Chapter 86
Chapter 86
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Translator: Ace
Chapter: 86
Chapter Title: The Last Master of the Ghost Shaman Sect
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Ancestral Master Tingyou's aura was still rising, yet Lu Yang remained calm, for he knew full well that his opponent's state was not much different from his own.
They had lost their physical bodies, only their souls remaining.
Their battles relied entirely on the status enhancement granted by their great divine abilities. It was foolproof for crushing weaker opponents, but they would show signs of weakness the moment they met a foe of equal standing.
The reason they were currently evenly matched was simply because Lu Yang was in the same boat.
In order to forge the Corpse Liberation Immortal, his physical body was still in a state of "death before transformation," only slightly better off than Ancestral Master Tingyou.
But since he dared to take the initiative and come to them, he naturally had absolute confidence.
"Nine Heavens Capital Register Secret Devil Yin Thunder!"
Ancestral Master Tingyou's expression turned icy. He uttered a Daoist incantation and formed a hand seal. In that instant, thunder erupted from the void, and a bolt of lightning struck down at Lu Yang from above.
This time, Lu Yang did not resist it directly. Instead, he silently channeled a sword art, forming a streak of sword light beneath his feet. Simultaneously, he summoned the Blood Sun Sword Pellet, sending it a hundred miles away, then split off another streak of sword light from it. Finally, using the sword light teleportation technique of the Divine Empyrean Sword Control True Art, he vanished and reappeared a hundred miles away in a flash.
BOOM!
With a deafening roar, Lu Yang saw the lightning strike the City of Untimely Death below, instantly obliterating several districts and creating a scene of carnage, a mountain of corpses in a sea of blood.
Yet, from the carnage, not a single soul emerged—all had been completely annihilated.
"A thunder art that specializes in destroying souls."
Lu Yang's eyes narrowed. Thunder was inherently the most yang and unyielding force in the world, but extremes beget their opposites. The most yin and gentle of Qi could also birth immense thunderbolts.
Ancestral Master Tingyou's "Nine Heavens Capital Register Secret Devil Yin Thunder" was clearly such a divine ability. His opponent must have seen through his weakness and was targeting it specifically, attempting to use this thunder art to corrupt his soul. If he were to be struck, this battle would likely be lost.
At this thought, Lu Yang once again split his sword light, scattering it in all directions.
"A sword escape art?"
Ancestral Master Tingyou looked over and sneered. "The sword escape art of the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion is indeed the fastest under heaven, but for every divine ability, there is a counter."
"My Ghost Shaman Sect has clashed with the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion many times in the past. How could we not know how to deal with it?"
"Besides, you don't seem very skilled in the sword arts. You likely learned this through dual cultivation, plundering the skill from another, yes? Such petty tricks, and you dare show them off before me."
With that, he pointed a finger.
From his fingertip, waves of profound light surged forth, blanketing the sky. A closer look revealed them to be countless shamanic ghosts, their numbers no fewer than Lu Yang's streaks of sword light!
Each shamanic ghost latched onto a streak of sword light.
And when Lu Yang once again used his sword escape to flee the battlefield, he saw Ancestral Master Tingyou form a hand seal, his body flicker, and disappear as well.
The next moment, as Lu Yang emerged from one of the streaks of sword light, the shamanic ghost beside it transformed, revealing the figure of Ancestral Master Tingyou!
BOOM!
In the next instant, another bolt of Yin Thunder crashed down. At the critical moment, Lu Yang waved the Ten Thousand Spirits Banner in his hand, and hundreds, even thousands, of Five Thunders Talismans shot out. Activating all at once, they formed a brilliant bolt of Yang Thunder that collided violently with the Yin Thunder in mid-air.
"Talismans?"
Seeing this, Ancestral Master Tingyou frowned slightly, but his expression soon relaxed. "A bit troublesome, but how many of those can you possibly have? It's still just a drop in the bucket... huh!?"
His voice died in his throat.
Because in the next instant, Lu Yang fully unfurled the Ten Thousand Spirits Banner. Countless talismans streamed out from it, instantly filling the sky!
In his previous life, with the aid of the Bright Dao Jade Slip, Lu Yang had already pushed his talisman and formation arts to the seventh rank, the very limit of the Qi Refining Realm. Combined with the mass-production capabilities of the Ten Thousand Spirits Banner, he used the talismans to lay a formation directly. With its shifting transformations, he instantly mobilized the power of heaven and earth in a hundred-mile radius.
