txolops Chapter 47 Self-Sacrifice
Chapter 47 Self-Sacrifice
A furious roar, imbued with the power of the righteous Yang and filled with rage, suddenly exploded from the depths of the dojo!
The sound waves surged and spread like a tide.
Many evil spirits and heretics in the arena turned pale upon hearing this. Some with shallow cultivation were even more affected by the backlash of evil magic within their bodies triggered by the shout. In an instant, their flesh withered and turned into dried-up corpses and ghosts, and they died on the spot!
The next instant, a figure appeared out of thin air.
The man wore an ancient Taoist robe, had a stern face, and an ethereal figure. A bright halo hung behind his head, its color dim and yellow, like the setting sun, yet it faintly carried the magnificent aura of the great sun of the past world.
He was the previous Supreme Elder of the Zhengyang Dao, with the Daoist name [Shangming], and was a True Person in the Realm of Yin Spirit Day Travel!
As soon as he appeared, his gaze swept over the tragic scene in the dojo, his expression suddenly darkened, and the killing intent in his eyes surged, almost solidifying into a tangible form.
"evil creature!"
Master Shangming raised his hand in a feint, and a stream of magical power fell and entered Daoist Mingjun's body, temporarily suppressing his burning flesh and soul.
At the same time, the [Zhengyang Spirit Lamp] seemed to be summoned and flew into his palm on its own.
"die--!"
The lamp entered his palm, and its radiance changed abruptly.
The dim yellow light suddenly intensified, actually condensing into a real, slowly sinking phantom of the setting sun above the real person's head!
In an instant, the dim, yellowish evening light, like a raging fire in the sky or a raging tide in the sea, overturned one side!
"Run!"
"It's a live-action tour... log out now!"
"No--!"
Under the twilight, the fierce spirits and vengeful ghosts raised by the Soul-Seizing Sect, the strange monsters and beasts refined by the Animal Creation Sect, and the white bones and skeletons of the Yin Bone Workshop... all dissipated and vanished like snow meeting boiling water or bubbles in the midday sun!
Even more surprisingly, some people subconsciously used their internal energy to resist, and when the evening light shone on their bodies, the Yin energy intertwined with a trace of Yang energy, and suddenly ignited from the inside out.
The person screamed in agony as he transformed into a blazing torch. His consecrated human skin robe, bone armor, substitute ghost puppet, and even his personal evil weapon all exploded one after another in the twilight, leaving no trace of his body.
In just a few breaths, nine out of ten of the three evil cultivators who had attacked were killed. The power of the Day Wanderer was truly astounding!
"Uncle-Master!" After taking the Yin Pill and the nourishing elixir treasured in the Daoist temple, Mingjun Daoist's face regained some color. Seeing this, he was overjoyed.
However, Fang Chen frowned slightly and looked down at Master Shangming. He saw that after Master Shangming used this move, his Yin Spirit body thinned out at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming more and more transparent.
Although the attacking evil cultivators suffered heavy casualties, the three old demonic monsters, Yu Gu, You Xuan, and Lian Xing, each used their own methods to protect themselves the moment the twilight approached. Some transformed into white bone shields, some unfurled soul banners, and some changed into animal forms. Although they appeared disheveled, they were all unharmed.
At this moment, the three of them had gloomy expressions and were staring intently at Master Shangming.
"Hehehe... What a fine Shangming!" The ghostly spirit around the old monster Youxuan vanished, revealing an extraordinary yet chilling face. "In the old world, even if you were only a wisp of a soul left, the three of us would have no choice but to flee for our lives! Alas, this is a world of upheaval, a mortal realm of yin and evil! How much power can your righteous yang magic unleash?"
"Furthermore, this world is tainted by demonic energy. Without a physical body to protect you, your spirit is constantly being worn down. How long can you hold out? If this drags on for even a moment, your soul will surely be scattered!"
Master Shangming's face was covered in frost, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent. He knew that if he made a move, he would be worn down by the turbid energy of the world, and his soul would be scattered within an hour.
But for the sake of my disciples and the Zhengyang lineage, why should I hesitate to sacrifice this crippled body?
"Having cultivated for hundreds of years, my path is nearing its end; there is nothing left to cling to." The eyes of the Venerable Shangming were as clear as an ancient, cold well, devoid of sorrow or joy, only a resolute will solidified within them. "However, since this body has inherited the Daoist lineage, received incense offerings, and become a disciple of a master, I must repay the kindness and karmic debts owed to me!"
