"Enemy attack!"
Under the dim light, blood splattered, painting a crimson arc on the walls, while the defense system of the underground Yan Puppet Workshop was fully activated.
With the piercing alarm, the guardians who had been patrolling elsewhere imdiately beca alert, took up their respective magic artifact equipnt, and began to rush toward the coordinates provided by the great formation.
But it’s really too slow.
At this mont, Cang Linzu took a deep breath.
Behind him, a shadow of Xuan boiled and rose into mist, swirling around him, then condensing again, almost forming into an entity, taking the form resembling armor.
The Jidu Star Destiny of Cang Linzu corresponds to the surplus of earth of the Star Suppressing, and contrasts with Lu Hou.
Fire is the heart soul, the rest is ash, yet it is material, so the Luohou Destiny’s Huo Qing cultivates ’Grass and Wood Withering and Flourishing Return to Fla Soil,’ which corresponds to strengthening the flesh, naly [Qi Refining and Body Condensing].
And Star Suppressing is earth, the foundation of material images, the rest is ghost, yet it is the abode of the soul, so Jidu Destiny’s Cang Linzu communicates with ghosts in the Netherworld, using his inherent power to connect souls, walking in shadows, even controlling, and devouring ghosts for personal use, he is the sovereign of Ghost Gods walking in the human world, naly [lt Spirit and God].
But Cang Linzu did not choose to delve deeper into the path of Ghost Gods, if anything, he doesn’t like commanding others, nor does he like to devour ghosts to strengthen himself—he is a very pure martial artist, just wanting to make himself stronger, walking on the right path that he approves and is recognized by everyone, gaining power from his own heart.
This inadvertently led him down the true right path—his Spirit is truly pure spirit, blending within himself, completely mastering his own thoughts, divine sense, soul, will, and confidence, and thus can beco a true [God].
No Jidu through the ages has been able to achieve this because they are all born during the awakening of the Seven Fiend Tribulation, born in a dog-eat-dog world, born in an epoch when boundless resentful souls diffuse and infinite Evil Ghosts rampage, hence they are destined not to explore themselves, only able to blend infinite other spirits with their own God, thus becoming the aggregate of all resentnt, the materialization of all karma, the retribution of all hatred and enmity.
But Cang Linzu doesn’t need it.
Because An Jing is too powerful... so powerful that, without resentnt, he can still change the world.
Even has started to change.
Thus, the true cultivation technique of Jidu Destiny, the inheritance nad [Jidu Condensing Light and Moon Transformation Forbidden Technique], can naturally be embodied in Cang Linzu.
The light shines on his body, becoming his own shadow.
My heart is the sun, my body is the moon, my spirit is the shadow, my will is the god.
Heart transmits to the body, spirit reaches the will, naturally covers light as shadow, lt spirit and transform god!
The pitch-black Xuanming shadow armor covers Cang Linzu whole, while silver-white blue lines faintly flicker, winding around joints and body ridians, like moonlight, like Ghost Gods, and originates from a distant source, its sect master, the origin, naly the power of [Heavenly Mandate], also continually empowers it, making the light and shadow twist like a shapeless fla.
Tap tap tap tap—urgent and orderly footsteps flowed smoothly from all sides, as the ground trembles, the guardians have arrived.
These guardians trained by families, although re house servants, are no less elite than regular military of Da Chen. If others were to evaluate, there would certainly be rivers flowing together and clouds gathering, like a precursor to an earthquake, a shapeless force accumulates beneath the earth, growing stronger.
But to a true hunter, this is just the vibration of insects stepping into a spider’s web.
The leading guardian commander donned armor and a bird-shaped mask covering his face, upon entering the scene instantly scanned the hall already bloodied like a slaughterhouse, and observed Cang Linzu in his strange armor, a flicker of astonishnt in the observation slit, but quickly regained solemnness: "Silence them!"
At the command, without any extraneous words, the guardians ford a martial formation, pressing with an unstoppable montum like a mountain collapsing.
In the face of such an irresistible martial formation suppression, Cang Linzu did only one thing.
And that was to step forward.
Boom!
The ground shattered like a pastry under imnse force, shaking violently like liquid, while Cang Linzu’s speed was like a cannonball, crossing ten zhang in a leap of Thunder Sound multiples, the ensuing shockwave even blew all the original remains and blood in the hall against the walls.
He directly charged into the guardians’ formation, then in the mont the guardian commander continued to issue orders, he punched toward his head.
——What kind of speed is this?
The guardian commander, also a Martial ridian, could roughly react to Cang Linzu’s speed, but was utterly unable to dodge or block, even unable to form an expression of fear or anger, as he felt the fist piercing steel, pressing against his flesh.
The sa Martial ridian, yet worlds apart... Differences in foundation during the Inner Strength period, differences in the strength of Divine Abnormalities, differences in the refinent of the sa Divine Abnormality, differences in the efficiency of amplifying and stacking Divine Abnormalities to form the Inner Array Realm, differences in compatibility between the Inner Array Realm and Fate Pattern Cultivation Technique as well as personal thoughts.
