Flowing Waves

[Ghost-Vein White Ape: Nine Mountains and Thousand Forests, the Jufu, Ghost God Enter Dreams, Different Fetus Returns to Ancestor.]

Because the Ghost God "Mirror Ape" became increasingly active, sending messages in dreams at will, the descendants born there, upon reaching adulthood, awakened supernatural powers and made offerings to their ancestors.

Trait (Supernatural Power):

Firstly, Ninety Percent Aberrant Veins, except for the heart and brain, are no longer vital, and the remaining limbs and organs can regenerate through sufficient food and rest.

Secondly, it can Rotten Earth into Gold, shaping it at will, making it as hard as metal or rock. It is a microcosm of the divine nature of the ancestral ape race in the Spirit Realm.

The moment Chu Tianshu killed Ma Lingbai, a notification popped up on the Youdu Token.

That's quite rare.

Ma Lingbai's blood and energy are abundant, and his mind is also protected by the pure blood and energy.

Chu Tianshu used the full power of the Vertical and Horizontal Simple Seal to affect the opponent's senses, causing a slight deviation in the connection of his strength when he was spinning, creating a small opening.

Even after an opening appeared, the inertia of the spinning impact remained, still making Chu Tianshu feel a bit of danger.

Such a vigorous and lively creature, with no trace of evil energy, was not detected in its body during its lifetime.

Again, both body and soul perished, and there was no chance for him to undergo a transformation after death like Chen Zuqi.

In Chu Tianshu's understanding, it shouldn't be considered Evil Spirit.

However, the Youdu Token not only classified him as Evil Spirit, but also proactively displayed a notification.

Could it be because the other party is a descendant of Ghost God and gods?!

The thought in Chu Tianshu's mind flashed by in an instant, and his gaze locked onto the paper figure in the southeast corner of the field.

That is undoubtedly an Evil Spirit.

I have no idea what he did with his own body.

The evil spirit attached to the paper figure is so potent that it's almost palpable!

Even a mere empty paper figure, driven by this sinister aura, was able to contend with the heavy stone knife wielded by Feng Jianhua.

The white shadows, like drifting snowflakes, swirled and lingered in all directions.

However, Feng Jianhua's swordsmanship was profound. With a set of Bagua Saber, he made the heavy stone knife move like a butterfly flitting around his body.

It appears that Feng Jianhua is adopting a defensive stance.

But as he wielded his blade, he suddenly unleashed a swift slash.

The paper figure, a white shadow, would surely be shattered to pieces if it tried to escape hastily.

Chu Tianshu glanced around and immediately pinpointed the location, his figure suddenly darting out.

Where he exerted his strength, a large dent appeared in the paddy field.

The water ahead was stirred by the air currents as his figure passed by, like silk being cut open by a sharp blade.

Bass!!

Just as the watermarks were about to spread to the paper figure, a splash of red paint suddenly rose from the water.

The peach wood sword, which had previously flown far away, was still being pulled and controlled after landing on the water.

Unbeknownst to them, the wooden sword had returned to the vicinity of the paper figure.

Gao Ming originally wanted to find a suitable opportunity to launch a surprise attack on Feng Jianhua with the wooden sword.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Ma Lingbai was dead, and another powerful expert from the opposing side attacked.

The peach wood sword burst forth from the water in an emergency.

Chu Tianshu thrust out with his staff, its speed no less than that of the peach wood sword.

Its power far surpasses that of this peach wood sword that can be controlled remotely.

The wooden sword made a crisp sound, about to explode, when a rectangular talisman with inscriptions in seal script on its hilt suddenly lit up.

Boom!!!

The talisman failed to protect the wooden sword; instead, it caused the sword to explode even more completely.

The burst of white smoke that exploded into the air caused Chu Tianshu to stumble.

When the wooden sword exploded, a shockwave traveled out even faster than the white blast wave.

Stimulated by this fluctuation, the paper figure experienced a chain reaction and exploded on the spot.

It looked like a large red and black firework exploding on the spot.

In an instant, the knife in Feng Jianhua's hand spun like a shield in front of him, blocking many of the red and black flashes.

