Seeing Zhényuánzi and Dēnchányù running away, Yúnxiāo was extremely decisive. She didn't know why they were running, but it was right to follow them. Her Baiyún origin had been strengthened by an unknown peak, and originally not strong in speed and strength, now her shortcomings had been made up for, with a 30% increase in speed, dragging Zhào Gōngmíng and retreating along with him.
Lao Zhao hesitated for a moment, "What's the big deal? I don't see any danger. Why are we running?"
The external brain made him run, and he had no choice but to follow the retreat.
Almost simultaneously, that seemingly ordinary blood Qi, resembling an ethereal snake, gently grasped a thread of the Dabao Taoist's spiritual power.
After the fusion of the illusory blood Qi with the authentic features of the magical power, the result was a 1+1 that exceeded 10.
This blood Qi turns illusory into reality, suddenly bringing out something that should not exist in the past stream of time.
The form resembles a yellow sac, its entire body red like cinnabar fire, with six legs and four wings, lacking eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. This ethereal figure gradually became more substantial.
"Di Jiang?" Zhenyuanzi had an expression of surprise, how could such a deceased ancestral immortal return?
Dēnchányù was also extremely surprised and leaped 100,000 miles. Remembering that Xiezi and Nezha were still here, she ran back. Seeing the ethereal figure of the first of the twelve ancestral immortals, she also had an expression of incredulity.
The Three Pure Ones are the primordial spirit of Pangu, and the twelve ancestral immortals are the vital blood of Pangu. Theoretically speaking, the twelve ancestral immortals are of the same level as the Three Pure Ones. The other brothers might be slightly inferior, but as for Di Jiang, this elder brother of the ancestral immortals, his origins would not be inferior to those of the Three Pure Ones.
These mighty figures of the Primordial Chaos, let alone being resuscitated, even if their past shadows were to appear, the Primordial Heavenly Law would not allow it.
She had seen similar moves before, whispering to Zhenyuanzi, "It looks like it's from the methods of Menghe.”
Zhenyuanzi pondered seriously, "Menghe follows the path of martial arts and slaughter, doesn't he? When did he switch paths?"
Dēnchányù saw his confusion, but she didn't intend to explain. That was an entirely different story.
Di Jiang, the supreme ancestor among the twelve, was significantly more powerful than his other siblings and sisters. He specialized in space-related divinations.
If developed to the extreme, the power of the Space Great Law should be stronger than that of space divinations. Space divinations have a fixed upper limit, and it's difficult to exceed one's own limits with this strength. The Space Great Law, however, has unlimited room for growth. But it also depends on who is using it; a 1st-level Space Great Law would not be as powerful as a 10th-level space divination.
Dēnchányù had no intention of learning space capabilities from her past, as the supreme ancestor Di Jiang, during the war between witches and demons, was equivalent to the demon race's Di Jun and Taiyi. If it were not for the chaotic bell's ability to "confine time and suppress space," allowing no room for Di Jiang's space divination to be used, an equally powerful relic, even if it self-destructed, could not kill Di Jiang who had perfected his space divination.
Too late to speak, too fast to stop. Zhenyuanzi and Dēnchányù had all run far away, and at this moment, the robe sleeve of the Yellow Dragon True Immortal struck the ethereal figure.
He shook the ethereal figure with a force that caused it to sway. Di Jiang's soul residue turned into a humanoid form, becoming a man who was over one zhang tall, with broad features and large ears, exuding an aura of authority and pressure.
Di Jiang cast a glance of his leftover vision at the Yellow Dragon True Immortal.
Yellow Dragon: "???"
How could this be? An ancestral immortal? ! Is there a fragment of an ancestral immortal's soul hidden within the interior of this chaotic bell?
Di Jiang seemed to feel uncomfortable in his body. His shoulder shook.
The space beside him collapsed instantly. The Yellow Dragon True Immortal reacted quickly, quickly pulling back, he ran away. Xue èhǔ, who was previously holding the tray and standing immobile for a moment at the same spot, couldn't escape.