Moreover, formation patterns began to light up all around the City of Untimely Death.
For a moment, there was nothing but flying light and flowing fire, wind and thunder churning the sky, trapping the entire City of Untimely Death and Ancestral Master Tingyou right in the formation's center!
"Did you really think I came here recklessly, having done nothing?"
When dealing with an old master, Lu Yang always came prepared.
Long before arriving at the City of Untimely Death, he had already set up a grand formation around its perimeter. Now activated, it immediately erupted with heaven-shaking power.
In the past, relying on a single Bloodbath River of Heaven Sword Formation Diagram, Lu Yang had been able to fight a Perfected Qi Refining cultivator to a standstill despite being only at the eighth level. The power boost from a formation was immense, a fact Ancestral Master Tingyou understood all too well. His expression changed drastically as he immediately formed a hand seal to escape the formation's bounds.
"Hmph, trying to escape?"
Lu Yang flicked his great sleeve, and the streaks of sword light he had previously sent out instantly shot back.
Previously, Ancestral Master Tingyou had assigned a shamanic ghost to each streak of sword light to track Lu Yang, but now he was being hoisted by his own petard.
In the blink of an eye, the sword light cleared away all the shamanic ghosts lingering outside the formation.
Without the shamanic ghosts to act as a medium, Ancestral Master Tingyou could no longer escape from afar. He could only watch with a grim expression as he was enveloped by the formation.
Lu Yang saw this and smiled coldly, immediately forming a hand seal.
Instantly, the formation shifted. Countless talismans hummed in unison, and a torrent of wind, thunder, water, and fire poured out, completely engulfing Ancestral Master Tingyou.
A mere formation would not have frightened Ancestral Master Tingyou, but with Lu Yang controlling it and empowering it with his own status, it became a truly lethal weapon. When the storm of elements subsided and Ancestral Master Tingyou reappeared, the brilliant light of his soul had dimmed significantly.
"Good, very good, junior!"
His hair disheveled and his eyes filled with a grim light, Ancestral Master Tingyou spoke in a low voice, "I truly did not want to reveal this, but it seems I have no other choice."
Before his voice could fade, his aura changed dramatically!
He formed a hand seal, and the phantom of the Lord of the Profound Underworld behind him expanded again. The Hall of Yama grew more tangible, and eight great thrones materialized within it.
"Return to your posts!"
A grim, demonic voice echoed across the land. In the next moment, Lu Yang saw eight streaks of scarlet light, which had just fled into the distance, suddenly turn and fly back.
Within the light, he could see the utterly terrified faces of the eight elders of the Tingyou Sect. Lu Yang immediately urged the formation to intercept them, but the lights were ethereal, as if in another dimension, and could not be stopped. In the blink of an eye, they reached Ancestral Master Tingyou's side.
"Black and White Impermanence, Civil and Martial Adjudicators."
"Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Day and Night Patrols."
With each name Ancestral Master Tingyou called, one of the elders landed on a throne within the manifested Hall of Yama. Once all eight elders were seated—
BOOM!
Ancestral Master Tingyou transformed into the Lord of the Profound Underworld and landed upon the main throne of the Hall of Yama. The entire hall seemed to undergo a complete metamorphosis. Ten thousand ghosts roared, each assuming their duties, as if the true underworld had descended upon the mortal realm. In that instant, it shattered the talisman formation Lu Yang had laid!
At almost the same instant, a sword hummed high in the heavens!
The sound of the sword rolled forth, carrying an immense and irresistible divine sense that forced an image into the minds of all who heard it.
It was a cliff that towered, touching the heavens.
On the cliff, a heroic youth in Daoist robes sat cross-legged, gazing north of the great river. A dharma sword lay across his knees. He then pointed two fingers north and slashed:
"Master of the Ghost Shaman Sect, the prime evil, you shall be executed!"
KACHAANG!
The next moment, the vision vanished. All Lu Yang could see was a razor-sharp streak of sword light. The Golden Core Sword Qi from the secret realm had fully awakened!
At this moment, Lu Yang finally understood Ancestral Master Tingyou's identity.
The last master of the Ghost Shaman Sect!
(End of Chapter)