If it were merely the paper figure's yin energy, it wouldn't have produced such a stunning effect under Feng Jianhua's powerful suppression.

But Gao Ming borrowed the yang energy from the explosion of the peach wood sword.

The interaction and stimulation of Yin and Yang resulted in explosive forces from both directions exceeding normal levels.

Laugh!

Feng Jianhua's hand holding the knife suddenly slowed down slightly, becoming as gentle as if he were holding an ear pick, and he thrust forward with a quick dip.

Several streaks of red light hit his face, leaving scorch marks, but they couldn't affect the focus in his eyes.

The tip of the thick stone knife was stuck to a piece of talisman paper the size of a fingernail.

The scorch marks on the edges of the paper were suppressed by internal True Qi and preserved in a rescue attempt.

Chu Tianshu rushed over, and without saying a word, he used his left hand to insert a silver needle and pick up the piece of paper.

"I can see Spirit Body directly, but I didn't see it just now; I saw his soul break free from the paper figure and escape..."

Chu Tianshu channeled his Mind Power into the silver needles, a hint of doubt in his voice, before suddenly realizing the truth.

"He must have transformed his soul into some form that was not human, but smaller and more agile."

However, such a form would require a host body far more than a typical Evil Spirit.

The silver needle floats slightly in the air, its tip pointing in a specific direction.

In this direction, a small red shadow that had burrowed underground had returned to Gao Ming's residence.

The red shadow emerged from the ground; it turned out to be a line of ancient characters, no bigger than an ant.

There are about ten characters in total, connected in a line.

The red figure moved across the stone bricks, climbing up the stone steps until it reached the three-foot-high octagonal altar.

Inside this solemn hall, there was only one main entrance; there was no other place that allowed for ventilation.

Even though it's bright and sunny outside, it's as dark as midnight here.

A tall, thin figure sat cross-legged on the altar, draped in a wide white robe, the robe devoid of any other color.

The red shadow entered the body, and a red vertical mark appeared on the wizard's fair forehead as he opened his eyes.

"They'll probably come after us, no, they definitely will!"

A ruthless glint appeared on Gao Ming's pale face. "There's no way to escape like this."

The wizard raised his hands above his head and began chanting a long and difficult incantation.

A faint fragrance gradually wafted into the dark hall.

Initially, the fragrance rose from the ground, and gradually it spread to many places on the walls as well.

Those are all Spirit-Faith Incense.

Every month, five catties of Spirit-Faith Incense are used to coat this hall.

This spice can only be extracted from the staple food of the Black Tooth Clan, harvested during the green rice stage.

The amount lost during the refining process far exceeds the loss ratio of Water-Refined Solomon's Seal.

Even the other six wizards, because they had a wider variety of collections, couldn't manage to produce five catties of Spirit-Faith Incense every month.

Only Gao Ming focused on using this spice.

This kind of spice, aside from being used to communicate with Ghost God, is practically useless in regular spiritual practice.

The fragrance gathered above the altar, like a vortex.

As the incantation to the gods grew longer and longer, the vortex spun faster and faster.

A strange scene, resembling ripples on water and moonlight, shimmered within the whirlpool.

A profound power flowed down from it, causing Gao Ming's body to swell up as if inflated.

First, there was the face; the left side of the forehead bulged, then the right cheek, followed by a bulge on the neck—it was shockingly ugly.

As this strange phenomenon spread throughout his body, Gao Ming found himself standing up involuntarily, straightening all his limbs.

Physically, he does look a bit better now.

But his skin had separated from his flesh.

The skin is visibly swollen, and beneath the transparent skin layer lies fresh, unchanging flesh and blood.

There is something else, filling the space between the skin and the flesh.

Boom!!

The main door to the hall shattered, and light suddenly shone into the dark space.

Chu Tianshu, wielding an iron rod, charged in, his momentum like that of a dragon, his target the figure on the altar.

Although he hadn't specifically practiced the spear techniques within the Golden Cicada Sect School of Taiji Fist, at his current level, they were readily available and easily mastered.

He was prepared to encounter protective shields around the altar, just like he had done in the underground levels of Guangling.

