117: Outer Path Demon Image Technique

At these words, Zhang Liang sighed lightly and slowly stood up.

"Your Excellency, you ambushed my Disciple, Carefree Scholar Guan Ping, back then and stole the Demon Saint's bloodline.

Thus, we are now even, are we not?"

"As expected, it was discovered..."

Gu Changsheng's heart tensed, but he remained unconcerned, chuckling, "Fellow Daoist, have you gone mad? Must you blame this Lord for the death of your Disciple?

This Lord has killed many, but I do not recognize anyone named Guan Ping.

On the contrary, Fellow Daoist, you conspired with that wicked Disciple to scheme against my Yuanlian Island, attracting myriad ghosts. That is a clear case of being caught red-handed."

Some matters, even if both sides know the truth, cannot be admitted.

Gu Changsheng even intentionally seized upon the Ghost Nest incident to gain the upper hand in the conversation.

Indeed, Zhang Liang glanced up, remained silent for a moment, then spoke, "Your Excellency misunderstands.

That Ghost Nest was merely a test, to see if Your Excellency possessed the strength to explore the Ghost Domain Secret Realm with me and share a tremendous Opportunity..."

"Hmph, if this Lord's strength were insufficient, I would have been devoured by myriad ghosts.

Along with that, my Yuanlian Island behind me would also suffer.

So... Fellow Daoist, you would gamble with the lives of millions of Mortals and Cultivators on my Yuanlian Island... Haha, good!"

Gu Changsheng smiled coldly, his expression stern, his gaze sharp as a blade.

"This Lord has long heard that Duke Yansheng's cultivation is profound, inheriting from the Yellow Heaven The Way of Peace, with Dao arts mysterious and unfathomable.

Today, I ask for your guidance!"

Clang, clang—

Gu Changsheng pointed his sword at the Void Realm, and immediately the earth veins surged, like a Dragon turning over, the earth shook, dust rose everywhere, and Flying Sword Magic Treasures broke out of the ground, streaking across the Void Realm.

In an instant, a thousand swords hung in the air, their Sword Qi obscuring the sky and sun, giving birth to the mysterious power of a Sword Formation.

At the center of the Sword Formation, Azure Dragon Child held the longquan sword, positioned at the formation's eye.

Over the years, the longquan sword had long been nurtured and elevated to a top-grade Magic Treasure, its power exceptional.

Divine Ability — Zhuxian Sword Formation!

This Divine Ability, with myriad swords unleashed, could cut down those above one's station.

Slaying weaker Cave Profound Old Monsters was not out of the question.

After so many years, this was its first appearance.

Indeed, Zhang Liang frowned and murmured, "Over a thousand Magic Treasure-grade Flying Swords... Your Excellency is truly extravagant... Especially when combined with Your Excellency's Sword Formation Divine Ability, its power is indeed astonishing.

It seems... if we don't fight today, Your Excellency's anger cannot be quelled... So be it..."

Zhang Liang suddenly threw out a handful of soybeans, scattering them across the Void Realm, where they transformed into mighty soldiers with yellow turbans on their heads and armor on their bodies.

This was the Divine Ability of Scattering Beans to Form Soldiers.

They charged forward with great momentum.

"Fellow Daoist indeed has some skill.

However, to think of breaking this Lord's Zhuxian Sword Formation so easily is to underestimate this Lord.

Take this sword!"

Gu Changsheng hooked his sword finger, and the myriad Flying Swords descended, like a dance of ten thousand swords, a deluge of Sword Qi twisting and attacking.

No matter how many Dao soldiers you have, how can they outnumber Sword Qi?

In an instant, Dao soldiers were cut down, dissipating into green smoke, turning into broken soybeans.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, Zhang Liang had already donned a pair of jade-white gloves, spiritual light shimmering, his aura surging.

Those gloves were actually a pair of top-grade Magic Treasures.

He struck out with a palm.

Black Qi surged and gathered, forming a gigantic azure hand that met the Sword Qi.

Immediately, the myriad Sword Qi shattered like wheat stalks encountering an iron plate.

"A Major Achievement-level Myriad Convergence Great Hand Seal... Fellow Daoist's Divine Ability is truly profound."

Gu Changsheng sneered, and with a thought, a thousand Flying Swords formed a nine-colored giant Dragon, its head ferocious and raised, and nine different colored light clusters lit up in its Dragon's mouth.

