Nether Bureau Borrowed Magic, White Impermanence Appears
The next moment.
Chen Changqing neither dodged nor evaded, but instead met the oncoming spear tip with his bare hands.
"Arrogant fool, courting death!"
Wang Long was overjoyed upon seeing this, and his Law Power surged by another three percent.
The Bone Spear in his hand was a top-grade Law Treasure forged from ten-thousand-year-old Netherworld Iron from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds, powerful enough to pierce through the protective magic aura of any Heavenly Monarch Cultivator.
Catching a spear with bare hands?
That's just asking for trouble!
Clang!!
A deafening clang of metal exploded on the Battle Platform.
There were no scenes of blood and gore.
Chen Changqing's seemingly fair and slender hand firmly grasped the tip of the Bone Spear.
The raging Nine Netherworlds Underworld Fire spread wildly along the spear, but was extinguished the instant it touched Chen Changqing's palm by the Pure Yang Qi and Blood.
The phantom of the White Bone Demon Flood Dragon shattered inch by inch.
The spear, which was charging forward rapidly, was frozen in mid-air, unable to move forward any further.
"How is that possible?!"
Wang Long's expression changed drastically, his arm muscles bulged high, and his Law Power poured into the spear like a bursting river.
But no matter how hard he tried, the spear seemed to be embedded in the ancient divine mountain, remaining completely still.
Chen Changqing looked up and glanced at him.
"Absolute Peak Half-Step Heavenly Monarch, and this is all the strength you've got?"
The words had barely left his mouth.
Chen Changqing suddenly clenched his five fingers and exerted force.
Click!
A crisp, ear-piercing cracking sound echoed throughout the entire Floating Island.
The top-grade Bone Spear, which had been tempered by Yin Baleful Intent for tens of thousands of years, was as fragile as a dry, withered tree branch in Chen Changqing's hand, and shattered into countless bone fragments.
The violent recoil force surged back along the spear shaft.
Wang Long's palms were instantly torn open at the tiger's mouth, blood spurting out. He was thrown off the ground by the terrifying physical force and staggered back more than a hundred steps before landing heavily on the edge of the bone platform.
In the first round of combat, even weapons were crushed by bare hands.
The Central Domain's prodigies, who had been preparing to watch the show, all held their breath.
Nangong Tian opened his eyes wide, which had been slightly closed, revealing a deep and solemn expression.
The ability to crush a top-grade bone weapon with bare hands demonstrates a physical strength that far exceeds what True Lord Realm can achieve.
At the edge of the Battle Platform, Wang Long shook his blood-soaked hands, his Qi and Blood churning violently.
The original ferocity and confidence transformed in that instant into extreme shame, anger, and resentment.
"Great! Excellent!"
Wang Long's eyes gleamed with a thick, bloodshot light, and the flesh on his face trembled violently.
"It seems Qin Zhan's death was not unjust; you were indeed quite capable."
"But do you really think that's all Wang has to offer?"
Wang Long slowly straightened up and slammed his right palm into his chest acupoint.
Bang!
A dull cracking sound emanated from Wang Long's body.
An ancient and profound aura of sealing began to slowly awaken from the depths of his bloodline.
The black robe covering Wang Long's chest crumbled inch by inch.
Beneath the skin and flesh, a strange black and white Divergent Method seal was writhing wildly.
This Law Seals was drawn from extremely ancient netherworld runes, which swirled and intertwined like living underworld centipedes, climbing up his chest and down to his cheeks.
Wang Long's face turned deathly pale, devoid of any of the Blood Qi a living person should possess.
Two ghastly green fangs slowly emerged from the corners of his mouth.
"Bloodline transfer, respectfully inviting the Nether Bureau Yin Marshal to descend!"
Wang Long let out a long, shrill, and mournful howl.
The whistling sound was sharp and pierced directly through the defensive Sword Formation formed by four giant white bone swords around the Battle Platform.
Boom!
Without warning, the void directly above the Floating Island collapsed, creating a bottomless black hole.
