Three ghosts, each with a distinct demeanor.
Yi Ping had no emotion at all, one was cold with a violent edge, and another wore a smile that was incredibly kind.
"Sire, I am not a ghost," the ghost with the cold, violent demeanor murmured before bursting forward.
He just touched the ground with his toes, and as he pushed forward, his body leaned like he was flying.
Suppressing my terror, I attempted to regain my composure as the Four Seals of Mirrors shot towards him once again.
The cutting sensation in the palm was incredibly intense, as if someone had hacked at it with dozens or even hundreds of blades, the bones themselves ached.
The index finger passed over the back of the Thunderstruck Wood once more, and the Four Seals of Mirror Copper Glow flashed again!
The ghost thing disintegrated with a thud, gray mist lingering in the air as if it was substantial.
The ghost with the smile suddenly said, "Sire, I am not a ghost!"
He suddenly disappeared from the spot, and in the next instant, Jia Ying screamed in alarm. I turned around abruptly, and he was standing next to Jia Ying, as if he wanted to burrow into her body!
"Hold back, miss!" Old Gong swelled up and soared as his head strangely expanded, revealing his dirty mouth filled with yellow teeth. He bit down ferociously on the ghostly entity!
The ghost thing suddenly slapped Old Gong's head with its hand!
A loud explosion echoed, and Old Gong was reduced to a wisp of gray mist.
He suddenly inhaled deeply, as if he wanted to swallow Old Gong.
In the gray mist, an arm shrouded in white vapor suddenly reached out and grabbed for the ghostly entity!
The arm grabbed the ghostly entity by the neck and, with a strong push, forced it back several meters.
Jia Ying ran towards me in a state of panic and disarray!
My chest felt as if it was pressed down by a large stone, making it difficult to breathe. However, my reaction was still extremely quick, and the Four Regulations Mirror was directly aimed towards the calm and composed ghost.
He remained calm and immobile, but if he decided to make a move, it would surely be troublesome. It's better to strike first!
Another loud explosion, and he disintegrated into gray mist.
In the brief interval, Wei Youming's arm crumbled and vanished piece by piece...
The XCSF's power is already incredibly strong and domineering.
Moreover, this ghost might be Gao Tieniao.
Before, when the old Liu priest possessed me in the Red Ghost Temple, he directly subdued the Red Ghost. How much more so for a Taoist of Gao Tian Dao's caliber to subdue an arm of a ghost?
"Close to ten thousand evil ghosts, I will go and purify your true form."
The ghost with the smile on its face, its eyes suddenly showed a trace of seriousness.
Then, his gaze fell upon me!
I breathed heavily, and the Four Seals Mirror shot towards him again!
He disintegrated into gray mist!
A muffled clang was heard as the Four Seals Mirror hit the ground. My hands felt as if they had been burnt, and blood was oozing out non-stop.
This all happened very quickly. The Four Seals Mirror was face-up, and its copper surface was completely discolored and melted even more.
"You and Old Gong go ahead, I'll be at the back to cover!" My voice was hoarse, and I stared at the three clusters of gray mist writhing in the tomb chamber, knowing they could revert to ghost form at any moment.
"No... you go first, he's targeting you!" Jia Ying was worried to the point of desperation.
"Go!" I pushed Jia Ying hard.
"Old Gong!" At the same time, I let out a low roar.
At the same time, Old Gong, who had dispersed into gray mist, twisted and formed a head, dropping onto Jia Ying's shoulder before vanishing instantly...
Jia Ying's body suddenly hunched over, running towards the corner!
My blood dripped drop by drop. I shakily picked up the Four Seals Mirror to follow Jia Ying.
The three clusters of gray mist struggled to coalesce again...
And... they stood between me and Jia Ying...
For a moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness in my chest.
After learning Daoist law, I thought that it would be sufficient.
Back then, with my parents and the people from the Huangsi, we had investigated that place. I thought I could handle another search on my own. But how could it be so perilous to the point that it couldn't be explained by ordinary understanding!