These were clearly Sword Qi Dragon Breaths condensed to their extreme.

Bang—

The Dragon Breath Sword Qi erupted, the entire world seemed to be cleared, space itself became distorted, and sizzling sounds could be heard everywhere.

Every inch of space was filled with annihilating Sword Qi.

Zhang Liang's expression changed in surprise; he suddenly clapped his palms together, and a blurry eight-armed standing statue phantom appeared on his body.

"Primordial Boundless, Yellow Heaven Above.

Divine Descent!"

The Void Realm vibrated, and an inexplicable power flowed into the eight-armed standing statue phantom, its face gradually becoming solid and clear.

It was the image of an extremely ordinary old farmer from the fields.

With eight arms before him, he stood unmoving as a mountain.

A golden bell phantom blocked the front.

The Sword Qi Dragon Breath swept past, the golden bell disintegrated, and the eight-armed standing statue phantom persisted for a few breaths before bursting like a bubble.

Pfft—

A mouthful of vital blood spurted out, scattering across the Void Realm, and a figure shot out from the Sword Qi.

Zhang Liang's face was ashen, his left arm gone, and the remaining stump was constantly being shredded by the chaotic Sword Qi, destroying his flesh.

"Such a price should be enough to appease Your Excellency's anger, shouldn't it...?"

Zhang Liang's eyes were cold, and he forcibly swallowed the metallic sweetness in his throat.

"Haha, enough! Enough!

Tell me about that Opportunity; this Lord is very interested..."

Gu Changsheng's face was wreathed in smiles, a stark contrast to his previous tense, aggressive demeanor.

"Your Excellency possesses great Divine Abilities, and should have cultivated a first-grade True Core, yes?" Zhang Liang did not answer directly.

"Oh, and if I have?"

"Then Your Excellency should know that above first-grade, there is also the concept of a supreme-grade True Core.

This Opportunity is related to that."

At these words, Gu Changsheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said indifferently, "Fellow Daoist, are you perhaps making fun of me?

Supreme-grade True Core is a legend from ancient times.

True or false?

That remains to be seen.

With just one sentence, you expect me to forcefully enter the Chong Prefecture Ghost Domain with you? Do you take me for a fool?"

Hearing this, Zhang Liang did not argue; his body became illusory, and golden flames ignited on his legs.

A message came from the Void Realm.

"Sixty years from now, on the Ghost Festival, if Fellow Daoist is interested, we can meet at Fengbo Pavilion at the foot of Mount Yulan in Chong Prefecture..."

As the words finished, his figure had already dissipated.

A wisp of yellow humanoid talisman paper floated down from the air.

After a long while, Gu Changsheng propped his chin, looking in the direction Zhang Liang had disappeared, a playful glint in his eyes: "Substitute Technique... Hmph, afraid I'd go back on my word and destroy this Clone with a single sword, huh... Do you really think I couldn't tell that the eight-armed standing statue phantom was your true body...?"

The face of the eight-armed standing statue phantom was completely different from Zhang Liang's.

But that faint trace of homologous Qi was still detected by Gu Changsheng.

"No wonder, after so many years, my attempts to copy your portrait have yielded nothing... However, within that eight-armed standing statue, there seems to be other Divine Soul Qi mixed in.

It seems... it's a remnant Divine Soul from the The Way of Peace's Dongxuan Realm... Fusion with an outsider's soul... What a ruthless person!"

Gu Changsheng was confident he would never dare to do such a thing.

Fusing with an outsider's soul could lead to memory confusion at best, and mental instability or even soul dissipation at worst.

Most importantly, after Fusion, would you still be you?

"Hmph, at least I've seen a bit of Zhang Liang's true nature.

Now let me see what kind of Divine Abilities and secret arts you can contribute to me..."

...Yuanlian Island.

Gu Changsheng, dressed in white like an immortal, held an azure jade wolf-hair brush, freely splashing ink onto a piece of drawing paper.

Gradually, an eight-armed old farmer's standing statue appeared on the paper.

A spark of spiritual light entered his mind.

A new spell appeared on his panel.

【Heretical Golem Art】

【Introduction: Refine the essence of dao karma, forge a Golem, and fuse with it through the spirit, allowing it to become one with you.】

It was actually a secret art of Heretical Incarnation and Possession.

In a trance, the eight-armed standing statue phantom appeared in Gu Changsheng's mind.