Catch the Arrow

A mysterious Law Power streaked across the night sky.

Inside the imperial mausoleum in Yang Mausoleum, a golden-feathered arrow begins to spin like a compass.

After spinning a full thirty-six times, the arrow seemed to have been aimed precisely, and its red tail feathers began to gleam with a dark red light.

A hundred paces away, the sound of the eight-sided sword whistling could be heard incessantly.

In this battle for the imperial tomb, the terracotta figurine of Grand Commandant Zhou was undoubtedly the main force. Even though the quality of the terracotta figurine was not high, it could not be denied that Grand Commandant Zhou was the number one person in the Great Han in the past.

The material of these clay puppets outperformed the technology, and also brought with it extremely terrifying power.

Amidst the sword light, the Venerable One's body shimmered continuously, having endured nearly half of the sword wounds.

But tonight, Grand Commandant Zhou has indeed met his nemesis.

The Heaven-Shaking Arrow had not yet killed the Venerable One's physical body; Grand Commandant Zhou's puppet could only wound the Venerable One, but it was not enough to kill him.

"You damned Emperor Jing, it seems you must have some hidden treasures of Yin Soul spirits hidden in your mausoleum, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to nurture such a terracotta zombie!"

The Venerable One's Dharma body is not something that can be transformed into a powerful body simply by breaking off a piece of wood. He also used rare materials, the value of which far exceeds that of Lu Baibai's Green Rock Wooden Staff.

Seeing the avatar battered and bruised, the Venerable One couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, realizing that no amount of preparation could keep up with the unpredictable changes.

He leaned forward, dodging the chilling blow that came Zhi Buyi him as he approached the terracotta Grand Commandant Zhou Taiwei.

For the Venerable One, Zhi Buyi's attack was of little effect and could not harm him at all. However, if he was slowed down even slightly, he would inevitably suffer more sword strikes from Zhou Taiwei's terracotta Grand Commandant Zhou. Therefore, he should dodge.

"Little things!"

After speculating on the possible contents of Emperor Jing's mausoleum, His Majesty paused slightly and could Zhi Buyi Zhibudi.

His gaze swept over Zhi Buyi, and as his eyes narrowed slightly, his right hand reached out and grabbed at Zhi Buyi.

As the eight-sided sword struck his body repeatedly, causing countless shockwaves, a flame shot towards Zhi Buyi from the Venerable One.

The flames collided with the cold air, producing a very strange hissing sound, and a large amount of water vapor resembling white smoke was released.

Zhi Buyi stepped back, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He stared blankly at the wooden splinter piercing his body, then glanced at the Venerable One's left hand.

You seem to be Zhu Jiuyin!

Normal cultivators release Technique Method one by Technique Method, but some beings possess the ability to use both their left and right hands for spells; such beings are rare.

If he were to search Zhi Buyi, he could only guess that the master of the Xieluosi River Holy Land possessed such abilities.

But what Zhi Buyi was that the Zhu Jiuyin before him did not seem particularly strong.

If those who chased him into the mausoleum were not practitioners of Huang-Lao Technique like himself, but rather Cheng Bushi, Dou Ying, and others, Zhi Buyi felt that the probability of killing them was extremely high.

He struggled to make a judgment, and the dizziness and numbness in his head made it Zhi Buyi for him to think any further.

In a battle between masters, a single careless move can determine life or death.

Of course, even if Zhi Buyi, he cannot withstand such a double attack of Technique Method.

He dies, the other lives.

The world in Zhi Buyi's eyes quickly dimmed.

Death is like sinking into eternal darkness, from which it is difficult to awaken once one is trapped.

Zhi Buyi was prepared for his death, but he felt that his death would be as fleeting as a moment.

When he slowly opened his tired eyes, he felt as if the world had changed, but the battle between the Grand Commandant Zhou terracotta figurine and the Venerable One was not over, and the clanging sounds still rang out.

Zhi Buyi was about to struggle forward to join the attack, he found it difficult to take even a single step.

