoist robe, his eyes closed.

His body was almost transparent, faintly revealing the stone wall behind him, yet he still exuded a terrifying pressure.

Nascent Soul remnant.

True Lord Xuan Yun.

The phantom slowly opened its eyes, its gaze falling upon Li Changsheng.

In that gaze, there was a hint of scrutiny, and also a hint of... expectation.

“A thousand years,”

He spoke, his voice ethereal and distant.

“Someone has finally reached this place.”

Li Changsheng bowed respectfully: “Junior Li Changsheng greets True Lord.”

The phantom looked at him, silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

“On you, there is the aura of Qingxuan.”

Li Changsheng was startled.

Qingxuan?

True Lord Qingxuan?

The phantom continued.

“He is an old friend of mine.”

“He also participated in suppressing the Spirit Devourer back then. Did you obtain his Legacy?”

Li Changsheng nodded and took out the nine-turn azure profound bead from his embrace.

The phantom looked at the bead, a complex light flashing in its eyes.

“nine-turn azure profound bead... he actually left this thing to you.”

He paused, then sighed.

“That’s good. With it, you might truly be able to stop this catastrophe.”

Li Changsheng's heart tightened.

“What does True Lord mean by this?”

The phantom looked at him and slowly spoke.

“A thousand years ago, I pursued the demonic Cultivator 'Spirit Devourer' to this place.”

“It was originally an ancient demonic creature, incredibly ferocious. I exhausted all my strength to kill it.”

“But its demonic soul was immortal and extremely cunning. I couldn't purify it completely, so I could only use my Nascent Soul Origin and these nine soul-suppressing jade walls to set up the Nine Palaces Soul Locking Formation, suppressing it here.”

He paused, then continued.

“However, just as I was about to succeed, the Spirit Devourer's demonic soul suddenly split itself, attempting to escape with a portion. ”

“I used all my strength to retrieve that portion of the demonic soul, but it also took advantage of the weakness to tear a crack in the edge of the Formation.”

Li Changsheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

“The ‘Spirit Devourer’ you saw before escaped through that crack.”

Li Changsheng took a deep breath.

So that's how it was.

The Spirit Devourer in Qinghe Town was only a part of the true Spirit Devourer.

No wonder it was so troublesome even after being suppressed for so long.

The phantom continued.

“Now, a thousand years have passed, my Nascent Soul Origin is almost exhausted, and the power of the soul-suppressing jade walls is dwindling.”

“The Spirit Devourer's demonic soul is about to Break through its suppression. If it's not stopped, the entire Yunzhou will be plunged into misery.”

He looked at Li Changsheng, his gaze profound.

“I need you to do something for me.”

Li Changsheng said.

“Please tell me, True Lord.”

The phantom said.

“The soul-suppressing jade walls need to be infused with pure Spiritual Qi to temporarily stabilize the Formation.”

“However, the area around the jade walls is enveloped by the demonic soul's Evil Qi, and there are remnants of the Spirit Devourer guarding it.”

“You must first clear those remnants before you can approach the jade walls.”

He paused, his voice growing more solemn.

“There's one more thing you must be careful about.”

Li Changsheng looked at him.

The phantom said.

“Recently, many people have entered the ruins.”

“One group is Cultivators from the Blood Fiend Sect. They know about the soul-suppressing jade walls and want to seize them to do something evil.”

“There are also some Loose Cultivators who have been bewitched by the demonic soul's Evil Qi and may have become its Puppets.”

His gaze fell upon Li Changsheng, carrying a hint of warning.

“No matter who you encounter, don't trust them. Here, no one is a friend except yourself.”

Li Changsheng was silent for a moment, then nodded.

“Junior understands.”

The phantom looked at him, a hint of relief flashing in its eyes.

“I have a basic Purification Spell here that can help you.”

With that, the phantom pointed at Li Changsheng through the air.

Li Changsheng immediately felt a basic Spell appear in his mind—the Purification Spell!

“Go. Time is running out.”

His figure gradually faded, eventually disappearing into the air.

Li Changsheng stood in the center of the grand hall, gazing at the nine jade walls emitting faint light, then at the even darker passage deeper within the hall.

There, the Evil Qi was even denser.

There, the remnants of the Spirit Devourer waited.

He gripped his green steel sword, took a deep breath, and walked towards the passage.

Passing through the passage behind the Soul-Suppressing Hall, Li Changsheng entered an even more vast space.

It was another grand hall, even more magnificent and eerie than the previous one.

The hall was empty, its ceiling dozens of zhang high.

The luminous pearls embedded in the ceiling had long since dimmed, with only a few faint rays of light penetrating through the cracks.

In the center of the hall stood a massive stone platform, entirely black, as if corroded by something, exuding a chilling aura.

Upon the stone platform lay a jade wall, entirely pure white.

soul-suppressing jade wall.

The jade wall was about three chi square, as white as jade, emitting a soft fluorescent glow.

However, its surface was covered with black patterns, spreading like blood vessels, a shocking sight.

Those black patterns were slowly wriggling, as if alive, constantly eroding the jade wall's purity.

Below the jade wall was a pitch-black crack.

The crack was about a zhang long and half a chi wide, seemingly bottomless.

Dense black Evil Qi surged out from the crack, twisting and turning like living creatures, emitting a grating hissing sound. Around the crack, several black demonic shadows were coiled.

There were five demonic shadows, entirely black, without fixed form, sometimes coalescing into twisted human figures, sometimes dispersing into a cloud of black mist.

They were coiled around the crack, motionless, like loyal guardians.

Li Changsheng held his breath, his perception subtly extending.

The next moment, his heart sank abruptly.

Foundation Establishment Late-Stage.

Each of the five demonic shadows exuded the terrifying aura of Foundation Establishment Late-Stage!

He, a Qi Refining Level 9 Cultivator, had no chance against five Foundation Establishment Late-Stage demonic shadows!

Just then, hurried footsteps suddenly echoed from within the hall.