Chapter 162 Ba

The three avatars of the Star Lord still wore emotionless, robotic expressions, not even glancing at Old Mai. Instead, they turned towards the edge of the arena, facing Ling Tuo.

In a tone of educating a child, he said, "Among the three authorities of Sun, Moon, and Stars, the Sun's origin is supreme, the Stars can deduce all things, but are restrained by the Taiyin. Of the three, the Stars are the weakest..."

"That's not necessarily true. The Sun, Moon, and Stars each have their own characteristics and functions. If the god who left behind the three great origins were split into three parts, the Sun's origin would symbolize power and authority, the Taiyin would represent hidden darkness and evil, yin and yang, two sides of the same coin, while the Stars represent his heart and wisdom."

"Power needs wisdom and heart to control it. Without the harmony of the heart, accommodating the Sun with a Taiyin body will undoubtedly lead to death."

As he spoke, the two worlds, one positive and one negative, drew closer and closer. The chaotic authority reached its peak. Even the divine power of the Sun was being annihilated, assimilated by the chaos. The Taiyin Star Lord was completely oblivious, continuing,

"Ling Tuo, your choice to walk the path of Taiyin origin is destined to be tainted by the 'invader,' because the Taiyin symbolizes the power of yin, the 'evil' of that being. The Sun will certainly lean towards order, as for the Stars..."

He didn't continue, but instead said,

"Ling Tuo, you entering the Sun dungeon with a Taiyin body are destined to be unable to accommodate the Sun. The only thing you can do is hinder me from subduing the Sun, seizing it, preserving it, and one day, after I die, seizing the Star origin. Only then can I achieve the unity of Sun, Moon, and Stars, becoming the greatest existence in the entire universe."

Ling Tuo seemed to be hearing this information for the first time. He lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then chuckled, "I can also kill you in the Gods dungeon, first devour the Stars, then refine the Sun."

The mirrored world was already bearing down. The upper halves of the three avatars were being assimilated into gray, chaotic spiritual power, while the lower halves barely retained the Sun, Moon, and Star spiritual power.

The Grand One Sect Master completely disregarded his own precarious situation, still with that emotionless demeanor. His voice was like a synthesized electronic sound, layered, grand, but without emotion.

"In my opinion, for all professions in the two major camps of order and evil, upon reaching the demigod level, they should abandon tools and shift their focus to comprehending the spells of their profession, except for the Void."

As he spoke, the Sun avatar remained motionless, while the Star and Taiyin avatars, like magnets, attracted each other and collided, merging together.

The brilliant Stars and the pitch-black Taiyin intertwined. The latter suddenly spread out like a pure black velvet cloth, covering the four-kilometer-wide arena, with the brilliant starlight attached to it.

Instantly, a miniature galaxy descended upon the arena, slowly unfolding. An aura of vastness, loftiness, and boundlessness descended, along with a supreme will.

This power was not at the level of strength, but at the level of position, a symbol that transcended living beings, transcended the individual.

How could a small twisted realm, a small mirrored world, trap a galaxy?

The twisted realm was being crushed at the level of position. A "crack" was heard in the void, and space fractured like glass, the cracks spreading rapidly.

The chaotic aura filling this space was enveloped by the "galaxy," constantly diluted, and finally dissipated without a trace.

A dazzling starlight descended from the galaxy, enveloping the Wine God, Old Mai.

Enshrouded in the starlight, Old Mai raised his staff made of grapevines, wheat ears, and nuts, stirring the gray, chaotic spiritual power, trying to distort the properties of the starlight and escape this locked-down state.

However, the gray, chaotic spiritual power had just escaped from the staff when it was sucked away by the starlight connected to the galaxy, diluted in the vast, boundless void.

Above the vast and lofty galaxy, the starlight condensed into a huge, faceless deity. He wore a star-condensed robe and a pitch-black crown on his head. His eye sockets were filled with pitch-black energy, condensing a deep darkness.

The black robe slowly lowered his eyes, looking towards Old Mai, who was shrouded in starlight. The pitch-black in his eye sockets generated deep vortexes, emitting a terrifying and invisible suction force. Old Mai, restricted by the starlight, stiffened. A figure as substantial as a soul slowly extracted from the top of his head, was Old Mai's primordial spirit.

The primordial spirit was full of panic and struggled angrily, wanting to sink back into his body, but uncontrollably, bit by bit, it separated from his flesh.

Finally, he could not resist the power targeting the soul. Bit by bit, it was extracted. As his feet left his body, his primordial spirit rapidly ascended into the starlight, sucked into the mouth of that faceless deity.

The vast and boundless galaxy began to collapse, the starlight converging into an avatar, the deep and vast curtain reorganizing into the Taiyin avatar.

The two merged with the Taiyin avatar who had been "watching the show" from beginning to end, standing shoulder to shoulder.

All the strange phenomena disappeared.

On the field, only three avatars remained, along with a meter-long staff and a gray crystal ball. Inside the ball were oceans, blue skies, and continents, chaotic, jumbled, and inverted, chaotic to the extreme.

Zhang Yuanqing summoned a Yin corpse, manipulating it to step into the main hall, stopping in front of the bronze coffin. Silver-Glazed County Princess silently hid behind her direct disciple brother, raised her small loudspeaker, and whispered.

