Asura Dao
Three thousand miles northwest of the Wuji Sacred Sect lies a desolate and lifeless land.
As far as the eye can see, there are only jagged rocks and withered vegetation.
Barren, withered mountains lay sprawled on the earth like the skeletons of giant beasts.
One of them is particularly eye-catching, with ancient broken walls and weathered stone pillars scattered all over the mountain, and one can vaguely see that this was once a large sect's ruins.
However, it has long since been completely looted by the passage of time and countless monks who came to "treasure hunt".
Even the soil had been scraped away in several layers, leaving only utter desolation and ruin.
Suddenly, a dark red streak of light streaked across the horizon at an astonishing speed, accompanied by a low sonic boom.
A moment later, the streaking light crashed down at the foot of the barren mountain.
A tall and imposing figure was revealed.
The newcomer was extremely tall and muscular, his black outfit stretched taut.
He had long, fiery red hair that cascaded freely over his shoulders. His face was rugged, with sharp, chiseled features, and his brows were filled with an untamed and fierce aura.
Between his eyebrows was a complex and eerie dark red mark, seemingly woven from flowing magma and congealed blood, adding to his sinister and ferocious appearance.
His style was quite different from that of ordinary cultivators; he seemed more like a war demon from some ancient legend.
This person was Chang Qing.
Looking around, Chang Qing took out an old catalog with a special material and yellowed edges, and compared it with the ruins in front of him, which had been stripped bare of even the grass.
His thick brows furrowed tightly as he muttered to himself in a hoarse voice, like the grinding of sand. "The Divine Silkworm Sect —this godforsaken place has been turned upside down by our predecessors."
What kind of damn secret treasure could possibly be left?
He won this catalog many years ago in a life-or-death struggle.
The above vaguely records that a hidden, undiscovered treasure lies within the outer ruins of the High Antiquity sect "Divine Silkworm Sect".
But looking at this scene before me, even mice would cry and leave.
His heart began to pound with apprehension.
Just as he composed himself and prepared to step forward to examine the map and his own senses more carefully, he suddenly stopped in his tracks!
Suddenly, the strange dark red mark between his eyebrows lit up with a scorching light.
The skin split open from the middle, revealing a slowly rotating, cold, and ruthless vertical eye with a dark gold pupil!
Suddenly, his vertical eyes snapped open, instantly locking onto a corner of a broken stone tablet half-buried in the ground not far away.
There, lying quietly, lay an origami crane that seemed out of place in its surroundings.
Chang Qing raised his hand and grabbed at the air, and an invisible suction force instantly pulled the origami crane into his hand.
He glanced down at the exquisitely crafted talisman, chuckled, and said with undisguised mockery and killing intent, "Since you're here, why hide like a ground rat?"
Get out here!
As soon as he finished speaking, all that could be heard was the whistling wind.
There was still complete silence; there was no response.
You shameless bastard!
Chang Qing Qing's last bit of patience ran out, and his anger surged.
The dark gold vertical eye on his forehead suddenly rotated, and a hazy gray light, seemingly capable of stripping away all pretense and piercing through illusion, shot out from it.
Like a searchlight, it swept across the surrounding ruins, rocks, and even the void!
Under the sweeping gaze of this eerie eye, any method of illusion or concealment would likely be difficult to escape detection.
Just as the gray light swept across a seemingly empty pile of rocks, a deafening "BOOM!!!" erupted.
A deep, thunderous roar suddenly exploded!
A massive, heavy, and domineering wooden yoke, entwined with rays of purifying light, tore through space and descended from the sky with a terrifying wind pressure like a falling meteorite.
It slammed down with perfect accuracy on the spot where Chang Qing had just been standing!
Chang Qing reacted with astonishing speed. The instant the wooden shackles appeared, his figure transformed into a blurry crimson shadow and retreated rapidly!
"Bang!!!"
The wooden yoke crashed down violently.
The ground trembled violently, sending debris flying and dust billowing into the sky.
A deep pit, several meters in diameter, instantly appeared where Chang Qing had been standing, with cracks spreading across the bottom of the pit.
At the same time, the sky around this barren mountain suddenly darkened without warning, as if shrouded by a huge gray curtain.
The light became dim and oppressive, and a chilling Formation Art fluctuation and eerie ghostly aura permeated the air.
The deadly trap has already been set in motion silently!
Under the dim and oppressive sky, the barren ruins of the mountain seemed even more eerie.
Faced with the sudden bombardment of the wooden shackles and the abrupt change in the environment, Chang Qing remained calm despite his shock; instead, his arrogant eyes ignited an even more intense fighting spirit.
He twisted his thick neck, making a crisp "crack" sound.
The dark red Asura Sha Qi around him rose like flames, making him appear like a demon god descended to earth.
"You cowardly rat, is that all you've got?!" He roared, his voice echoing across the land.
The rolling sound waves materialized, wreaking havoc in all directions!
His response was met with an even more powerful offensive from the depths of the shadows!
