The essence of the Spirit Cultivator System, the Fifth Realm Manifestation, lies in condensing the Dharma Realm into Dharma Form. With every gesture, it carries the power of the vast world, accompanied by chains of laws, making it immensely powerful and capable of easily suppressing spiritual cultivators in the Dharma Realm.
With a single strike of the Dharma Form, the heavens and earth shattered.
Faced with the extremely Berserk attack before him, Logo did not choose to retreat.
Behind him, Five-Colored Divine Light swirled, and the crimson light suddenly shone brightly, faintly reflecting the phantom of a fire deity. He stood on a fire dragon, exuding a majestic aura, and his body was surrounded by rolling divine fire. With a roar, the world was suddenly engulfed in a sea of fire.
In an instant, the clouds within a radius of thousands of miles were shattered by the soaring flames and heat waves.
"Not good!"
The blue-armored deity's expression changed drastically.
Fire overcomes wood; facing such explosive flames, his own Dharma Form would likely be unable to withstand them.
"This Azure Lotus Holy Spirit is clearly also of the wood element. Even if it has some understanding of the principles of mutual generation and restraint among the five elements, how could it apply them so skillfully, as if it were an instinctive reaction?"
The blue-armored deity was completely baffled, but since things had come to this point, he could only do his best to resist and prolong the time.
The purpose was not to save Black Tiger Mountain, but to see the strength of the Azure Lotus Holy Spirit before him, so as to prepare for his true form to descend to the mortal realm and kill this fiend.
Upon first engaging in combat, the Azure Armored Deity realized that he was likely no match for the Azure Lotus Holy Spirit. He had a clear understanding of his own abilities, which was why he devised this tactic.
Buzz~
A sea of fire engulfed everything, causing the sky to tremble. Crackling sounds emanated from the flames, and billowing black smoke rose high into the sky. It was the reaction of the thousand-foot-tall Dharma Form after being scorched.
The once imposing Dharma Form was now charred, covered in sparks, a truly pitiful sight.
Upon seeing this, Qingmingzi and the other spiritual cultivators from Black Tiger Mountain felt a chill in their hearts, sensing that something terrible was about to happen.
It seems that even their own deity is at a disadvantage in a real fight, not just in terms of appearance!
"Boom!"
A tremendous roar resounded once more.
It was like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of many spiritual cultivators on Black Tiger Mountain.
The Dharma Form released by the Azure Armored Deity finally could not withstand the pressure and fell to the earth, followed by a massive amount of firelight that almost completely submerged the Black Tiger Mountain Range.
"May all souls be guided to the Yellow Springs and return to their origin!"
With his Dharma Form broken, the blue-armored deity, knowing he was about to fall, grew increasingly indifferent. He formed hand seals, drawing upon the Nether Realm death energy from the netherworld, which opened a massive gate constructed of gray-white bones behind him.
This is the Gate of the Nether Realm.
Legend has it that it leads to Realm of the Dead Netherworld.
Whew~
A chilling wind blew out, causing many spiritual practitioners' souls to tremble with fear, as if something terrible was about to descend.
Logo narrowed his eyes, about to shatter the Gate of the Nether Realm with a single blow, but the next moment, his brow twitched and he stopped.
With a flick of his fingers, Logo caught the invisible secrets of heaven. A strange look suddenly appeared on his lips, and his gaze toward the Gate of the Nether Realm seemed to be fixed on some delicious prey.
The blue-armored deity noticed the intriguing expression on Logo's face, his brow furrowing slightly, puzzled.
"Why didn't he interrupt me? Oh well, he brought this on himself. I guess he was just too inexperienced. I thought I'd need his true form to descend to the mortal realm to resolve this, but it seems that relying solely on a projection isn't so bad after all!"
"The ghostly army has descended!"
With arms outstretched, the azure-armored deity floated above the Gate of the Nether Realm, its body emanating billowing black energy.
With a sharp screech, a strange bird with nine heads burst forth from the Gate of the Nether Realm. Behind it stretched an endless army of ghostly soldiers, clad in black armor, wielding spears, their skin a bluish-black, their figures existing between reality and illusion, exuding a chilling and malevolent aura that filled the sky.
