The heavens roiled with thunder and lightning, shaking the universe, yet the temple below remained relatively "calm".
The Thunder God and the Lightning Mother had intentionally protected it, and Tianpeng did not wish to destroy this temple dedicated to Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang. Thus, only slight vibrations of the Qi chanism reached here, causing the pond in front of the temple to ripple continuously and the walls and houses to shake off their dust.
Of course, this calmness was relative. If one considered the Yellow Turban Warriors who were ready for battle, and the grim Qi chanism perating the temple, the place was anything but calm—it was as dangerous as a dragon’s den.
In this eerie atmosphere, at the front of the Two Saints Temple, a visitor arrived unhurriedly.
The wheelchair slowly crossed the vibrating bridge over the pond and approached the spacious platform. Before him lay the entrance of the Two Saints Temple, guarded by the Yellow Turban Warriors, who were arrayed in battle formation, their ranks resembling a military array.
Upon seeing Jiang Li, the thirty-six Yellow Turban Warriors’ vitality surged, forming a united field of vital energy, their faces fearless and their hardened gazes firmly locked on Jiang Li.
All the Yellow Turban Warriors were treated as Daoist Soldiers for sacrificial cultivation. Though they had consciousness, their sense of self was faint, and very few warriors could think like normal people.
However, the price paid for this was the swift and simple developnt of the Yellow Turban Warriors. With the assistance of a doctor, they could also exhibit extraordinary abilities.
At this mont, pale yellow patterns erged on the bodies of these warriors, covering them with talismans. Although they had no weapons, the united field of their vitality and Qi chanism could even affect Jiang Li’s Innate Qi.
"Such a pity..." Jiang Li murmured softly. With a flick of his finger, a cloud of misty air appeared at his fingertip, ordinary in every other aspect and devoid of any Qi chanism.
His flick lacked the earth-shattering power or overwhelming force, but to the Yellow Turban Warriors, it caused their pupils to dilate with a fear that should not have been there.
Then...
"Hiss!"
A faint sound, indicating the rending of flesh, echoed as all thirty-six Yellow Turban Warriors tilted their heads back. Cracks ford at their brows, producing sword-like bloody holes from which blood spurted out like blades.
A grisly yet bizarre scene unfolded with that flick. In an instant, thirty-six seventh-rank Moving Mountain Warriors were dead.
They had died, or rather, they thought they had died.
When that flick was aid at them, all the Yellow Turban Warriors saw a sharp Sword Light penetrating their brows. With faint selves, they were incapable of resistance and already dead. As their Divine Souls were wiped out simultaneously, that one "sword" also acted on their physical bodies through the connection with their Divine Souls, making their bodies voluntarily match the wounds of the souls.
Soul and spirit—the soul is the Divine Soul, and the spirit pertains to the body’s essence, or the spirit attached to the body. Divine Souls and physical bodies are interdependent, which also complicates possession. Unrelated souls and spirits naturally have difficulty coexisting.
As for Jiang Li, he had discerned this connection through the Moluo Sword Manual and the Heart Demon Secret Sword, applying it practically. The flick he used previously on Hui Neng was this move, now only further refined.
Compared to Hui Neng, the resistance of these Yellow Turban Warriors to this move was almost negligible.
Thus, they had died.
The sound of heavy objects hitting the ground rang out continuously as the Yellow Turban Warriors fell one by one, and the wheelchair, carrying Jiang Li, continued to move forward unhurriedly, gliding over the steps as easily as walking on flat ground, entering the temple gate.
This scene clearly reflected in a water mirror.
"Jiang Li has made his move," said Princess Shu, her brows tightly knitted as she watched the scene displayed on the mirror.
"Inscrutable," even with her keen eyesight, she couldn’t penetrate the mysteries of that single gesture.
It seed to be so sort of psychic secret technique that affected the physical body, making the Yellow Turban Powerful Warrior’s pupils dilate. Most crucially, Princess Shu had not sensed any fluctuation of Divine Sense.
Even though this place was quite far from the Two Saints Temple, and the aftermath of the battle among three fourth-rank cultivators interfered, theoretically, she should not have been completely clueless.
"Has the Prince discovered anything?" Princess Shu looked towards King Shu.
"Ha, if my beloved consort has discerned nothing, how could I possibly have discovered anything?"
King Shu laughed it off, embracing Princess Shu, "Let’s continue watching. I too am eager to see Jiang Li’s capabilities."
As they spoke, the scene on the water mirror shifted, moving towards the interior of the Two Saints Temple.
At that mont, however, a sudden slash appeared across the mirror, Blade Energy surged, and the water mirror shattered instantaneously, leaving behind only a voice filled with contempt.
"Kunxu Immortal Palace’s annoying wenches, get lost."
At a distance of about a mile from the Two Saints Temple, Elder Kaiyang, protected by a True Qi Shield, blocked the intermittent lightning and blasts of air, slowly retracting his hand.
"Even from afar, I can sll the stench of the Kunxu Immortal Palace,"
he said with a snort of disdain.
He was an expert when it ca to dealing with people from the Kunxu Immortal Palace, having studied and devised counterasures against all their different Magic Doors.
As for where these counterasures ca from?
That would be a question for Tianxuan, the great enemy of the Immortal Queen.
The woman was the real threat to the Kunxu Immortal Palace; she had developed nurous secret techniques targeting the Cultivation Techniques of the Kunxu Immortal Palace and passed them on to Kaiyang, who relentlessly pursued its mbers.
"Be cautious. I just detected the Cloud Sea Sky Light Mirror of the Kunxu Immortal Palace; it must be one of the palace masters," Elder Kaiyang warned Yun Jiuye and Ling Wujue who were by his side.
In the Kunxu Immortal Palace, promotion to the fourth-rank gave one the status of a decision-maker, or a palace master. There were four palace masters in total, each one not easy to deal with, and the Great Palace Master, Immortal Queen, was among the top powerhouses of this era.
Yun Jiuye and Ling Wujue nodded, yet their focus was not on this news but on the gesture made by Jiang Li just a mont ago.
They were equally intrigued by the Mystical aspect of that gesture.
anwhile, after Jiang Li entered the temple gates, he was greeted by cypress trees aligned on both sides, with stone steles erected in front of each tree, each engraved with the deeds of Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang. However, Jiang Li could only see the steles of the Yellow Emperor; as for those of Emperor Yan...
He glanced at those steles covered with black cloths, casually threw Xiao Tian aside, then slowly stood up.
"You really are loathso."
After arriving in Liangzhou Province, Jiang Li had never felt such a strong impulse to kill. Indeed, among all the people he had killed in his life, very few had provoked such murderous intent in him.
At that mont, the rumbling of thunder in the sky seed to grow more oppressive. Flashes of lightning flickered, illuminating Jiang Li’s face now bright, now dark, while the aura around him subtly revealed a trace of chill.
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