Splash-
The Soul Refining Banner, which had been hidden within the formation, finally manifested, standing atop a distorted shadow, its surface flaring wildly!
This time, it wasn't just a few hundred vengeful spirits, but a full two hundred powerful vengeful spirits that had undergone multiple devouring and transformations, their forms solid as living people, except for their jet-black eyes and deathly pale faces.
Like a flood of the Styx bursting its banks, it roared and surged forth!
They were no longer unconscious attacks, but were subtly forming a battle formation.
Ghostly claws tore at the sky, a howling wind arose, and dense ghostly energy transformed into a tangible black mist.
It not only obscures vision, but also continuously erodes and weakens Chang Qing Qing's Asura Sha Qi and protective True Essence.
Furthermore, dozens of exceptionally powerful Main Soul lurk within the ghostly mist, waiting for an opportunity to unleash deadly soul piercings and Curse.
Almost at the same moment the vengeful spirit lunged out, the ground beneath Chang Qing's feet churned violently!
[The Nether Spring White Bone Method]
"Snap! Snap! Snap!"
One hundred and eight white bone skulls flew out, cawing eerily.
Their eye sockets burned with fierce soul fire, and like a meteor shower, they fearlessly crashed into Chang Qing, exploding with a deafening roar as they approached.
Each exploding skull unleashes a deadly storm powerful enough to corrode the bones and annihilate the soul!
In the blind spot of Chang Qing's perception, a faint, dark light, like that of black jade, quietly emerged.
Qi Yun remained hidden in the shadows, sitting calmly cross-legged.
He held the three-inch-tall [Mystic Nether One Qi Bottle] in his hands.
The bottle's mouth was slightly tilted, and strands of invisible and intangible [Mystic Nether Erosion], seemingly capable of devouring light, fell silently like venomous snakes with life.
It merged with the ghostly mist, seeped into the ground, and even clung to the exploding bone dust.
They do not attack directly, but they relentlessly erode Chang Qing's protective power.
They attempted to corrupt its Dao Foundation and erode its True Essence.
It caused them to feel as if they were trapped in an invisible quagmire, and the flow of their power gradually became sluggish.
The triple killing move, like a net from heaven and earth, instantly engulfed Chang Qing!
However, Chang Qing, who had earned such a great reputation with only the eighth level of the Inner Mansion Qi Refining Eighth Layer, was no ordinary person.
"Asura Battle Body, activate!"
Sensing the overwhelming murderous intent around him, Chang Qing grinned maliciously, his muscles bulged, and dark red, complex demonic patterns appeared on his skin. His aura surged instantly.
Faced with attacks coming from all directions, he neither dodged nor avoided, but instead condensed a solidified Asura Baleful Intent Gang on his fists and unleashed it fiercely!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Wherever his fist struck, the vengeful spirits were instantly blasted apart, and he forcefully withstood the impact of the skull's self-destruction with his physical body and Sha Qi.
His physical body was incredibly strong, and his recovery ability was even more astonishing.
The fist-sized hole that was blasted open was visibly repaired.
[Asura Method - Military Sha Arsenal]
As he chanted a low incantation, phantom images of eight different weapons—swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks—suddenly appeared Chang Qing Changqing.
He casually grabbed a large axe, swung it with all his might, and the axe light that suddenly burst forth in a crescent shape.
The vengeful spirits and skeletons that swept in were shattered into dust like phantoms, a truly terrifying sight.
With the Eight Weapons at his disposal, Chang Qing transforms into a living Asura.
No matter how many vengeful spirits and skeletons there were, he fought even more fiercely, his aura grew ever more imposing, and the demonic runes on his body became increasingly dazzling.
Single-handedly, Chang Qing withstood the relentless bombardment of Qi Yun's triple Law Technique.
Amidst the ruins, ghostly wails and howls filled the air, bones flew everywhere, Sha Qi soared to the heavens, and dark currents flowed.
The raging power collided and annihilated each other.
This further destroyed the already dilapidated ruins.
Outside the battlefield, beneath the fluttering black banner, Qi Yun sat cross-legged, his expression calm and undisturbed.
His aura blended perfectly with the environment and the triple Law Technique, making him the master of this area.
With his eyes half-closed, Qi Yun enveloped the entire area with his Divine Sense, occasionally flicking his fingers lightly.
The changes in the black energy of the Soul Refining Banner could either make the angle of the White Bone Skeleton's surprise attack more treacherous, or make the Mystic Nether Erosion's erosion more covert.
At this moment, he was like a calm chess player, sitting steadily on the chessboard, making his moves with composure.
No matter how much the opponent charges left and right on the chessboard, creating huge waves, they still cannot escape the inescapable net he has laid.
"The Asura Dao truly lives up to its name." Qi Yun muttered to himself, his eyes revealing not a hint of anxiety, but rather a touch of admiration.
"However, if that's all you've got."
That's all for today.
With another thought, the Mystic Nether One Qi Bottle, which had been hovering in front of him, began to shimmer with a dark jade-like luster, brewing an even stronger murderous intent.