Kunlun Celestial Palace ——
The young man dressed in a moon-white robe was kneeling before the screen, and behind it, one could vaguely see the silhouette of a woman standing with her hands behind her back. The palace was filled with incense smoke, and spiritual energy hung like gauze. A low female voice came from behind the screen.
“Wang Shouyi! The Purple Micro Star is dim, and the Greedy Wolf consumes the moon — three days ago at midnight, your master saw blood-slaughter surge from the depths of Jinde Town’s earth veins through the Ultimate Mirror. That Porcelain Mother was originally an official kiln sacrificial vessel from the previous dynasty, refined into a spirit after a thousand years of resentment fire. Now it uses the killing fire to shape a Buddha body and nourishes jade bones with human blood, committing unforgivable sins!”
The woman unfastened her sword case and threw it onto the stone table outside the screen, causing nine talismans on the screen to ignite.
“Your master bestows upon you the ancient sword Duanxing. This sword is a mid-grade magical artifact, its hilt embedded with a Taiyi Cyan Gangfu talisman, possessing extraordinary power. You must go to Jinde Town, when the yin energy is strongest at three o’clock in the morning, and channel the light of the Big Dipper to break its ghostly form—remember, you must shatter the fetus of the Buddha beneath the ground as well!”
“The disciple obeys!”
Wang Shouyi held the ancient sword Chixiang with both hands and deeply bowed to the female cultivator behind the screen.
It had been ten years since the resurgence of spiritual energy, and he should be the first lucky one to enter the Celestial Palace.
After ten years of diligent cultivation, it was time to leave the mountain and slay demons.
“Hmm, you may go! Remember not to tarnish the prestige of our Kunlun Celestial Palace…
After this matter, the cloud pattern on your Daoist robes should gain another stripe.”
…
Kunlun has nine thousand nine hundred heavenly steps, and above the hundredth step, the pressure of spiritual energy surges like waves.
The Resurrectors from the Demon-Slaying Division and noble families suffered greatly on the stone steps. Even the generals who were usually respected were pressed until blood seeped from their seven orifices. The young nobles of the Langya Wang family crawled on the ground, gritting their teeth.
Everyone wanted to enter the Kunlun Celestial Palace.
Legend has it that immortals reside there, and becoming a disciple means achieving immortality!
Suddenly, a sword cry rang out from deep within the clouds, and a streak of green light split the mist.
The person’s sword aura was solid as if tangible, the blade glimmering with green light, and protective spiritual light surrounded his body, isolating the airflow so that even while flying on the sword, neither his hair nor his long robe was disturbed by the wind.
“Sword Immortal! It’s the Sword Immortal from the Kunlun Celestial Palace!” someone shouted while staring at the sky.
The figure riding the sword had flowing sleeves like crane wings, leisurely flying away.
A group of Resurrectors could only look at the fading silhouette in the skies, speechless.
…
Ruins of Jinde Town.
The Dragon Seeking Qi circled around the ruins, eventually descending sharply towards the center and rushing into the earth veins.
Beneath the ground, the porcelain Bodhisattva statue opened its eyes slightly.
Just as it looked around, it was sprayed with the Dragon Seeking Qi, coating the entire Bodhisattva statue with a faint golden hue.
“Who is it again?!”
The face of the Porcelain Mother darkened, furious.
She just wanted to quietly restore her strength, but why was it so difficult?
Did they have to fight her precisely when she was restoring her strength?
There was a spatial fluctuation to the side, and the rock layers exploded violently. The Porcelain Mother’s eight-zhang high Buddha body rose upright, striking a palm toward the broken rock layer.
“I am Zhang Shouyi, a disciple of West Kunlun!” A youthful figure emerged from the dust, enveloped in green spiritual light, his words causing the air to tremble: “You evil beast, you nourish jade bones with human blood, committing unforgivable sins, your death is near. I have come today to send you to hell!”
Before his words finished,
Peng —!
Wang Shouyi flew backward at a faster speed, creating a human-shaped depression in the rock layers.
The Porcelain Mother retracted her palm, the porcelain face cracking inch by inch, twisting grotesquely. Bloodlight seeped from her eyes, and malevolent energy surged: “So you’re a little pup from West Kunlun, coming quite quickly! Today, old me will see who sends whom to hell!”
