Chapter 363 Self-Proclaimed Immortal

The two men looked horrified, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes. They hadn't been informed that this would happen. Why would their divine swords, which had always faithfully followed them, betray them and fall into the enemy's hands just because Ji Xiang's hand brushed over them!

Doubt, fear, resentment, disbelief.

Seeing the two men with broken bones and tendons, still looking up with such incomprehension and surprise, Ji Xiang's expression was full of disgust, and he sneered:

"Xu Fu isn't dead yet, and you dare compare yourselves to false immortals?"

"A false immortal wielding a divine artifact, and a Chunyang wielding a divine artifact, can that be the same thing? It's like Tachibana Muneshige using Raikiri to kill so many Ming Dynasty sorcerers just because that sword can cut through lightning, but he would still die in an instant if he met me."

"You think you've grasped the threshold of immortality just by sparring with a few Chunyang peak experts and these quasi-immortals, and that you can split heavenly immortals above and slay demons below?"

Still too naive.

If the Chunyang realm could really compete with immortals, the Shangqing Patriarch wouldn't have been so timid when faced with the descent of the immortal form from Risonkou, a grand master at the peak of the human world, so far from the realm of immortality!

Calling Chunyang a quasi-immortal, manifesting eighty-four thousand Yang spirits, is just a respectful term.

Immortals can manifest one hundred and twenty-nine thousand immortal clones. Whether in terms of quality or quantity, there is a huge difference between the immortal level and the non-immortal level!

Ji Xiang stood before the two men, not tall, but the pressure he exuded was like the true demon god descending from the ninth heaven. The color of the entire sky dimmed, about to bring great terror to the living beings of the world!

The black shadow completely overwhelmed the two men. The physical pain was insignificant, but the oppression of their primordial spirits was enormous, and this fear came from the deepest part of their hearts, not false at all!

Thinking they had grasped the threshold of immortality?

Of the two men, Miyamoto Musashi came purely for the challenge. He was exceptionally gifted, and from the first time he held a sword, he had never known fear. In his first battle a year ago, the first person he defeated was Arima Kihei, the successor of the contemporary Shinto Ryu.

And the Shinto Ryu in swordsmanship is a derivative of the Tenjin Shoden Katori Shinto-ryu, which was founded by the sword saint Tsukahara Bokuden during the Warring States period!

Yagyu Munenori, who was killed by Ji Xiang, had the reputation of a sword saint, but among all the sword saints, Tsukahara Bokuden was considered the first.

Miyamoto Musashi now understood that he might have been a little arrogant.

Defeating the head of the Shinto Ryu was equivalent to defeating the number one person besides the sword saint, so the title of second in the world was in his hands. But many people didn't recognize this, so he thought of coming here to kill the heavenly demon and establish his prestige. This matter had also received the attention of the Kanpaku.

On this land, nothing could escape the gaze of Emperor Jinmu and the Kanpaku.

He brought the Ama-no-Habakiri, thinking he could come here to make a contribution and make everyone in the world fear him.

"It seems I'm still far from immortality. That's a good thing, it means I still have room for improvement."

Miyamoto Musashi raised his head, blood gushing from his seven orifices, but he didn't care at all. After all, the physical body was just a container for the primordial spirit for experts of their level. Even if it was damaged, it could be quickly restored with Chunyang magic power.

Ji Xiang, hearing these words, couldn't help but say coldly, "Didn't I say you wouldn't be able to go back alive?"

"I'm just saying, if you have a way to survive... do you have a way?"

Miyamoto Musashi really thought about it carefully, then laughed: "Looks like I don't."

"Even the divine swords you relied on have been taken away, and you're already in a desperate situation."

What Musashi said at this time was the truth. He had been full of youthful spirit just now, feeling that he was the second-best expert in the world, and would be the boss of this land in the future. He didn't expect to come here full of confidence to establish his prestige, but was forced into such a deadly situation with one move.

His spirit was gradually dissipating, but he didn't want to die like this.

"What are you looking at? Do you want your primordial spirit to escape?"

Ji Xiang saw Miyamoto Musashi's eyes drooping and moving, and couldn't help but mock, "Go ahead, let your primordial spirit leave your body."

"Hurry up. Otherwise, you won't be able to escape."

So tolerant, as if he really intended to let Miyamoto Musashi go, but this instead made the young warrior alert.

The physical body was damaged, although it was insignificant, but abandoning it was by no means something he could bring himself to do. Of course, there was nothing that couldn't be abandoned in the face of death, but this heavenly demon Ji Xiang had previously claimed that his forte was "not respecting his opponents."

So now, he was actually so respectful to himself, even telling him to quickly release his primordial spirit and escape.

Was... there really no problem with this?

"I won't fall for it, your trap is too obvious."

Miyamoto Musashi still lowered his head, not letting his primordial spirit leave his body. Ji Xiang, seeing that this kid wasn't falling for it, couldn't help but tease:

"When it comes to escaping for your life, you become timid and think there's a trick, your vigilance is quite high."

