Chapter 151: Taiyin! Obliteration!

Hell Forest, Two-Heart Lake.

Daoist Yunxiong stood by the edge of the lake, gazing at the water that continuously shifted and twisted between states of motion and stillness, darkness and crimson.

"It has already been two months. I wonder if Xiu'er can successfully subdue the Two-Heart Mirror."

"You don't even have confidence in your own disciple."

Daoist Yunqing, sitting cross-legged nearby in utter boredom, lifted his eyelids and glanced at Daoist Yunxiong.

"I must say, you don't treat this disciple of yours very well. Why not hand him over to me? I'll owe you a favor, how about that?"

"Bah!"

A torrent of saliva was blocked by Daoist Yunqing's protective true essence, and Daoist Yunxiong followed up by blowing a loud snort of mucus at him.

"Keep dreaming your pipe dreams! Want my disciple? Over my dead body!"

"Are you trying to be disgusting? Watch my thousand-year-old loogie..."

"Enough! Stop playing around, a big one is coming."

Daoist Yunyang's single sentence abruptly halted what was about to become a spitting war between Daoist Yunxiong and Daoist Yunqing.

Deep within the stone forest, the silent atmosphere was suddenly shattered.

A low, resentful roar echoed through the stone forest, sounding like a call from the depths of hell.

Suddenly, countless humanoid shadows emerged from the distance, surging forward like a black tide.

These shadows varied in form, yet eerie and completely faceless, appearing only as pitch-black, ink-like humanoid silhouettes in the darkness.

They lunged forward with elusive speed, moving like an invisible wind, leaving behind afterimages and a howling sound in the stone forest.

Every single humanoid shadow exuded an icy, cruel, and merciless aura akin to a malevolent ghost.

As these humanoid shadows drew closer, the surrounding environment gradually grew dim, and a heavy oppressive atmosphere enveloped the area.

The void continuously fractured and shifted, like peeling patches of mottled wall paint.

In an instant, all sound in this realm vanished, leaving only the howling of the surging shadows to echo through the space.

Clang. The humanoid shadows finally reached the edge of Two-Heart Lake.

They came to a halt, gazing ahead with resentment and malice.

Endless darkness emanated from among them, rendering the surroundings even more desolate and lonely.

"Divine Firmament Sect! They are people of the Divine Firmament Sect!"

"It's them! They are the ones who destroyed us, the ones who left us unable to attain liberation!"

"We must keep them here, make them stay and accompany us!"

"Such hatred! Kill them quickly! I want to tear open their throats and devour their hearts!"

The chaotic, clamorous, and venomous roars rolled in like a tidal wave.

The lingering souls of these Hell Path cultists had wandered this stone forest for countless years, and the hatred and grievance they had accumulated could pierce the very dome of heaven.

Had it not been for that generation's patriarch of the Divine Firmament Sect moving this patch of Hell Forest back into the sect, suppressing it directly with the Divine Firmament Thunder Pool, and constantly eroding its malevolent Qi with the majesty of heavenly thunder, the venomous curse cast by the Hell Path practitioners might well have come true.

"Humph!"

A cold snort, resembling the roar of heavenly thunder, shocked the crowd of hellish ghosts into terrified silence, trembling all over.

"What? Was wiping you out a mistake back then? You evil spirits, acting willfully and attempting to recreate hell at the expense of the lives of hundreds of millions of living beings—slaughtering you is getting off lightly. If it had been me taking action back then, I wouldn't have just destroyed your physical bodies; I would have obliterated your souls along with them, scattering your consciousness so you could never transcend!"

Faced with the encirclement of ghosts, Daoist Yunxiong showed no trace of fear. He raised a finger and cursed vehemently at the spirits, his overwhelming majesty and pressure causing some of the ghosts with weaker grievances to dissipate on the spot.

Ha, I never expected that after all these years, the juniors of the Divine Firmament Sect would still be so arrogant and domineering. Do you thunder cultivators really think that holding thunder techniques allows you to execute judgment on behalf of heaven?"