There was neither the deathly aura of the Taiyin nor the malevolent mist of ordinary Ghost Cultivators.
Instead, a set of netherworld rules originating from the deepest part of the Nine Netherworlds Underworld was introduced.
This rule, cold and strict, carrying a vast will to reward good and punish evil, and to seize souls and spirits, descended upon Wang Long through the void rift.
Splash!
A pale white chain, as thick as a bowl, descended from the void and wrapped around Wang Long's arm.
Immediately afterwards.
Above Wang Long's head, the void twisted violently, condensing into a terrifying phantom that was a thousand feet tall.
The creature was draped in a wide, floor-length white burial robe, its face gaunt and pale, with a three-foot-long scarlet tongue protruding from its mouth.
The most striking feature was the towering white paper pointed hat he wore on his head.
On the front of the white cap, four large characters are clearly written in ancient seal script, as black as ink:
Instant wealth!
The Underworld Yin Marshal, White Impermanence, Xie Bi'an!
Although it was merely a projection of a Faxiang that descended from another realm, the imposing divine pressure it emitted instantly enveloped the entire world.
Wang Long's previously declining aura surged wildly at this moment.
The Absolute Peak Half-Step Heavenly Monarch!
Early Heavenly Monarch Stage!
With a deafening roar, the bone spurs all over Wang Long's body burst out completely, and his aura soared all the way, crossing that insurmountable barrier and forcefully rising to the genuine Middle Heavenly Monarch Stage!
The pale white Nether Bureau Underworld Fire burned fiercely on the surface of his armor.
A thick layer of white frost quickly condensed on the ground of the entire White Bone Battle Platform. Even the bone Sword Formation array runes used for protection on the edge of the Battle Platform flickered and groaned under this pressure.
Yama Heavenly Palace, White Jade Plaza.
The powerful figures present, who were just moments before stunned by Chen Changqing's bare-handed shattering of the spear, erupted in a frenzy the moment they saw the tall white paper hat appear.
"That's... the Faxiang of a ghost Nether Bureau from the Underworld?!"
The deputy city lord of Black Mountain City screamed, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
"Promotion and wealth! This is a projection of the White Impermanence brings instant fortune!"
"The Wang Family can actually invoke the power of the Underworld Yin Marshal?!"
The city lords and elders on the thirteen side hall viewing platforms all gasped in shock, their hair standing on end.
Although the Nine Netherworlds Ghost Cultivators practice the Yin Baleful Intent Dao, they are ultimately still considered living beings of heaven and earth.
The Underworld and the Nether Bureau are the highest authorities who truly control the Reincarnation life and death in the universe.
No matter how powerful Ghost Cultivator, once their lifespan is exhausted or their soul dissipates, they will be subject to the jurisdiction and detention of the Underworld's ghost messengers.
For Cultivator practice the Ghost Path, the aura of the Nether Bureau ghost messengers naturally carries an unparalleled bloodline suppression.
"No wonder the Wang Family acts so domineeringly in the Central Domain."
The Rakshasa Ghost King's hand holding the wine cup trembled slightly, and a deep sense of dread flashed in the depths of his eyes.
"It was rumored that the Wang Family's ancestor once served as a Nether Bureau in the Underworld, but I originally thought it was just a fabricated story."
"Now it seems that the Wang Family bloodline truly does contain the guiding Law Seals of the Underworld!"
The Dark Moon Ghost Lord's brows were also tightly furrowed.
She put down her wine glass and sat up straight.
Divine Dao of Borrowing Power.
With the blessing of the Yin Marshal Faxiang is at least at the True Immortal level, Wang Long's combat power has now fully entered the Heavenly Monarch level.
Even more deadly is that the power of the Underworld is specifically designed to counter the soul.
Once struck by that Mourning Staff, even if one's physical body is as hard as Black Iron, the Primordial Spirit in Sea of Consciousness will be forcibly extracted in an instant, leaving it at the mercy of the enemy.
Could Chen Changqing, a mere Cultivator from the Yang Realm, with his abundant Pure Yang Qi and Blood, possibly contend with the true authority of the Nether Bureau?