In an instant, the disciple of this immortal who excels in Taoism was cut apart by countless tiny spatial fragments resembling sand grains. The entire person collapsed like sand, without any bleeding or cries of pain or sorrow. An acolyte from the Confucian School who had fought for over a decade vanished instantly.
"Daring! How dare you harm my disciples of the True Word School!" The Yellow Dragon True Immortal pulled out his sword, and the swordlight was like a rainbow. He aimed a single strike at Di Jiang's throat.
The Yellow Dragon thought very simply. The enemy's methods were mysterious, so I would act as the vanguard and then everyone would charge together.
He had a good plan, but the immortals of the Confucian School did not follow his intentions.
Not only the immortals of the True Word School, even Duo Bao, a powerful figure who divided his being into two parts and cut off by Jie Zuo, automatically retreated a step, wanting to observe and decide whether to take action afterwards.
All the immortals were retreating, but only the Yellow Dragon True Immortal dared to charge forward.
Seeing that his fellow masters and disciples were not following him, the Yellow Dragon was so angry he cursed out loud, but the move had already been delivered.
Di Jiang tilted his head, extending a strong, sturdy left hand, and with a movement that seemed to defy the laws of space and time, grabbed hold of Yellow Dragon True Immortal's wrist.
The Yellow Dragon was stunned, watching the space around him crumble inch by inch. The ten thousand beams of swords he had emitted were like mud, striking Di Jiang without eliciting any reaction. Di Jiang's state of consciousness remained in a muddled state, and the operation of his space divination relied entirely on instinct.
"Quickly, save Yellow Dragon Disciple!"
"Brother, don't worry, I will help you!"
"Your fragmented soul, release Yellow Dragon Disciple!"
The immortals of the Confucian School were calling out loudly, some were pulling out treasured artifacts, and others were drawing swords, each one indignant. Yet none of them immediately rushed to save Yellow Dragon.
Di Jiang swept his gaze, and Yellow Dragon True Immortal felt as if something was being forcefully ground into his robe, scales, and muscles. Then he felt lighter, and when he looked down with his remaining vision, he saw that his lower body had been cut off by some kind of spatial ability. His two legs fell to the ground, and the cut surface was neat and tidy. There was no protective effect from his dragon scales.
By the second breath, Yellow Dragon True Immortal was cut in half at the waist.
Thanks to Xueè's and Huanglong's "donations", the crowd of immortals finally saw through Di Jiang's true and false.
Di Jiang is strong, but now this is merely a passing shadow.
The celestial seal from Guang Chengzi first shattered this shadow, and this time, the space divination could not move the weighty celestial seal.
Duo Bao Daoist performed incantations and rituals, drawing out four murderous sword qi within the Zhenxian Array. With his cultivation, he easily crumbled Di Jiang's passing shadow without much effort.
The immortals checked the chaotic bell fragments again and found that there was no blood qi left within them. Now, they were just actual fragments. The only value they had was to trace back to the forging technique of Kunpeng and the mysteries of the chaotic bell.
Apart from Xue Ehu, who was turned to ashes, and Yellow Dragon True Immortal, who was cut in half at the waist, it can be said to have been a false alarm.
Blood Sea.
Zu Wu Ming entered the depths of the blood sea. She moved through it as if through an empty space, and no Arhat knew of this ancestral witch's descent into this defiled realm.
The elder of the Menghe River sat meditating within a blood lotus, and upon seeing her appear, threw a blood sphere the size of a fist towards her.
"What do you people want? Give it to you, and what do I want?"
Xuan Ming threw the body of Wen Dao Ren to Menghe.
Hao Tian hung the body of Wen Dao Ren on the South Heaven Gate, and after a long time, he also grew tired of it. The Hell Realm claimed to be avenging the souls who died at Wen Dao Ren's hands and took the body away.
Xuan Ming completed the transaction and turned to leave.