Wang Shouyi, having taken a blow, did not yield either. He bounced out from the pit, completely unscathed, raising his sword to attack the Porcelain Mother.
…
Meanwhile, above the ruins.
“Do you not believe my words? Now that I’ve found the location of that old monster, why don’t we go down together?”
Chen Huaian stood on the ruins and extended an invitation to Lin Chen and Huang Gubei.
At his feet was a large hole, left over from when he climbed out from below earlier.
Now it served as the entrance to go underground.
“Ahahaha, Director Chen, I… I’m just a soldier level, no need for me to go down, right?” Huang Gubei shrank his neck and laughed nervously: “If we encounter that old monster, you might have to divert attention to protect me, wouldn’t that be troubling you?”
Chen Huaian smirked: “Chicken!”
Huang Gubei: “…”
Chen Huaian’s gaze then fell on Lin Chen.
“Don’t act all mighty, let’s go down if we’re going down. Do you think I’m afraid, Miss?”
Before her words ended, boom —!
The ground in front of the ruins suddenly exploded, a massive white porcelain hand shot out first, followed by the Porcelain Mother breaking through the soil and soaring skyward. Sharp blood porcelain shards and rubble splattered like rain, and the third eye on the forehead of the glazed ghost-like figure gleamed with bloodlight. Three inches above the head of this glaze-covered creature, Wang Shouyi hovered upside down, a trail of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth — his left shoulder was torn and bloody, clearly showing ghostly qi, indicating he’d been injured by the Porcelain Mother.
Wang Shouyi fell from the sky, landing right in front of Chen Huaian and others, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
“Cough cough…” He noticed the confused faces of Chen Huaian and the others, his expression changing drastically. Ignoring the blood at the corner of his mouth, he anxiously said: “Who are you? What are you doing here? Don’t you know how dangerous it is here? Go away, I’ll hold her off!”
He wobbled to his feet, facing the Porcelain Mother who had transformed into a Porcelain Bone Bodhisattva, his expression grim.
This ghost’s strength was roughly equivalent to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and it showed signs of continuing to grow stronger…
Being so powerful without fully recovering.
Would further killings result in the formation of a ghost pellet?
However, the master clearly said this ghost was newly born, its strength not reaching Foundation Establishment, merely at the peak of Qi Condensation…
He had just reached Foundation Establishment; dealing with someone at the peak of Qi Condensation would be simple.
But handling this already mid-stage Foundation Establishment ghost cultivator was too much of a stretch.
While pondering, the Buddha body of the Bone Porcelain Bodhisattva had fully formed. The pale porcelain face alternated between brightness and darkness, bright with a radiant smile, dark with the ferocity of a demon. Spider-web-like blood veins seeped under the glaze. Nine tiers of necklaces were half porcelain, half bone, and in the flower-picking mudra, half of a Ruyi scepter was clutched, giving an overall sense of being a half-finished product.
“It’s because of your disturbance that old me had to use secret techniques to quickly recover some strength… Now my foundation is damaged, and old me will have to reforge this Buddha body!”
The asymmetrical mouth of the Bone Porcelain Bodhisattva opened, emitting a mixed resonance of male and female voices, its fierce gaze landing on Chen Huaian and Wang Shouyi, especially lingering on Chen Huaian for a long time, evidently recognizing him.
“Good! Good! Good! Young whelp, you came just in time!
Since you want to ruin my Buddha fetus, then today, old me will use you to restore strength!”
With each ear-piercing scream, white bones rose beneath the Bone Porcelain Bodhisattva.
Crowded Bone Porcelain Women crawled out from the pile of bones.
Their ethereal figures resembled wandering spirits, and in the blink of an eye, they had surrounded everyone present.
Huang Gubei’s face turned pale with fear, trembling uncontrollably.
Lin Chen glanced around at the identical Bone Porcelain Women with eerie smiles, her expression grim.
Zhao Ying pulled Xiang Xiaoyuan behind her and drew her Tang Dao, which shimmered with electric arcs.
Chen Huaian solemnly took out his phone, played the music of the Four Great Talents of Jiangnan, placed his hands on his hips, and declared:
“Deng deng deng deng —! Boss Battle begins!!!”