Before Daoist Yunxiong's angry shout had even faded, the dense crowd of figures suddenly parted to create a small path.

A remarkably beautiful man in a long robe, holding a thick tome in his hands, barefooted, with long hair cascading all the way to the ground, walked out slowly.

The moment this person appeared, the entire Hell Forest began to tremble slightly, as if awakening from an endless slumber.

"Su Buqing, you're not dead yet?"

Daoist Yunyang walked forward from the rear, gazing calmly at the man whose hair reached the ground and whose appearance seemed to gather all the beauty in the world.

"Dead? Without seeing your Divine Firmament Sect completely annihilated, how could I easily die? You are... that little Daoist named Yunyang, right? Back then, your master attempted to take away our sect's divine artifact, only to be heavily wounded by its backlash. Let me calculate... it has been over a thousand years. Is your master dead already?"

Glancing at Daoist Yunyang, the man named Su Buqing suddenly dropped a piece of news that caused the expressions of Daoist Yunxiong and Daoist Yunqing to change drastically.

"Uncle-Master Jingming suddenly passed away back then—was it really, as this person says, caused by heavy injuries from the backlash of the Hell Path's divine artifact?"

Looking toward the calm-faced Daoist Yunyang, Daoist Yunxiong clenched his fists tightly.

"Mm."

A single, short word, yet it caused the expressions of Daoist Yunxiong and Daoist Yunqing to sink heavily.

Uncle-Master Jingming had been a kind-hearted man, very caring toward the younger generation. Almost everyone of the Yun generation in the Divine Firmament Sect had received guidance from this old Daoist.

When this Uncle-Master had suddenly passed away back then, it had caused quite a stir within the Divine Firmament Sect. However, the sect had not explicitly stated the cause of his death at the time.

Yunxiong and his peers had only guessed that the old Daoist might have suffered a deviation in his cultivation or a recurrence of old injuries, leading to his demise.

Who could have imagined that the old Daoist had actually perished because he attempted to retrieve a divine artifact left behind by the Hell Path, only to be heavily wounded by its counter-attack?

"You vermin, you still manage to disgust people even after death!"

As anger erupted in his heart, a towering golden-light-and-thunder-wrapped Sage-Might Wrath-Thunder Vajra, over a hundred meters tall with six arms and holding various thunder weapons, abruptly manifested behind Daoist Yunxiong.

"Oh? This Dao-form is not bad, but it lacks a bit of true essence. Since we have met, it is fate. This seat shall..."

Lifting his gaze to look at the Sage-Might Wrath-Thunder Vajra behind Daoist Yunxiong, Su Buqing smiled faintly and lightly pressed his hand onto the thick tome, as if about to open it.

"Su Buqing!"

Suddenly flashing in front of Daoist Yunxiong, Daoist Yunyang flicked a golden silk sash, revealing the Nine Heavens Divine Firmament Thunder-Command Talisman!

"Do you recognize this command talisman?"

The moment the Nine Heavens Divine Firmament Thunder-Command Talisman appeared, thunderclouds instantly gathered densely across the sky, and a thick, oppressive weight pressed down upon them.

The sound of thunder was deafening, echoing endlessly in the air.

At that moment, it was as if the Heavenly Lord himself had broken out in fury!

The entire world seemed on the verge of destruction beneath this boundless heavenly might.

"The Nine Heavens Divine Firmament Thunder-Command Talisman!"

Seeing the jade talisman in Daoist Yunyang's hand shimmering with dual purple-gold and deep-blue colors, a trace of solemnity finally appeared on Su Buqing's calm and composed face—or rather, a deeply hidden fear.

After all, back then, he had died beneath this very talisman that symbolized heavenly might.

"You actually brought this along as well? What do you want to take away from my Hell Path this time?" Lowering the hand pressed upon the book, Su Buqing gazed coldly at Daoist Yunyang opposite him.