The three clusters of gray mist were gradually coalescing into three ghostly entities.
Old Gong possessed Jia Ying and retreated to a corner of the wall.
I gasped heavily, barely managing to suppress a trace of joy.
One less one is good enough!
It's better for Jia Ying to escape, than for all of us to die here!
Two ghostly figures had already formed, converging towards me and lunging forward!
I activated the Four Seals Mirror once more!
A cracking sound was heard, and the mirror shattered into two halves immediately, the Four Seals Mirror falling heavily to the ground with the remaining fragments rapidly dissolving.
The two ghostly figures dissipated again, leaving only the last one with a calm expression, the Ghost Thing. His facial features revealed a trace of satisfaction.
"To the end of the Dao, it is nothing but to ascend to heaven or descend into the earth." His tone was exceptionally serene, carrying an air of profoundness.
"To divest oneself for ascension to heaven requires immense courage and perseverance."
"Descending into the earth is to escape."
"But when there is no heaven above, I have come to understand that transformation into a cicada is also illusory."
"You are still weak. I barely manage to take you. Your spirit may be extinguished, but your body will become a true form, dying without regret."
My face was as pale as iron, and I pulled out the half-foot copper sword. With my blood-stained hand, I suddenly gestured with the incantation.
I understood only half of what he said.
In fact, after retrieving Yangshenming, I rarely encountered situations where I couldn't understand what was being said.
This ghostly entity is the soul of Gao Tian Dao!
To hear the word "divestment" again...
At the same time, I also heard the word "transformation into a cicada."
Transformation into a cicada is the same as metamorphosis, right? Metamorphosis to ascend to heaven?
My head buzzed. Fei Fang from Yushang Ju once told me about the underground master of post-mortem transformation. Mao Yousan also told me that true cultivators often undergo transformation into a cicada after post-mortem transformation...
The information in my head became even more muddled.
I thought I understood some things, but the facts tell me otherwise.
The high heaven Dao's corpse in the coffin did not metamorphose into a cicada.
Suddenly, my face changed, and I remembered something else!
The underground master's body given to me by Yushang Ju had a trace of purple on the skin during the night of post-mortem transformation.
However, compared to the high heaven Dao's corpse in the coffin, it was like a little witch seeing a great one, completely on a different level!
My head exploded with the realization that "divestment" means post-mortem transformation!
In fact, this is one way to die!
But, even though I've figured these things out, what does it matter? I still don't know how to get out of this predicament in front of me!
As my thoughts were in turmoil, that ghostly entity stepped towards me.
The other two clusters of gray mist showed signs of coalescing back into their original forms.
"East starts with Mount Tai Thunder, South with Mount Heng Thunder, West with Mount Hua Thunder, North with Mount Heng Thunder, and Central with Songshan Thunder!"
"FIVE THUNDER, NOW, I COMMAND YOU, HURRY UP LIKE THE ORDER OF THE DIVINE!"
The hand forming the incantation formula suddenly pushed forward forcefully!
A faint red glow erupted on the ghostly entity!
But it did not cause any harm to it!
The Four Seals Mirror-level artifacts can only disperse Gao Tian Dao's ghost spirit at the cost of their own melting and counterattack.
My meager Daoist practices, where do they amount to anything?
He is about to approach me.
But at this moment, a head suddenly popped out from where Jia Ying had vanished and fled.
Isn't that Old Gong's head!?
"Grandpa! Draw your sword! Quick, draw your sword!" Old Gong shouted in alarm: "I knew something was wrong! I remembered!"
Remembered what?
Draw the sword, it's in my hand!
But the ghost thing suddenly flung its hand, seizing Old Gong's head!
He took a deep breath, and Old Gong's head suddenly transformed, like it was about to be sucked dry, as he let out painful screams!
At the same time, the other two ghostly figures twisted and coalesced into two entities, attacking from both sides and charging towards me again!