At this point in the conversation, only murderous intent remained.
"Though I am old, I must not leave any future troubles for my descendants! My three fellow Daoists, please follow me...on this journey!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a sword suddenly shot out from behind Master Shangming.
Its sword flashed like mist and lightning, like a pool of autumn water, its cold light chilling. The blade was crystal clear, like glass, yet it faintly revealed gray-black impurities... Clearly, it was an ancient flying sword, tainted by the filth of this turbid world!
Yet the sword aura remained chilling, darting and agile, with no hilt or guard, both ends sharp, making it piercing to the eye and chilling to the soul, its sharpness unmatched.
"Flying sword?!" The three old demonic monsters' expressions changed drastically, and they retreated rapidly.
A spirit capable of manifesting its power in broad daylight signifies an extremely high level of cultivation, let alone a Day Wanderer. In the old world, with its strict order of heaven and earth, such a figure would be considered a true immortal in any region!
Even in this turbid and evil world, where their cultivation has been greatly weakened, they are still far superior to the Yin spirits who can only roam at night.
If these two True Immortals of Zhengyang Dao hadn't both lost their physical bodies and were unable to resist the filth of this world, they would never have dared to come knocking on their door.
Even though they were facing a remnant soul, seeing the Yin God wielding a flying sword, the three of them still felt a chill in their hearts, as if a sharp blade was pressed against their throats, and their whole bodies became stiff and cold.
The next instant, the flying sword transformed into a stream of light, like autumn waters filling the sky, and slashed straight at the old monster Youxuan!
The latter's expression changed drastically, and he roared angrily:
"What are you all standing there for?! If I die here, none of you will escape!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a strange change occurred.
Inside the arena, a thick, murky green miasma of corpses had spread silently, like a living thing, eroding everything around it. It was as sticky as pus and difficult to remove from the bones.
Some disciples were a little slow to dodge, and the hem of their Taoist robes was slightly stained with miasma. The flesh that touched it instantly turned a deathly bluish-gray, and lividity quickly spread from their necks to their cheeks, causing their eyes to lose their luster and turn ashen.
In just a few breaths, the person made a hoarse sound in his throat and turned into a walking corpse with eerie green eyes and stiff movements!
"Hmm?!" Upon hearing this strange change, Master Shangming's expression hardened, but instead of retreating, he advanced, manipulating his flying sword to kill one of them first.
But just as the flying sword was about to strike, a strange figure appeared in front of the old monster Youxuan.
Its eyes were blood-red, and its body was covered with thick, black bristles. The tips of the bristles oozed a greenish-green corpse poison, which turned into a thin, foul mist that enveloped its body.
Moreover, its flesh and blood had rotted, but its resentment had solidified in its bones, making them as hard as iron, impervious to water and fire. As soon as the flying sword struck, it produced a sound like metal clashing, making it difficult to penetrate.
"This is... [Unmelting Bone]?" Master Shangming's expression changed drastically.
In this world, heaven and earth have collapsed, yin and yang are out of order, and life and death are confused. After a person dies, if he is buried in a place where yin and evil gather, or is eroded by the light and shadow of the old world, or if he has deep obsessions and resentment in his life, then his body will not decompose and will turn into a zombie.
A zombie attached to the spirits of those who died violently in the shadows of the old world can become a hairy zombie; after being immersed in the yin and evil places where corpses are raised for decades, it can break through the soil and become a flying zombie.
If one cultivates to the extreme, abandoning flesh and skin, and condensing a thousand years of cultivation into a single bone, one can obtain a trace of immortality and become the great evil of a thousand years, the [Undying Bone], whose strength will be comparable to that of a Yang God True Monarch!
"How is this possible?! How could you possibly control such a malevolent creature?!"
Master Shangming's expression changed drastically, his eyes filled with disbelief.
These zombies possess only malevolent and ferocious energy, having long lost their intelligence and the ability to communicate or trade. The only possibility is that these three evil old monsters have influenced or even controlled this zombie through some kind of evil magic.
But this is an indestructible bone, a being comparable to the Yang God True Lord!
How could a mere spirit of the underworld possibly have the power to touch it...?
"Wait, no, this isn't..."
In a flash, Master Shangming seemed to sense something amiss, but before he could finish speaking—
The black-haired, stiff body in front of them suddenly raised its head and let out a mournful howl!
Before the howling had subsided, the malevolent and foul energy surged forth from all directions like a raging sea, instantly condensing into a thick, ink-black mist that pressed down upon the entire temple!