However, just as his voice fell, a massive whirlpool suddenly churned within the calm, dark-red, turbid Two-Heart Lake.

Soaking wet, a figure emerged from the lake water.

Qi Xiu gasped slightly, his gaze looking somewhat weary, but his right hand, which had previously been empty, now clutched an ancient bronze mirror the size of a palm, embedded with a black face on one side and a white face on the other.

He had successfully subdued the Two-Heart Mirror, gaining control over this demonic artifact!

"Hm? The Two-Heart Mirror?"

Sensing the aura emanating from the lake, Su Buqing's gaze flickered slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a thoughtful smile.

"To have three Dao-Body realm juniors holding the Nine Heavens Divine Firmament Thunder-Command Talisman to guard you, you must be a core seed of the Divine Firmament Sect. If I kill you, the Divine Firmament Sect will surely hurt for quite a while."

Suddenly reaching out to open the tome he held, Su Buqing flicked a finger, and a chain radiating an abstruse, gloomy darkness, continuously dripping with scalding hot oil, flew out with a rattling sound.

Its target pointed straight at Qi Xiu, who had just freed himself from the lake water!

"Su Buqing, how dare you!"

Seeing that Su Buqing actually dared to attack Qi Xiu directly in front of him, Daoist Yunyang, usually unruffled and self-composed, flew into a rare rage and ferociously activated the Nine Heavens Divine Firmament Thunder-Command Talisman in his hand!

Crack-boom!

A terrifyingly ominous bolt of heavenly thunder tore through space, piercing the universe. This thunder was boundless and majestic, resembling a vast ocean of lightning crashing down upon Su Buqing.

"What harm is there in letting you kill me once more? As long as this Hell Forest is not destroyed, hundreds of years from now, I can be reborn once again. But before that, I will take this child away, so that your Divine Firmament Sect can also experience pain and anger!"

Facing the crushing, boundless heavenly thunder with equanimity, Su Buqing had made up his mind to trade himself for Qi Xiu. In any case, he was merely a wisp of lingering consciousness; even if destroyed, it would reconverge centuries later.

Clatter, clatter—

The oil-dripping chain was eerie and sinister; though not fast, it possessed an elusive, wondrous power.

Aside from Qi Xiu, the three Dao-Body realm Daoists were utterly unable to even see the chain, let alone intercept it.

"Come with me, down to hell!"

Just as Su Buqing calmly waited for Qi Xiu to be dragged into the Hell Book by the hellish chain, this junior, whose appearance was as delicate as a mortal scholar, suddenly raised his head and slightly shook the Two-Heart Mirror in his hand.

A demonic yet handsome black-robed Daoist, identical in appearance to him, stepped forward and materialized.

"Leave him to you."

Glancing at the handsome Daoist, Qi Xiu, having exhausted the last shred of his true essence, rolled his eyes and collapsed directly into unconsciousness.

"Tch, you remember me now."

Lowering his gaze to mutter softly, the black-robed Qi Xiu raised his head again, his eyes transformed into an abyss of endless, pitch-black depth.

[Greater Yin Primordial Dao—Obliteration!]

A hazy, blurred phantom instantly locked onto the scalding-oil-dripping chain, and a whirlpool of forced obliteration emerged.

The hell chain hurtling straight toward Qi Xiu instantly twisted and distorted. The power of the Greater Yin Primordial Dao was actively expelling it from reality.

"This is..."

Seeing that distorted, ethereal vortex, Su Buqing's expression changed drastically, turning ferocious in an instant:

"Impossible! Greater Yin has clearly already..."

Boom—

Layer upon layer of terrifying thunder force washed down like a heavenly waterfall. Billions of dazzling thunder rays blossomed, tearing the void apart for a thousand miles, as if the entire Hell Forest was about to be cleaved in two by a single strike, instantly obliterating it within this sea of thunder.

Even Su Buqing's final words before his demise could not pierce through the roaring thunder.

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Feeling a bit under the weather today, so this is a bit late.

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(End of this chapter)