Formless Thousand Faces

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

After leaving Yin Ji's residence, Ye Jinxuan disguised himself as an ordinary cultivator and walked around the capital of Great Yin, investigating and observing.

Until they arrived at a secluded, inconspicuous residential area.

The jade in his hand gleamed slightly as he casually set up an array to conceal his aura, a hint of joy in his heart.

They went straight inside.

Upon seeing this, Ye Anlan immediately came forward.

"How is it? Is everything going smoothly?"

Ye Jinxuan nodded, a faint smile on his face.

"Yin Ji agreed."

Ye Anlan's eyes lit up.

"Then let's..."

"No rush."

Ye Jinxuan waved his hand.

"My elder brother will arrive tonight with the main force; then we can proceed according to plan."

"Good! We must teach this new emperor of the Great Yin Dynasty a lesson!"

"Hey... Young Master ordered us to raid the imperial treasury and the palace's secret treasures first. We can't go back empty-handed."

On the way to Great Yin, Ye Jinming was followed by more than a hundred cultivators, all of whom were selected from the Rogue Cultivator.

They wore gilded black robes, similar to the attire of cultivators in the Firmament Heaven, and their cultivation level was all at the Foundation Establishment.

Another thing they have in common is that they are all cultivators who practice water-based Cultivation Method!

A hint of joy appeared on Ye Jinming's face, and a mysterious light emanated from his palm, instantly creating a mask in his hand.

Its texture is as thin as a cicada's wing, and it feels like nothing to the touch. Its entire body is a very pale silvery-gray, resembling neither frost nor mist.

But if you look closely, you'll find that the mask's surface is covered with mysterious patterns that seem to reflect any person's face.

The young master said, "This is the Formless Thousand Faces."

The Formless Thousand Faces is comparable to Purple Mansion Late Stage Spiritual Treasure!

Once this mask is worn, it can be activated using Secret Method to mimic a cultivator's aura, appearance, cultivation level, and even the characteristics of their Cultivation Method.

Below the Purple Mansion level, no one can detect it; even within the Purple Mansion, it is difficult to detect without specific Divine Ability.

However, with his current cultivation level, he can only maintain it for three hours at full strength.

However, the young master also borrowed a precious treasure from the Xie Clan, which will surely make it even more lifelike.

The jade on Ye Jinming's body shimmered with a faint light, and a message was transmitted into his Divine Sense.

Then he transmitted his voice to the many cultivators behind him.

"The capital of the Great Yin Kingdom is not far from here. Speed up and conceal your presence."

"The young master has stated beforehand that a generous reward will be given if this matter is handled well!"

"Promise!"

"Rest assured, sir. We have practiced diligently for the past two and a half months and will certainly not disappoint the young master!"

Southern Region, Ye Clan's Headquarters.

Ye Jinyu lay on Qing Lingxi's lap, and when she looked up, she felt a warm and soft touch. The slight coolness emanating from Qing Lingxi Azure Luan made Ye Jinyu feel extremely comfortable, and she closed her eyes to rest.

Qing Lingxi gently massaged him for a while, then lowered her head and said softly.

"Master, I have something to say, but I don't know if I should."

"Explain."

Ye Jinyu answered without hesitation.

"Since the Great Yin is unwilling to seek help, why must the young master insist on getting involved?"

The Sima Clan's annexation of the Northern Region is a foregone conclusion. It wouldn't be a bad strategy for us to sit back and observe the outcome, then reap the benefits.

"Keep pressing, don't stop."

After saying that, Ye Jinyu changed her posture and said in a questioning tone.

"Sima Ruiming conquered hundreds of cities in succession, his momentum was like a whale swallowing a dynasty, his invasion was like fire, and his journey was smooth sailing. Wherever he went, the cultivators welcomed him with all their heart."

What do you think? Is it really as simple as it seems on the surface?

Qing Lingxi hesitated for a moment, then said, "Young Master, do you mean..."

"The Sima Clan had already planned this conquest long ago. But success depends on man, and fate on plan! And fate? It may not be what you see."

"Sima Ruiming may or may not be incapable of achieving anything, but he may or may not succeed."

"This day wasn't going to be so smooth sailing, without any setbacks. That's not the path to becoming a king; there must be other tricks up my sleeve. That's why I have to get involved!"

Ye Jinyu paused.

"I wish to sit atop the Jade Wall? Heaven will surely forbid it..."

"Besides, my Ye Clan has gone to great lengths and exhausted all our efforts. If we don't participate, it would be a sign of our incompetence and lack of wisdom!"

"But unexpectedly, this new emperor of the Great Yin is ungrateful! In this game, he missed the most crucial move. This fool, for the sake of his ridiculous pride, can't let go of his hatred..."

