The barrier of Jiayang Mountain, ripped mercilessly like a piece of fragile paper by the sudden impact, left a shocking crack. A fierce wind mingled with chaotic energy surged through the crack, causing the entire mountaintop to tremble.
Chuchu, facing the chaotic situation before her, showed no sign of panic. Her eyes were calm and profound, as if she could see through all the vanity in the world.
She did not rush into the melee, but stood firmly first, raised her hands gently, and a faint light flowed between her fingertips.
The spiritual light, like a trickle of water, quickly converged at the crack in the barrier and began to repair the torn space. Her movements were graceful and calm, as if she were performing a sacred ritual.
"It's easy to get in, but it will be difficult to get out later." Chu Chu curled up the corners of her mouth with a faint sneer, and her voice revealed an unquestionable determination.
After repairing the barrier, Chu Chu stepped forward. Her voice was as loud as a bell, echoing throughout the valley: "All members of the Chongming Bird Tribe, retreat! I am here!"
The birds flapped their wings and flew high, their colorful feathers gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight. They quickly retreated behind Chuchu, forming a natural barrier. This barrier not only protected themselves, but also demonstrated the unity and strength of the same bird tribe to those who trespassed.
The fifty ghost messengers, who had been so eager to break through the Chongming Bird Clan's defenses, were stunned. They stared at each other, their eyes filled with fear and anxiety. One tried to escape, but Chuchu merely moved her fingers, and an invisible force struck him like lightning. The ghost messenger's body stiffened instantly, and then he collapsed to the ground, soundless.
Chuchu smiled sarcastically, scanning all the ghost officials present with a sharp gaze. "Everyone, you've been showing off your power in the underworld for too long, haven't you? Don't you even realize where you are? Jiayang Mountain, a thousand-year-old sacred place, how can you ghost officials be allowed to enter without permission? Entering means death, don't you even know this?"
Among this group of ghost messengers, one figure stood out. It was the ghost messenger An Ye, who had previously met Chu Chu in the human world.
He took a few steps forward, his tone persuasive, "Princess Di, you've also been in the underworld for a thousand years. You should know what life is like for us ghost messengers. We're neither human nor ghost, even worse than ordinary humans. Once we die, we turn to ashes. We have no form, no soul, just wandering ghosts in the underworld. Now, we just want to return to the human world and live a normal life for a while. I hope that Lingjun will be merciful and lend us the treasure."
Chu Chu heard this and a sneer of disdain appeared on her face: "What are you thinking? Why did you become ghost messengers? Don't you know it in your heart? Some of you were villains, some were thugs, and some sold your souls for greedy desires. Now, you want to return to normal life. Are you kidding me?"
Her tone was cold and resolute, without a trace of sympathy or mercy. She knew that for these ghost messengers who had lost their true nature, any tolerance and mercy would be futile.
"I'll give you two choices now," Chuchu's voice rang out again, filled with unquestionable authority. "Either return to the underworld and surrender yourself to receive the punishment you deserve, or be reduced to ashes right here on Jiayang Mountain! The choice is yours."
However, not everyone was willing to submit. Someone shouted defiantly, "You are a god, how can you be so cold and heartless?"
Chu Chu sneered coldly, her voice filled with unquestionable majesty and indifference, like the harshest winter wind, piercing the hearts of everyone present. "Gods are inherently heartless. They hang high above the nine heavens, indifferent to all the joys and sorrows of the world. As guardians of the Heavenly Dao, we shoulder the lofty mission of maintaining the peace of the six realms. You, ants who attempt to disrupt the order of the six realms and disobey their rules, dare to stand before me and talk about mercy and compassion. How ridiculous, how pathetic! You have no self-awareness, let alone the solemnity and inviolability of the Heavenly Dao."
In the dark night, the leader, with a burly figure and a ferocious face, heard this with his eyes wide open, roaring like an enraged beast: "Charge! Kill these hypocritical birdmen. As long as we occupy Jiayang Mountain, we can absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth here, bringing our power to an unprecedented peak, and from then on, we will be evergreen and immortal! Brothers, for our future, for our glory, kill!"
Following An Ye's command, fifty ghost officials quickly dispersed like ghosts in the night, launching a fierce attack on Chu Chu and the others. They were armed with various eerie weapons, exuding a strong ghostly aura, and every movement carried a heart-pounding murderous intent.
Chuchu remained motionless, her gaze as cold as a torch as she gazed upon the charging ghost messengers, her heart devoid of any emotion. She raised her hand slightly, her voice icy and resolute, "Lan Ying, Lan Feng, listen! Immediately activate Jiayang Mountain's most famous formation—the 'Nine Heavens Sealing Demon Formation.' I will have these filthy ghost messengers reduced to ashes within a quarter of an hour, as a warning to others!"
Lan Ying and Lan Feng, Chu Chu's most capable assistants, flashed upon hearing this, landing at two key locations on Jiayang Mountain. A faint blue light emanated from them, resonating with the surrounding spiritual energy, as if two invisible forces were quietly converging.
The "Nine Heavens Demon Sealing Formation" is a masterful formation meticulously constructed by successive guardians of Jiayang Mountain. Drawing inspiration from the nine heavenly stars and fueled by the spiritual energy of Jiayang Mountain, once activated, it creates an impenetrable seal, trapping the enemy. Even more terrifying, the spiritual energy within the formation continuously erodes the enemy's soul, until they are reduced to ashes, never to be reborn.
As Lan Ying and Lan Feng took their positions, the entire Jiayang Mountain suddenly shook. In the sky, the previously scattered stars, as if drawn by an invisible force, began to converge into a brilliant pillar of light, shooting down and landing squarely at the center of the formation. Simultaneously, the spiritual energy of Jiayang Mountain seemed to activate, transforming into countless streams of light that converged towards the pillar of light.
In the blink of an eye, a massive formation emitting a faint blue light appeared in the sky above Jiayang Mountain. Like a massive cage, it trapped the fifty ghost officials. They discovered with horror that their magical power was steadily draining away, while the surrounding spiritual energy was constantly eroding their souls.
"Damn it! What kind of formation is this?" An Ye roared. He tried to break free from the constraints of the formation, but every effort was like a drop in the ocean, with no effect.
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