Poetry Soul Suppresses Demons
Mo Zun's arrogant words and Mo Heng's (Qianji's) discovery struck everyone like a thunderclap.
The source of life is actually the core of the seal! Beneath it, some terrifying "dead and destructive entity" is suppressed!
This means that once the source seed is taken away, not only will their hope of saving Yi Xing be shattered, but it may also unleash unimaginable calamity!
Li Bai's eyes had turned completely icy, his body radiating sword intent, his robes fluttering without wind, and his Azure Lotus Sword emitting a clear, melodious hum, as if it were about to drink blood at any moment.
"To covet the Origin Seed and disturb the seal is an unforgivable crime!"
Without another word, he moved, transforming into a streak of azure light, heading straight for Mo Zun! The sword light was like a waterfall, instantly enveloping Mo Zun, and the sharp sword energy seemed to cut through space itself!
"Well done!" Mo Zun laughed wildly, his eyes savage beneath the ghost mask. He thrust out his palms, and a dark torrent mixed with azure evil energy and boundless demonic power surged forth, colliding fiercely with Li Bai's sword light!
Boom—!!!
A terrifying energy shockwave erupted from the two of them, causing waves several meters high to surge on the lake surface. Even Yi Xing and the others in the distance felt a suffocating pressure!
A great battle erupted instantly!
Pei Qinhu roared as he charged towards "Bone Corrosion," knowing the old man's evil arts posed a great threat to ordinary disciples and needed to be dealt with quickly! Gongsun Li and Yang Yuhuan joined forces to deal with the core members of "Night Ink" who were rushing up, their umbrellas and swords flashing, sonic waves surging. Yang Jian and Xiaotianquan kept their eyes on Mo Heng (Qianji), preventing him from having the opportunity to continue breaking the seal or attacking the Source Seed.
Master Lu Ban quickly put down his toolbox, his hands moving rapidly as he arranged small defensive and disruptive mechanisms around Yi Xing, forming a barrier. "Kid, protect yourself and the compass! The seal must not be broken!"
Yi Xing sat in his wheelchair, his face even paler from the energy surge in the distance and his inner turmoil. He gripped the "Following the Mechanism Disc" tightly, its pointer frantically pointing towards the fierce battle between Li Bai and Mo Zun, and the suspended Origin Seed. He could feel the Origin Seed's energy being drawn in by Mo Zun's evil power and Li Bai's sharp sword intent, becoming unstable! The sealing runes below were also flashing intensely!
"No... If this continues, even if Li Bai can hold off Mo Zun, the aftershocks of the battle might break the seal prematurely!" Yi Xing was extremely anxious.
At this moment of utter chaos, an unexpected change occurred!
Perhaps stimulated by the intense energy conflict above, the sealing runes in the center of the lake suddenly burst forth with an unprecedentedly dazzling white light! The light was so intense that it even temporarily overwhelmed all the energy radiance on the battlefield!
Immediately afterwards, illusory figures, each bearing a unique spiritual imprint, slowly emerged from the light, like heroic spirits emerging from the long river of history.
Their clothing varied, some dashing, some melancholic, some bold, and some detached, but without exception, they all carried a powerful and majestic spiritual force that resonated and merged with the vitality emanating from the "source of life"!
A middle-aged scholar, his face resolute and eyes filled with concern for the suffering of the common people, recited aloud: "How I wish for thousands of mansions, to shelter all the poor scholars of the world and make them rejoice!" His voice, like a resounding bell, carried an unwavering belief in protection, transforming into an invisible force that stabilized the vibrating seal. It was none other than the Sage of Poetry—Du Fu!
A figure with an ethereal air, seemingly one with the mountains and waters, calmly flicked his sleeve: "The bright moon shines among the pines, the clear spring flows over the rocks. This place is pure and tranquil; how can evil spirits be allowed to defile it?" The power of nature surged forth, calming the turbulent energy currents. It was none other than the Poet-Buddha—Wang Wei!
A figure with a hearty laugh, holding an invisible wine vessel, sang loudly: "Heaven has endowed me with talents, which will surely be put to use; though a thousand pieces of gold are spent, they will return again! Hahaha, how exhilarating!" The unrestrained power of the poetic soul soared into the sky, impacting the minds of everyone in the "Ink of the Dark Night." It was none other than the Poet Immortal—Li Bai (another manifestation of his poetic soul? Or perhaps a spiritual imprint)!
A kind and wise old man spoke slowly: "Wildfire cannot burn it all; the spring breeze brings it back to life. How can you evil spirits extinguish the resilience of life?" The vibrant verses flowed like a gentle stream, nourishing the source seed and the seal. It was none other than the King of Poetry—Bai Juyi!
There is also Meng Haoran's elegance, He Zhizhang's humor, Wang Changling's frontier heroism, Yuan Danqiu's transcendence, Kong Chaofu's reclusion... One after another, phantoms representing the grandeur of the Tang Dynasty and embodying the spirit and power of countless literati surround the "source of life," reciting their own timeless verses!
Their power is not a direct attack, but a spiritual resonance, a reinforcement of rules! With their immortal poetic souls, combined with the life-giving vitality of the "Source of Life", they jointly constructed this "Spiritual Seal" to suppress evil spirits!
"The spirit forged by pen and ink transcends the torrent of time; the conviction contained in poetry is enough to become a monument to suppress evil!"
The phantom of Du Fu, with his piercing gaze and resounding voice, speaks volumes about the immense role of cultural heritage and spiritual strength in safeguarding the world.
This scene shocked everyone!
Looking at those familiar phantoms, especially the poetic soul among them that was identical to himself but even more unrestrained, Li Bai's eyes flashed with a complex and incomprehensible mix of reminiscence and relief. His swordplay seemed to gain an added touch of decisiveness and grandeur as a result.
Mo Zun and the others were both shocked and furious! They hadn't expected that this seal would conceal such powerful spiritual energy! These long-deceased poetic spirits could actually hinder them in this way!
"It's nothing but the lingering resentment of the dead! Break it!" Mo Zun roared, his attack becoming even fiercer.
Mo Heng (Qianji) also accelerated the cracking process, attempting to disrupt the connection between the Poet Soul and the Source Seed.
The balance of the seal is being broken little by little! The light of the Source Seed begins to flicker, and the deathly aura emanating from the suppressed object below begins to seep out bit by bit!
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