"Quick, take me back into Little Red Riding Hood! A level 9 Yin item can swallow me in one bite. Not only can I not help, I might even become nourishment for the enemy, shamefully aiding the enemy."

Zhang Yuanqing turned his head and scolded, "What use are you!"

Silver-Glazed County Princess urged, "I think you can summon Master over to help you fight the boss."

Zhang Yuanqing scoffed, "That old hag has such an overbearing and fierce personality. If she says she won't help me clear the dungeon, she definitely won't. Otherwise, her past words would be nothing but farts."

"She hasn't farted in over a thousand years," Silver-Glazed County Princess said, watching the Yin corpse in the main hall trying to push the coffin lid, and hurriedly urged, "Quick, take me in."

Zhang Yuanqing took out Little Red Riding Hood and shook it, taking in Silver-Glazed County Princess.

She was right. For this level of dungeon, a level 7 Yin corpse was useless. His leveling speed was too fast. The Yin corpses and spirit servants couldn't keep up with the progress.

Give him another year or two, and he might be able to refine Yin corpses and spirit servants of the same level, so he wouldn't have to fight alone.

While thoughts raced through his mind, a loud "bang" came from the main hall. The heavy bronze coffin lid slammed to the ground. A thick black smoke spewed out from the coffin, like a volcano erupting after being suppressed for hundreds or thousands of years.

The smoke quickly devoured the Yin corpse, enveloped the main hall, and spread out from the doors and windows, forming a thick "cloud layer" on the main peak of Shu Mountain, obscuring everything, concealing everything.

At night, the main peak of Shu Mountain returned to clarity. He couldn't fight a level 9 Yin item in a Yin-filled domain. That would be certain death.

The duration of Sun Ascent and Lieyang Zhanshen (War God of Raging Sun) was half an hour. Within half an hour, he had to resolve the battle.

As the thick Yin energy was purified, the scene of the main hall reappeared before him. Zhang Yuanqing saw a pale, slender hand resting on the edge of the coffin.

Then, a pale woman sat up.

She had a delicate appearance. Apart from her complexion being unnaturally pale, she was no different from an ordinary person. There was no sign of rotting, pus, black blood vessels, protruding eyeballs, or withered hair, all the characteristics of a Yin-like being.

Her eye sockets were filled with pitch-black, viscous energy, covering the whites of her eyes and pupils.

Her upper body was bare, without any clothing covering her. Her body had exquisite curves, with a kind of enchanting bewitchment. She wore a golden, magnificent crown on her head, with hanging beaded curtains.

She stood up from the coffin, wearing a knee-length animal skin skirt on her lower body.

She looked around the hall, remaining still for a long time, seemingly adjusting to the unfamiliar environment.

The overbearing and clear golden sunlight shone on her body, causing no harm, as if she were simply bathing in ordinary sunlight.

She stepped out of the bronze coffin, crossed the threshold, and stood at the door of the hall, her pitch-black eye sockets gazing at Zhang Yuanqing.

"I have slept for endless years. You are the first person to set foot here. You are a believer of the Golden Crow. In this era, people like you are called 'Golden Crows'."

She conveyed her mental fluctuations.

"Riyoushen (Night Watcher)." The woman savored the term.

"Have you seen the Golden Crow?" The other party did not attack immediately, but chose to communicate. Zhang Yuanqing naturally didn't mind chatting more.

"No!" The bare-breasted, beautiful woman said.

"The Golden Crow wreaked havoc in the ancient times, scorching the earth, and was subdued and sealed by the Wa Emperor. The beings on the islands of the East Sea worship the Golden Crow at the sealed land, absorbing the spiritual power that they release. These people are the believers of the Golden Crow."

"Why did the Golden Crow wreak havoc?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.

The woman replied, "To destroy all living beings, and to save all living beings."

"Destroy all living beings, and save all living beings?" Zhang Yuanqing didn't understand, and asked, "What does that mean?"

The woman did not answer, and shook her head slightly.

"Who are you? Ba (Drought Demon)?" Zhang Yuanqing asked again.

As expected, it was the legendary drought demon, Ba. According to myths and legends, the drought demon should be of the fire element. This woman must have been a fire master in her lifetime, Zhang Yuanqing speculated in his heart.

He considered for a moment, and asked, "Senior, this place is Lingjing Xingzhe. The era I live in is thousands of years away from the Tang Dynasty."

He briefly told the other party about the existence of Lingjing Xingzhe, and then expressed his thoughts, "You have now regained your freedom. Lingjing Xingzhe is vast, you can roam freely. I have no grudges with you. I am a descendant of Yanhuang, a descendant of your tribe that has multiplied for thousands of years. Can you do me a favor and let me leave this place?"

His main mission was to eliminate the Yin energy shrouding Shu Mountain. As long as the drought demon, no, Nu Ba, allowed him to leave Shu Mountain, the mission would be completed.

If Nu Ba was willing, he would kowtow and pay his respects. Nu Ba stared at him expressionlessly, "I cannot leave. Between you and me, battle is inevitable."

Hu Die Lan