"But whether you live or die actually depends entirely on my mood. Right now, my mood isn't very good, so even if your primordial spirit doesn't leave your body, I can still drag it out."

These words made Miyamoto Musashi's body instantly cold!

His pupils shrank sharply, but his body was unable to move due to the enormous pressure. Ji Xiang had already bent down, and his hand was about to grab his head!

A beam of moonlight bloomed, soaring into the sky, interrupting Ji Xiang's movements.

Tachibana Ginchiyo's appearance was completely united with Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto. Her eyes were blood-red, like a mad beast. A halo erupted from her body, and in an instant, countless Yang spirit incarnations appeared!

"Oh, eighty-four thousand Yang spirits, the ultimate technique of the Chunyang realm, but releasing Yang spirits is equal to separating the battle power of the original body. If the original body is killed, the Yang spirits cannot survive for too long. Without external interference, they will soon disappear."

"Do you know what Yang spirits are?"

Ji Xiang suddenly looked at Miyamoto Musashi. At this time, the two divine swords flew on their own, crossed and resting on his neck.

Miyamoto Musashi was sweating profusely, but the young warrior could only force a smile on his face: "I can also release Yang spirits... although I don't have Tachibana-neechan's (older sister) ability..."

Ji Xiang: "You're being modest. Entering Chunyang means having eighty-four thousand Yang spirit incarnations. Being able to enter the Chunyang realm means you've experienced at least a hundred days of solar refinement. You are truly a dragon among men."

In an instant, eighty-four thousand Yang spirits collectively attacked Ji Xiang!

The overwhelming Yang energy turned into a sea, descending together with lightning and moonlight!

Tachibana Ginchiyo had completely gone mad: "It was your mistake not killing me immediately! Do you still have time to mock me? You're about to die! Heavenly demon!"

Seeing that Ji Xiang didn't care about her Yang spirit army at all, her anger had burned away all her reason. Now, even if she used her Yang spirit incarnations for suicide attacks, she would drag Ji Xiang down with her!

Thunder.

Moonlight.

The air between heaven and earth was completely chaotic and torn apart!

The power of Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto was originally fierce. In mythology, she was exiled from Takamagahara by Amaterasu because she killed Ukemochi-no-kami.

Thus, she was called a savage god by the gods. In terms of status, Amaterasu, as the sun goddess, had a lofty position, not only with a personified avatar but also with a concrete image and a large number of attached believers, and was even called the ancestor of the imperial family. In contrast, Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto was only a natural god. Many of the moon gods enshrined in folk shrines were also local moon gods rather than Tsukuyomi.

A divine sword condensed from moonlight appeared in Tachibana Ginchiyo's hand.

Just like Takemikazuchi also had a giant sword made of lightning, before holding divine artifacts, they themselves had unknown divine weapons in mythology!

At the same time, all the Yang spirit incarnations had a moonlight longsword in their hands.

The sky was dark.

The moonlight shone down.

Miyamoto Musashi watched the world change color, and he couldn't help but exclaim at this time, unexpectedly, this sister had such abilities. No wonder she chose to come to Honnoji when night fell. He hadn't cared about this point before, but now it seemed that maybe she had done it intentionally.

So, how would this heavenly demon respond?

Would he show surprise?

Would his expression be solemn?

Would he show... a flaw?

Then, would I have a chance to assassinate him?

Countless thoughts flashed through the young warrior's mind, flashing through several unoccurred but possible endings.

"It's getting late."

"Borrowing the power of heaven, eighty-four thousand moonlight divine swords fall together, this scene is really good."

Ji Xiang's tone was like admiring a beautiful view.

Miyamoto Musashi was stunned.

This was different from the reaction he had imagined. Because of this reaction, the thought that the other party had completely given up resistance even appeared in Miyamoto Musashi's mind, but on second thought, this shouldn't be possible. The second possible reason, however, made him suddenly shudder at this time.

Like he was really admiring the moon, that is to say...

This level of momentum was simply not taken seriously by the heavenly demon in front of him!

"This is the full power of the Chunyang realm, eighty-four thousand moon god sword lights, wielded by the incarnation of Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto, you...!"

Miyamoto Musashi still wanted to emphasize the importance of Tachibana-san's divine position.

But the next moment, heaven and earth seemed to be silent, stopping for a moment.

Ji Xiang's voice rang out:

"The so-called Yang spirit, the incarnation of the primordial spirit, after the solar refinement, takes all of heaven and earth, and one body can transform into thousands of bodies, but in essence, it is still transformed from one body."

"So destroying the true body, the Yang spirits will naturally perish. And when you release the Yang spirits, didn't you consider whether I would release the Yang spirits? Wanting to kill an immortal by piling up numbers is impossible."

"A powerful person releases the Yang spirits, usually only releasing one, which is equal to an avatar that is completely as powerful as themselves, and if more Yang spirits are released, then the more their own aura is separated, and the more fragile the Yang spirits become."