However, this blow had already penetrated into the altar's perimeter and still encountered no resistance.

Only the wizard suddenly extended his right hand.

Gao Ming's palm, which was originally pale, was now swollen and, when stretched, seemed to be a crystal-like material, a giant hand the size of a palm-leaf fan.

Different blood-red runes appeared in the palms and within each knuckle.

Thump!!!!

The iron rod struck Gao Ming's palm with unwavering force.

Because the force was so concentrated and so fierce, the iron rod didn't even have a chance to bend to the side to dissipate the force.

The iron rod shattered into dozens or even hundreds of pieces the moment it collided with the metal.

Even the piece that Chu Tianshu was holding in his hand was affected and shattered.

But Chu Tianshu's eyes flashed with a blue light, and he stomped heavily on the ground, his empty hand turning into a punch.

His fists possess a far more complex power than any stick can convey.

This punch, once unleashed, exploded, swirled, stretched, penetrated, and vibrated, along with a dozen or so waves of internal energy that erupted directly through the meridians, without the need to consider energy loss as with weapon transmission.

The wizard's crystal hand withstood the punch, and his entire body erupted with a tremor almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

The altar where the two of them stood, which should have been built of solid stone, suddenly split in two.

The half beneath Chu Tianshu's feet was pressed down, becoming as solid as iron.

The other half, however, didn't produce a particularly powerful cracking sound at all; it just made a buzzing sound before turning into sand and gravel that flew everywhere.

The wizard was sent flying backward, crashing into the wall.

Behind the wall, however, a stone knife plunged in first.

Before Gao Ming even hit the wall, the tip of the knife had already pierced through the wall and was more than three inches long, pointing directly at Gao Ming's spine.

The wizard suddenly slapped his chest with his left hand.

The moment his back touched the tip of the blade, the longsword seemed to be frozen in an incredibly solid layer of ice.

The ice sheet was exactly the same size as the wizard's torso.

The wizard's left hand shifted, his thumb pinching the base of his middle finger, and he patted his chest again.

The talismans on each of his knuckles are different, and with a slight change in his finger gestures, a completely new combination of talismans is created.

The ice suddenly shattered, and flames erupted from inside the stone knife.

The blade exploded, and fiery red cracks covered the entire wall.

There was a huge talisman on the wall.

It wasn't pre-carved, but rather the power of the wizard's palm strike created such an intricate crack.

Just as Chu Tianshu was about to give chase, he was struck head-on by the red light, and the shadow cast on the ground behind him was extremely clear, causing him to freeze inexplicably.

He felt the temperature of his blood rise rapidly under the red light.

Almost instantly, I felt a pain that was about to boil over.

"Kill!!"

The wizard's uttered word "kill," carrying a distant, echoing tone, suddenly lunged back from the wall.

Chu Tianshu raised his hand with all his might to meet the opponent's palms.

In the ensuing struggle, Chu Tianshu felt his internal energy surge violently and become unstable, and his blood burned unbearably, causing him to fly backward on the spot.

The wizard followed closely, launching a series of attacks.

Those two enormous crystal hands suddenly created ice, then fire, and then grew even larger, their palms almost covering half a person's body, incredibly heavy.

Chu Tianshu unleashed his most skillful Palm Thunder, imbued with the essence of Taiji.

With each collision, the force and internal energy in his palms were triggered like lightning.

But instead of trying to penetrate that crystal hand, she used it as a propulsion device, pushing him back even faster.

In the blink of an eye, the wizard had chased him to within a hundred meters.

No single move could actually hit him.

However, Chu Tianshu had no time to suppress the burning blood in his body, and hot blood was already overflowing from his mouth.

"Kill!"

The wizard Gao Ming spoke again.

This time, the echoing sound was even stronger, like the distant roar of a cow in the deep water.

The skin on the wizard's forehead bulged rapidly at the mention of the word, like a tumor, its tip growing sharper and sharper until it formed two thick, long, pointed horns.

Its appearance is already 90% similar to the statue of the river god.

Throughout history, all Ghost God have possessed an instinct.