If examined closely, the weakest Martial ridian Peak and the strongest Martial ridian Peak, due to various different values, attack multipliers, special independent multipliers, skill bonuses, special passive bonuses, and base number differences, can have over a thousand tis or even greater disparity.
Cang Linzu was originally not among the strongest, at most could be considered a ’first or second-tier major city,’ not even a ’first-tier capital.’
But now, due to a trace of power bestowed by An Jing.
He barely touched the baseline of ’the strongest.’
The fist hit the skull, the hardest bone in the human body was effortlessly shattered and pierced, the entire brain was churned into a mush, and was then dissolved by the shadows, splattering into large patches of gray-red slurry, flying backward.
anwhile, the attacks launched by other guards, those knife chops, spear stabs, were all blocked by the layer of Shadow Armor, only sparking faintly.
"Ah!"
A guard, unable to witness the captain being killed by a single punch, roared furiously and lunged directly at Cang Linzu, intending to embrace him around the waist, willing to die just to allow other guards to complete their attacks—he was not afraid of death, at worst, he could switch to cultivating Feather Transformation Dao.
But to this, Cang Linzu neither dodged nor avoided, allowing the guard to pounce on his armor, and the next mont, he continued to step forward, while this guard slipped limply down—the front of his face, body, and the front part of his internal organs had disappeared, the remaining organs flowed out, scattering all over the ground.
His front had all been lted away.
"Quick! Retreat! This is no ordinary Lu Martial ridian!"
An old guard realized sothing and imdiately roared, wanting to lead a retreat and report to higher-ups. Obviously, this was not an opponent these ordinary guards could deal with, a family enshrined expert must be invoked—but the mont he spoke, he exposed himself.
Cang Linzu looked towards the old guard, then raised his hand, shadows condensed, turning into a black long knife, slashing lightly towards him.
The old guard knew it was bad at a glance, tried desperately to dodge but was still too slow, was slashed on the neck by Cang Linzu, his head soared into the sky, and blood gushed like a fountain.
"Ah! Ghost, ghost!"
In an instant, the leader, the bravest, and the most experienced three all died, and so guards were imdiately intimidated—no matter how brave an army, they cannot continue to fight without these three types of leaders, let alone they were rely house servants and guards.
The originally well-ford martial formation disintegrated in an instant, and the gathered crowd wanted to retreat in a scattered formation far less organized than when they ca.
But how could Cang Linzu allow this? He stepped directly forward, slashing out with a blade, cutting several guards who could not escape in half, then punched again, scattering the last few guard squads who mustered the courage to charge, the leader of whom was punched through the chest, imdiately spewing blood from his mouth, uttering a ’hehe’ sound, obviously imdiately dead.
By now, even the most death-defying squad was terrified, everyone began to turn and run, regardless of any battle formation, but Cang Linzu’s eyes, as if burning with a fierce fire, locked onto everyone.
His form was like a ghost, vanishing instantly, then appearing in front of a few escaping guards.
He reached out and instantly grabbed a guard by the throat, then crushed the flesh and blood, holding a spine and viciously slamming it on the ground, scattering the person into pieces on the spot, blood splattering.
At the sa ti, Cang Linzu’s shadow rose up, turning into a sharp blade, slashing wildly in all directions like a storm, slicing everyone within range into pieces, exploding, and saring the walls.
Leaving only the fastest and furthest-running guard, because he was the furthest from the crowd, he still didn’t know, the guard squad that had nacingly gathered just now had died leaving only himself in an instant, and the next mont, he felt a tightness in his chest, a pain in the back of his head, dizzy and fell to the ground, but did not know when he was kicked over by Cang Linzu, then stepped on the chest ribs.
Inside the pitch-black Ghost God Helt, two ghostly lights flickered between the gaps, penetrating this guard’s heart defense, causing him to instantly weep bitterly, muttering so incomprehensible words of pleading.
"Which family’s house servants are you? The evidence of this Yan Puppet Workshop using people for materials, where is the core of that workshop?"
"Yuan, Yuan Family! The Yuan Family of the Four Great Families, Yuan, Yao, Song, Guang’s Yuan Family!"
This guard’s face was covered with the blood of other guards and pharmacists, along with his own snot and tears; he should not have been able to speak, but due to a mysterious power, he instead started speaking truthfully: "In the next room, Room One, but we didn’t hurt anyone, these refugees, and those selling themselves, they were all willing, clear prices marked, no deception, their lives were just worth this price!"
"And isn’t this a good thing? If they are transford and favored by nobles, we small soldiers will have to call them masters! If they were originally refugees, commoners, lowborn, even if given ten thousand years, it wouldn’t be possible! This Feather Transformation Dao really can let people ascend to the heavens!"
Contempt and envy. Disdain and longing.
Such contradictory emotions, yet so harmoniously combined, just like human thoughts, both stubbornly extre and double-standard.
Because it is reality, therefore it is ugly, after all, even the most wicked of evil people will speak almost good things before death, but the Power of Jidu connects to the heart soul, so those hidden by morality, by humanity, never spoken, just a thought of darkness, all revealed without doubt.
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