"Why must there be a Golden Core to release the Yang spirits? Why is the primordial spirit realm above the Golden Core realm? Because only by obtaining the Golden Core Dao can one have the qualifications to return to the original state. If one does not achieve the Golden Core and releases the spirit, then what comes out is the Yin spirit. Even if one forcibly breaks through the Xuantian Light, making the Yin spirit appear as a physical entity, its aura is insufficient, like a ghost immortal, and it will also cause great damage to one's body, falling into the ghost path early on."

"This is what's said in the Dao Shu Jing."

Ji Xiang's predecessor had read many classics. Although there were many he hadn't read, he had read most of the ordinary classics. Releasing the Yin spirit and releasing the Yang spirit were not secrets of cultivation. After all, the inheritance of the Golden Core Dao was still there, and the methods of using and cultivating the Yin spirit and Yang spirit had always existed. This was not like the pre-Qin period, where there was no inheritance, which led to later generations being unable to learn the ancient secret methods. Since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, the methods of cultivation from Corpse Dissolution Immortal to Heavenly Immortal had already been explored and perfected.

Miyamoto Musashi listened in a daze.

No!

The current focus wasn't on why he was listening to the cultivation of the Yang spirit and primordial spirit.

But why hadn't Miss Tachibana's sword lights fallen!

Miyamoto Musashi saw that Tachibana Ginchiyo's eighty thousand Yang spirit incarnations were just holding the moonlight swords, and then froze in every place between heaven and earth.

At this time, he reacted even more.

It wasn't just Tachibana Ginchiyo who had stopped.

The flow of the atmosphere between heaven and earth had all disappeared!?

Miyamoto Musashi looked at Ji Xiang again, his eyes even more shocked, almost unable to maintain the fake smile on his face!

"Who are you!"

The Ji Xiang that appeared before him was no longer the black-clothed youth just now, but a god-like figure dressed in extremely gorgeous clothes, whom he had never seen before!

This was definitely not the appearance of a Japanese god.

No, it was a change in form and spirit, and if the form and spirit had changed, then that meant!

"You are... what god?"

Ji Xiang glanced at him, not answering this question, but slowly reached out his hand forward, still discussing the previous topic:

"So, those who are not experts at the immortal level should not easily transform the Yang spirit into eighty-four thousand, especially when facing an enemy in the immortal Dao realm. Doing so is like hanging one's own life gate on the enemy's sword tip, which is courting death."

"Even a three-year-old child knows the principle that only things that are both sharp and pointed hurt when they stab someone. One chopstick is easy to break, and ten chopsticks tied together are strong and reliable. If they are separated, then they are a pile of small wooden sticks, one by one."

"Eliminate All Views and Extinguish All Evil Interest Great Dharma."

"Sever Evil Obstacles Heavenly Venerable!" (Tian Zun is a Taoist term for deity)

I am here, and all true beings are like illusory births, unable to escape unless evil obstacles are extinguished and correct enlightenment is understood.

As Ji Xiang recited the Heavenly Venerable's holy name, the illusion world shattered, and Tachibana Ginchiyo's eighty thousand Yang spirit incarnations disappeared along with the shattering of the illusion in the blink of an eye, and she herself was in a state of madness with her mana exhausted to the extreme.

In the illusion, Tachibana Ginchiyo killed Ji Xiang I don't know how many thousands of times, but after each kill, Ji Xiang would be resurrected in another place, and then everything would return to its original state.

Pa ta.

Ji Xiang walked to Tachibana Ginchiyo, who was completely demonic and still in the illusion, with a crazy and exhausted expression:

"The Heavenly Venerable is compassionate, desiring to use this illusory body to cultivate correct enlightenment."

His big hand grabbed Tachibana Ginchiyo's face, and the Tongtian Mingyan (Heaven-Reaching Bright Smoke) rushed out to seize Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto's divine position. Tachibana Ginchiyo immediately felt that her life had come to an end, and her primordial spirit began to be invaded by demonic energy!

"My use for the three souls and seven spirits." (Taoist concept for the spiritual components of a person)

"As for the physical body, also for my use."

It wasn't that Ji Xiang wanted to do anything obscene with Tachibana Ginchiyo's body, but in the past, he had promised someone to help her find a body to possess.

This pure Yang female body, Donghua Fairy should like it very much, right?

The physical body and soul separated, Tachibana Ginchiyo disappeared without a trace, as if she had never existed in the world, and the Raikiri sword let out a cry of sorrow, then no longer made any movements, as if completely severing ties with the past.

"The treasured sword has a spirit, and has been enlightened by me and refuses to do evil again."

Ji Xiang looked at Miyamoto Musashi:

"So young man, considering that you were quite obedient before, I've changed my mind. Now you have ten breaths to tell me, do you choose to live ignobly, or die happily?"

Miyamoto Musashi's face was pale, and he could no longer maintain his smile, and immediately prostrated himself.

He was still young.

He didn't have the so-called "enlightenment" of those big figures.

"Very good, once you enter the demonic path, there's no turning back."