The influence of many Ghost God needs to be supported by believers; however, the instincts of many Ghost God are not suitable for developing a large number of followers.

Like the Tree of Dragon Flower, there have been traces of religious sects in various parts of the world throughout history. Their organizations were often quite well-organized and they have repeatedly stirred up turmoil for the throne.

While the God of Vengeance considerable influence, none of his individual forces have ever been able to expand to a significant scale.

Among the followers of Mirror Ape, personal grudges run deep, and mutual killings are quite common.

In comparison, the God of Flowing Waves is even less suitable for developing a following.

--The flowing waves reflect the image, and the stars, grass, and trees all sway in the breeze!

Everything reflected in water appears less stable than the things themselves.

The instinct of the God of Flowing Waves is to amplify instability.

This is reflected not only in the personal relationships between shamans, but also in their choices regarding expansion strategies.

This is even reflected in their own spiritual practice.

The Lotus Leaf Old Man and other sorcerers only knew that each blessing could heal all hidden injuries and ailments.

However, why is it that despite possessing all the resources of Fanliang Land and being able to enjoy the best environment and spiritual herbs, the seven shamans still suffer numerous hidden injuries during their annual cultivation?

Is it because their sorcery has become more advanced, and they are all eager for quick results?

All seven wizards may have pondered this question, but six of them failed to find a solution and put it out of their minds.

Only Gao Ming broke through the mental barriers and realized the truth that "God is influencing the shaman."

But he was unwilling, so he abandoned the gods and benefits he had been making offerings to for many years.

Ultimately, there is always an unstable aspect to everything in the world.

Leaving this god might not be any better.

Staying by this god's side could also bring greater rewards than the effort put in.

The God of Flowing Waves has survived to this day indicates that he has a certain ability to regulate his instincts.

What we need to do now is to first enter the realm favored by this Ghost God.

After examining his cultivation of the Yin-Yang Paper Doll technique, Gao Ming pondered deeply and then forged himself a spirit peach wood sword brimming with Yang energy and adept at dispelling evil.

The yin energy emanating from him has never been at peace since then.

However, during the subsequent grand ceremony, Gao Ming sincerely prayed and shared his insights, which indeed brought him even greater benefits.

The two magical techniques, "Blood-Branded Paper Man" and "Peach Sword Banishes Evil," were increasingly distorted by him as he practiced them, yet he also unearthed their potential and made rapid progress.

After that, with only two major sacrifices, he had firmly established himself as the top of the seven sorcerers.

In order to gain more favor, he used the method of paper dolls to modify his physical body by analogy.

Unfortunately, his modifications to his physical body are not yet fully complete.

He wanted to borrow divine power to escape.

However, once this force was truly unleashed...

The will of the God of Flowing Waves controlled him to relentlessly pursue Chu Tianshu, seemingly determined to kill him here.

That's fine, since God cannot be controlled by believers at will.

But why was this person on the other side able to withstand the onslaught of a god?

The more they compete, the brighter this person's eyes become.

What's a little blood?

Chu Tianshu unleashed his full power, his eyes burning with a intensity greater than bloodlust.

As long as I can hold you off! Laozi didn't come alone!

Even if it's a god...

An angry roar erupted from behind the hall, and the cracked walls crumbled into pieces.

The brick and stone debris floated in mid-air, making it difficult for it to fall.

"That's incredibly disrespectful to an old man like me!!"

The roc spreads its wings, lamenting that the sky is too low!

A cyan shadow, like a rainbow piercing the sun, crashed into the wizard.

The wizard was prepared; he was about to slap his chest again with one hand, channeling the power backward.

But when the intent of the Xuanbing blasted backward, it suddenly became impossible to discern what kind of attack was coming from behind.

The straw man disintegrated completely at an unparalleled speed, each blade of grass like a razor blade.

The moisture evaporated completely at a violent speed, turning into flames.

Thousands upon thousands of wisps of azure fire energy, devoid of any icy chill, pierced the wizard's back.

Even a wooden stake used for archery practice a thousand times would never have as many thorns on the wizard's back as it does at this moment.

(End of this chapter)