"Refusing to follow the heavenly plan? Who does he think he is?"

Qing Lingxi nodded upon hearing this.

Not to mention, the Thousand Faces Formless that I obtained for 20,000 Heavenly Mandate Points is truly a powerful tool for framing, murder, and robbing!

You can't fool the True Lord, but you Yin Huan, should be secretly happy.

The capital of the Great Yin Dynasty, south gate.

There is no moon tonight; dark clouds cover the sky.

In the darkness, a figure approached silently.

It was Yin Ji.

He stood before the city gate, gazing at the walls of the capital, his hands trembling slightly.

A voice sounded from behind.

"The prince truly trusts people."

Yin Ji turned around and saw a person dressed in black robes walk out.

The black robe concealed the man's face, revealing only a pair of deep, dark eyes.

"The garrison commander at the south gate... is one of my trusted confidants."

Yin Ji's voice was extremely low, as if he had made up his mind.

"At midnight tonight, he will be ordered by the king to go out of the city to patrol."

"The city gates... will be open."

"You must not forget your promise! Do as you please!"

The man in black robes bowed respectfully and disappeared into the night.

Midnight.

The south gate of the capital of the Great Yin Dynasty.

Tonight, a sudden downpour began, with countless white feathers falling from the sky, as if the heavens were collapsing, engulfing the capital in a vast, chaotic expanse.

The garrison on the city wall was ordered to leave the city. The south gate was dark and secluded, and no lights were lit.

Suddenly, several beams of light shone brightly in the darkness!

The color was as solid as ink, as heavy as a thousand pounds, and wherever it passed, the air seemed to be compressed and frozen!

The surface of the water is constantly rippling with fine waves, each wave as heavy as a mountain.

It was none other than the Mystic Origin Heavy Water!

Weighing over a thousand pounds, it gathered into a wave and crashed into the capital.

As the first wave crashed down, the palace collapsed three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in ruins.

As the second wave crashed down, the city's protective array trembled violently, cracks spreading like a spiderweb.

Before the third wave had even subsided, numerous figures had already arrived, surging forward on the vast, towering waters.

The leader was dressed in a black robe with gilded gold, with a handsome face and a jade crown on his head. His face was hidden in the shadows, but his eyes were as cold as an abyss.

Surrounded by vast water vapor, the azure magic Law Power conjured the phantom of a dragon.

"It's Sima Ruiming!"

"Enemy attack--!"

Boom!!!

Before the words were finished, the water crashed down with a deafening roar. The ten thousand imperial guards who had come to the rescue were crushed to death by the Mystic Origin Heavy Water, turning into a blood mist.

Sima Ruiming stood with his hands behind his back on the vast expanse, overlooking the entire royal city.

His voice was deep, yet it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Yin Huan, you ungrateful brat, get out here now!"

Today, I'll make you face reality!

As he spoke, the Mystic Origin Heavy Water suddenly expanded, hanging above the royal city, its eerie light swirling, poised to unleash its power.

He merely raised his hand slightly.

In an instant, the waters of heaven and earth surged and churned.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The palace's sleeping quarters.

Yin Huan suddenly opened his eyes while he was cultivating.

He grabbed the Tai'e beside him and was about to rush out of the palace when he bumped into his uncle, Prince Yin Ji.

"Your Majesty! The North Gate has been attacked! It was Sima Ruiming himself who arrived!"

Yin Huan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Sima Ruiming? How could he... His army is so far away! How could he have come?!"

"I do not know!" Yin Ji said urgently.

"Your Majesty, flee quickly! I will lead the men to cover our retreat!"

"Leave?" Yin Huan sneered. "I am the ruler of the Great Yin. Where can I go?"

He drew his sword and, harnessing his Law Power and true essence, prepared to charge outwards.

Yin Ji grabbed him.

"Nephew!"

"Let go!"

"Your Majesty!" Yin Ji's eyes were red-rimmed.

"My elder brother entrusted His Majesty to this old minister before his death! I cannot watch you go to your death!"

Yin Huan looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Uncle! Do you know what Father Emperor hates most?"

Yin Ji remained silent.

"What my father hates most are those who are afraid of death."

Yin Huan spoke each word clearly.

"If I were to flee today, how would I face him in the afterlife?"

He broke free from Yin Ji's grasp and strode forward.

The Tai'e Sword trembled and emitted a deep sword sound.

After Yin Huan left.

"Gentlemen, please make yourselves at home within this palace."

Yin Ji stood there alone, eyes closed, forcing back his grief, and spoke.

"Rest assured, we have always kept our word and will preserve your bloodline."

"Anlan, hurry!"

