Chapter 153 The Final Battle
The King of Poison looked at Shinju with a cruel smile. "Have you forgotten? Where is my true form? You've merely fallen into a demonic state, and I've regained control."
Yes, how could he have forgotten? The Ghost King is merely a fragment of the Poison King's spirit; his true body remains trapped in the world of history. Even if the fragment perishes, the true body will not disappear. Once this matter is resolved, he can go and retrieve his Poison King.
Shinju clenched his fist, then relaxed it, his golden eyes immediately filled with joy. The King of Purge smiled at him, then strode down along the massive dragon claw, opening his arms wide, "Qing'er, come here."
Without hesitation, Shinju ran towards the King of Poison.
A firm embrace enveloped him, and tears suddenly streamed down Shinju's cheeks, their light swallowed by the gloomy and eerie sky.
Just as the King of Poison was about to lift one corner of his lips, his bloodshot, pupil-less eyes suddenly widened.
"...Qing'er?"
The more fiercely Shinjuku wept, the colder his expression became. He slightly turned his head, his gaze passing over the chin of the Poison King, and landing on a distant, distant place. He said, "You killed my Poison King, yet you still pretend to be him. You are not worthy—"
Shinju abruptly withdrew his hand that had pierced the "Poison King's" chest, leaving a trail of black blood on the ground. He then took two steps back, coldly glaring at the black claws that had somehow gathered to attack him. They were suspended in mid-air, like willow branches swaying in the wind, as the attack had been abruptly halted.
The "Poison King" vomited mouthful after mouthful of black blood, and the claws and fangs formed from the black mist scattered with the wind. The Yin energy gathered but could not form a shape. A hateful glare was directed at Shinju, but after uttering a few words of Shinju's name, it fell down silently.
Shinjuku, however, looked away in disgust and walked straight toward the lotus flower beneath the dragon's claws.
Seeing that he was about to attack Yi Lian, the cultivators could no longer sit still and shouted for Zhen Su to stop, wanting to come and stop him.
However, the demon mother, holding the demon infant and dragging the chain hammer, stood in front of the crowd.
"Ha, a mere Ghost Owl dares to think he can restrain us?! He underestimates us too much!" One cultivator was unconvinced and took the lead in launching an attack on Lou Lan.
However, the sword emitting starlight couldn't even touch Lou Lan; it was bounced off by an invisible wall.
Immediately afterwards, a vast expanse of golden light, representing a restrictive force, illuminated the ground.
"I'm sorry, you won't be able to take any further steps," Lou Lan said sternly.
Yi Lian regained consciousness, her face contorted in agony for a while. Enduring the excruciating pain, she rose alone from beneath the vanishing dragon claws and regained her composure.
"Not performing anymore?" Maju asked in surprise.
Yi Lian took a deep breath, managing to keep her gentle and refined mask from cracking. That demon was truly ruthless… he had actually used the lost divine power of Heavenly Dragon Capture before his death… completely destroying his supreme holy armor and the heaven-defying evil artifact "Borrowing Calamity Puppet," which could have saved his life!!
It's too lenient to let that person die only once!
Yi Lian swallowed his hatred and deliberately did not refute it, but his twitching eyebrows betrayed his inner resentment.
He sighed, murmuring in a tone as if regretting that the sky hadn't rained, "Seeing my master so heartbroken over your Daoist partner's demonic possession, I was merely fulfilling a small dream of yours." How did I wake up?
He didn't say what he was going to say, but the regretful look on his face pierced Shinju's eyes like a poisoned needle.
Yi Lian continued, "Grandmaster was truly deeply in love with that person. She would rather destroy him than let him live on in a state of being neither human nor ghost. Otherwise, even knowing that it might be an illusion, how could she be so resolute in taking action?"
After speaking, Yi Lian glanced sideways at Zhen Su. She thought that Ji Qing, that old-fashioned righteous man, would surely fall into self-doubt because of his provocation, but to her surprise, Zhen Su laughed.
When he spoke, his eyebrows danced with excitement, and his eyes seemed to hold the Milky Way, sparkling with starlight that illuminated the surroundings.
"What Huanmeng knows, you don't know?" Zhen Su passed by Yi Lian and whispered, "That was just a fragment of his spirit."
"My lord is no longer here." Shinju's smile widened as he turned around. "Do you know what that means?"
Yi Lian suddenly became alert, instinctively knowing that what Shinjuku said was definitely not what he wanted to hear. Moreover, that smile was far too radiant; he wished he could tear it off Shinjuku's face.
"I have no more concerns."
The instant he finished speaking, Shinju made his move. He switched between Yin and Yang, using humanity as the Yin and Yang element. As Yin and Yang rotated, heaven and earth rotated accordingly. The silver moon descended from behind the dark clouds, and a new sun rose from the other side.
Throughout the vast expanse of the world, separated only by a narrow strip of water, there is no questioning, no rest.
Taiji gives rise to Yin and Yang, Yin and Yang give rise to the Four Symbols, the Four Symbols give rise to the Eight Trigrams, thus reversing the universe!