"Such a fierce aura! Are these the Legend Netherworld soldiers? It is said that these guys were born on Ancient Battlefield and are all top-tier ferocious creatures. When they come in groups, their power increases dramatically. I wonder if our lord can withstand them..." Yin Jiuyou's face showed worry.
If Logo is defeated and killed, he and the other spiritual cultivators from the Myriad Poisons Sect will definitely not survive either. Black Tiger Mountain and that divine projection will never let them go.
However, faced with a contest at the Manifestation level, Yin Jiuyou, having lost control of the Spirit Treasure Myriad Poisons Palace, had no room to intervene and could only wait passively.
It wasn't just the Myriad Poisons Sect that was in the same predicament, but also the group of spiritual cultivators from Black Tiger Mountain.
Now, their Fate is no longer in their own hands, but in the hands of those two terrifying figures in the sky.
"Go! Kill him!"
The ghostly soldiers filed out of the Gate of the Nether Realm, seemingly giving the blue-armored deity immense confidence. With a wave of his right hand, he issued a command filled with murderous intent.
As the summoner, and with his status as a deity of the Azure Radiance Palace, he was not worried that these Yin soldiers would turn against him.
If other spiritual cultivators were to rashly open the Gate of the Nether Realm, they would most likely be torn to shreds by the raging Yin soldiers, their souls and bodies completely devoured.
These creatures, conceived on the shores of the Yellow Springs, are extremely ruthless!
As expected, at the command of the Azure Armored Deity, the Yin Soldiers and the nine-headed monster bird did not attack Logo immediately, but instead turned to look at him.
A series of cold and menacing gazes swept over, enough to send chills down one's spine, as if they were confirming something.
Finally, with a cold snort from the blue-armored deity and a strange pattern appearing on his chest, the Yin soldiers turned around, letting out a piercing howl that could make one's soul tremble, and pounced on Logo.
In an instant, a cold wind rolled across the sky, and gloomy clouds gathered. Countless malevolent forces tore through the sky, spreading for thousands of miles, crisscrossing and intertwining, evolving into a scene of utter Destruction.
"Without the strength of the Late Manifestation Realm, there is absolutely no way to resist these Yin Soldiers!" The blue-armored deity's eyes were filled with anticipation, as if he could already see Logo being torn to shreds by the Yin Soldier army.
However, the next moment, his gaze suddenly froze.
Without any haste, Logo pointed a finger, and the five-colored light behind him receded and disappeared, replaced by a domain exuding an extremely yin and cold aura.
Within this realm, darkness and cold seem to reign eternally, devouring all light and heat, suppressing all yang attributes, and engulfing all negative emotions. Despair and fear rise and fall within it, creating various illusions.
Sixfold Dao Art, Abyss of Perdition!
This is Dao Art born from the Logo Yin Dao Vein.
Because it is not filled with Spirit Pattern and its foundation is extremely weak, Logo would not normally use it against enemies.
However, all things in the universe are interconnected, with each thing having its own strengths and weaknesses.
The Yin Soldiers, which are extremely troublesome for other spiritual cultivators, are naturally at a disadvantage when facing Logo's Dao Art from the Abyss of Perdition.
"Departed Soul Control!"
Logo pointed, and the dark expanse behind him, seemingly Abyss of Perdition that swallowed all light and heat, suddenly expanded, covering all the Yin soldiers.
A strange fluctuation spread out, and wherever it passed, ghostly soldiers knelt on one knee, while nine-headed monsters prostrated themselves in mid-air, as if paying homage to their king.
"Now, the roles have reversed!"
Logo a strange smile, feeling that his idea of creating Chaos Body was absolutely right. It would not be restrained at all, but on the contrary, it could restrain everyone.
"Go, tear him to pieces!"
At a command, the Yin soldiers turned around and charged towards the blue-armored deity without hesitation.
The latter's face was now ashen. After giving Logo a deep look, he snorted coldly and then detonated his projection.
A mushroom cloud, formed from the essence of heaven and earth, slowly rose.
This scene filled all the members of Black Tiger Mountain with utter despair.
As the Yin soldiers swept down, the disciples of the Myriad Poisons Sect pounced like wolves and tigers. This ancient sect, with a history of nearly 100,000 years, was left with only screams and flying blood.