Sima Ruiming stood in mid-air, looking down at the chaotic capital city below.

Behind him, over a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators emerged and brutally slaughtered the Great Yin soldiers who had come to reinforce him.

Under the onslaught of the water-attribute treasures, Law Power coalesced, unleashing colossal waves that crashed down, shattering the royal capital's buildings and leaving it in ruins.

Sima Ruiming's lips curled up slightly.

Suddenly, an incomparably domineering sword intent soared into the sky from the depths of the capital. The sword intent was unsheathed, its sharpness fully revealed, carrying an unwavering determination!

Yin Huan arrived through the air, Tai'e in hand, his body surging with sword intent!

"Sima Ruiming! You despicable scoundrel!"

He roared, and his sword flashed like a rainbow, slashing straight down!

A strange light flashed in Sima Ruiming's eyes.

He immediately produced a precious pearl, which was none other than the Marsh Dragon Treasure Pearl that Xie Qingying had used before.

Suddenly, the pearl materialized into a ferocious dragon, roaring as it charged towards Yin Huan.

Boom!

The sword light collided with the dragon, and the resulting shockwave leveled the surrounding buildings!

Yin Huan immediately retreated dozens of feet, his tiger's mouth split open, and blood flowed down the sword.

But he did not back down.

He gritted his teeth and charged forward again!

One sword, two swords, three swords...

But every sword strike was blocked by the dragon, and each strike only made his injuries worse.

But Yin Huan could not back down.

Sima Ruiming looked at him, a strange meaning suddenly appearing in his eyes.

"Interesting," he said softly.

"Unfortunately, and utterly ridiculous... It's like an ant trying to shake a tree!"

Sima Ruiming raised the precious pearl towards Yin Huan, and then countless Mystic Origin Heavy Water converged, transforming into countless tiny water arrows that covered the sky and the earth.

The water arrow formed from Mystic Origin Heavy Water emitted an exceptionally astonishing aura.

That was a destructive power capable of instantly piercing through and killing Foundation Establishment cultivator, containing a chilling intensity.

The dragon phantom roared, unleashing a vast and ferocious aura, as if it would tear it apart at any moment!

Yin Huan's eyes were resolute; he knew that hiding was useless.

He stared intently at the dragon and the countless water arrows, his Tai'e held horizontally in front of his chest.

Am I going to die?

He suddenly recalled the image of the late emperor's departing figure before his death.

The late emperor said, "From this day forward, you will be the heaven of the Great Yin."

But now, the sky is about to collapse.

Just then...

A sword light swept across the sky.

The sword light was as dazzling as the blazing sun, its domineering power causing the heavens and earth to change color with a single strike!

"Your Majesty, do not panic! We swear to protect you with our lives!"

It turned out that the eight hundred armored soldiers left behind by the late emperor had gathered in the palace and joined forces to unleash this domineering sword strike!

Then, the Tai'e on his chest also underwent a strange and sudden change.

"Tai'e!"

Yin Huan exclaimed in surprise.

The Tai'e Sword met and converged with the sword light, its blade trembling and emitting a series of dragon-like roars.

That is the pride of a domineering sword, and the unyielding will!

The water arrow, the dragon, and the sword strike collided, unleashing a deafening roar.

The entire capital seemed to be trembling, broken and cracked everywhere!

Tai'e fell, Yin Huan was pinned to the ground, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"The Tai'e Sword... is quite interesting."

"Unfortunately... you never grasped the power of dominance!"

Even after exhausting all efforts, it was so easily and indifferently dismissed, as if dust had been brushed away?

A sense of despair suddenly welled up in Yin Huan's heart.

Sima Ruiming then looked at the eight hundred armored soldiers.

"These eight hundred men are your only support, aren't they?!"

"Then I will let you watch them perish!"

"Come on, everyone!"

"Promise!"

The black and gold robes on Sima Ruiming's body fluttered gently.

The hundred or so Foundation Establishment cultivators who were originally in the city immediately flew over and stood together in the sky.

Then, working together, the Mystic Origin Heavy Water, which had been floating in the sky, surged and converged on the palace from all directions.

Sima Ruiming sneered, then pressed down with his palm.

Heavy as a thousand pounds, under the immense and overwhelming gravity.

What about the eight hundred armored soldiers? Their highest cultivation level was only Foundation Establishment. In just a few breaths, under that power that could crush everything, screams rose and fell.

The soldiers were pinned to the ground, blood seeping from their seven orifices, their skin cracking and veins bulging.

Some tried to resist, but their meridians were crushed and ruptured first, and blood soaked through their armor, almost bursting into a blood mist!

"Stop--!!"

Yin Huan roared.

"Sima Ruiming!!!"