Tai Chi Chuan wasn't Zhen Su's forte, but having already cultivated the Yin Body to the intermediate level of Yin, with such accumulation, he was now highly likely to unleash the full power of Tai Chi Chuan. Therefore, Zhen Su made a decision, using softness to overcome softness, and unleashed a series of fluid attacks on Yi Lian. The illusory images of the Four Symbols Divine Beasts attacked in turn, their momentum overwhelming. Yin and Yang slicing all perception into black and white, each rotation of black and white generating a slash, swift and relentless, leaving no place to dodge.
But Yi Lian didn't dodge. She snapped her fingers, showing no sign of panic, and even slowly revealed a strange smile.
A moment later.
"Why aren't you moving?" Shinjuku's external attack was concealed, and Izumi strolled around Shinjuku leisurely, admiring his immobile figure.
Then he leaned close to Shinjuku's ear, seemingly affectionate, but his mouth uttered words full of malice: "So, how does the 'All-Spirit Pill' taste?"
"It contains eighty-one kinds of rare and exotic poisons from all over the world. The purer the true energy, the stronger the poison. This was specially found for you by your grand-disciple. It took me a lot of effort, and I only managed to gather it recently. I wonder if Grandmaster is satisfied?"
However, after a long while, there was no sound of anger or fear from Shinjuku, only an unusual silence.
Was he scared out of his wits? He suppressed his delighted smile and glanced sideways, only to meet Shinjuku's indescribable expression.
"It's poison." His voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.
Then, the pure black in the center of Shinjuku's golden eyes quickly spread, and then the whites of his eyes, the corners of his eyes, his five orifices, and the space between his eyebrows were all stained with black. Black lines also appeared on the skin on the surface of his meridians. His triangular ears and big tail gradually rotted away, revealing a black and red core, and soon fell off completely.
The excruciating pain was comparable to having one's spinal cord ripped out and one's brain crushed. "Ah...ah...ahhh, uhhh—ahhhh!!!!"
Seeing Shinju clutching his head and rolling around on the ground in agony, nearly causing the pit to collapse, Izumi adopted a divine expression of compassion for all living beings, put his hands together, and said, "Let my grand-disciple send you off on your final journey."
With a flick of his whisk, nine golden lights bloomed like lotus flowers behind the lotus, and a golden spoon appeared in his hand. With a flick of his fingertips, holy spring water gushed out of the pit, completely submerging it.
Yi Lian formed a flower-shaped hand seal and chanted the incantation: "Water swallows gold."
The golden spoon in his hand fell into the sacred spring at his feet, disappearing into the water without even making a splash.
Water swallows gold, and gold is forbidden, meaning that the waters where the golden key is located will turn into a prison of life, creating a death zone where no one or anything can survive.
Everything has settled down.
However, the next moment, a very tall fountain suddenly shot up from the calm surface of the holy spring, and a golden figure emerged from it.
As the figure hovered in the air and slowly turned around to look down at Yi Lian, a trace of broken vulnerability remained on his handsome face. Water droplets slid down his neck covered with golden patterns. In the blink of an eye, his expression became resolute, and his bright golden eyes, devoid of any humanity but possessing only divinity, magnified instantly, crowding out Yi Lian's entire vision.
They're so close!
But before Yi Lian could finish her internal monologue, that face suddenly appeared incredibly far away. The distance between him and Zhen Su suddenly increased to several miles, making Zhen Su and all the cultivators appear as small as mosquitoes.
It turned out that he had been punched and sent flying.
Before he could spit out the broken teeth and blood scum dangling in his mouth, Shinju's face loomed large in his eyes once more, so close that it made his heart tremble, his legs tremble, his head tremble, and his whole body tremble.
His internal organs, limbs, and bones were all brutally beaten by hundreds of heavy punches in an instant.
No, impossible, this is impossible!!! How can his speed be above mine?! This is impossible!!! I didn't see wrong, his cultivation is clearly only at the Nascent Soul stage! Incredulity was written all over Yi Lian's swollen and deformed face.
Shinju didn't even bother to lift his eyelids as he furiously beat the demon in front of him. His Purple Mansion, which had been forcibly broken through the restriction due to an extremely large amount of poison, was operating in conjunction with his Second Purple Mansion, making his mind clearer and more agile than ever before.
With two Purple Mansions, not only did his speed in strategizing and processing his five senses double, but the circulation of his meridians also became extremely fast. Most impressively, his sixth sense underwent a remarkable evolution.
In his divine sense, not only poisons are now black, but all crises can be detected by his two Purple Mansions before they occur and marked as black. Therefore, he has a god-level reaction, and all things that are bad or unfavorable to him are within his calculations.
Yi Lian was not about to sit idly by and wait for his death. As a powerful being in the Mahayana stage, his foundation was far more than that. However, he had just regrouped and launched a counterattack, thinking he could regain the upper hand.
However, Shinjuku gave him no chance whatsoever.
He was beaten down again, this time his meridians were completely destroyed.
"No...you...who are you? What price did Jiqing pay to get you...to possess me?" Yilian's mouth was already smeared with blood and she lay on the ground, trembling as she asked Zhensu in a trembling voice.
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Author's Note: I probably won't be updating tonight. I need to revise it. I should be able to update a new chapter tomorrow or the day after. Just two more chapters to go! [Hands clasped in prayer]
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