"My body... I'm finally dead!"

Zhi Buyi glanced down and saw that his body had turned into a terracotta figure. His head could hardly turn, and his body was extremely mechanical, with only his wooden arms able to swing.

His body lay prone dozens of meters away.

Without a body, there are no acupoints; without acupoints, it is impossible to circulate Law Power.

Zhi Buyi has his own consciousness, but he can't do anything about it.

As he swung his arm, the terracotta figurine threw the stone it was holding in its palm.

Have I already turned into a stone-throwing terracotta warrior?

Zhi Buyi swung his wooden arms, momentarily unable to comprehend why he had come back to life.

But he soon sensed that he wasn't the only one in the terracotta warriors; there seemed to be many other terracotta warriors around him in a state of confusion, or perhaps with a brief moment of consciousness.

"These terracotta figures appear to be condemned prisoners buried earlier, while others are laborers, craftsmen, and maids who accompanied the emperor in his burial. Before his death, His Majesty said he wished to transform into ghost soldiers to forever guard Chang'an City. It seems these are the ghost soldiers under His Majesty's command!"

Zhi Buyi felt that the Yin soldiers were of limited strength, somewhat similar to those who filled the pits in the prisoner-of-war camp, and of course, also similar to some starving people who had not eaten for three days.

But vaguely, he felt that the terracotta figurine he was in seemed to have gained a little more power.

As if it were automatically cultivating itself, the individual strength of this terracotta figurine was increasing.

The terracotta figurines have no physical bodies, so they cannot have acupoints, yet they possess a trace of cultivation power, which is extremely contradictory.

"Is this what it feels like to Yin Soul?"

Zhi Buyi, Zhi Buyi already knew his new identity.

Normal Yin Soul are like demons occasionally born among thousands of wild beasts; only a very few cases occur.

The Yin Soul at present have been transformed in batches of tens of thousands, and this transformation is extremely efficient. Even though Zhi Buyi died, he has already turned into Yin Soul and resided in the terracotta figurine.

He sensed his new state, and through his touch, he seemed to feel something transformative.

"That seems to be the Marquis of Sui's Pearl, a priceless treasure of the Great Qin Dynasty. Legend has it that this pearl possesses immeasurable power!"

Zhi Buyi still possessed the ability to think and even retained his memories, but gradually, he realized that he seemed to have forgotten something, and something had disappeared from his memory.

It was as if a blood vessel had been cut; his memories leaked out from his Yin Soul body, something that was Zhi Buyi to stop.

"The Sui... Marquis of Sui's Pearl has... has drawbacks!"

A final thought flashed through Zhi Buyi's mind.

He quickly succumbed to despair, ceasing all thought and reflection.

No different from the surrounding short terracotta figures, he stood there quietly, occasionally twitching his wooden arm and tossing a stone that was not actually there.

"You were not as good as me when you were alive, how can you surpass me after you're dead?"

Zhi Buyi's consciousness was in a state of chaos, the Venerable Ones in the mausoleum also determined the victor.

After being beaten multiple times, the Venerable One discovered a major flaw in the Grand Commandant Zhou terracotta figurine: compared to his normal physique in his cultivation state, the Grand Commandant Zhou terracotta figurine was too short, only half his height.

This resulted in the Grand Commandant Zhou terracotta figurines having a relatively poor level of leaping ability.

The opponent, on the other hand, lacked strategic thinking and relied more on physical instincts to fight.

For His Excellency to use the word 'poor' to describe an opponent, it means that this opponent has an irreparable flaw.

His body transformed into a streak of fire and soared into the sky. A few moments later, he appeared atop the five-meter-high Sima Gate, where he watched as the Grand Commandant Zhou terracotta figure leaped and bounded closer.

The broken-string Li Guang terracotta figurine and the Cheng Bushi terracotta figurine that had been chasing him but never caught up were ignored by the Venerable One. He jumped several times over the Grand Commandant Zhou terracotta figurine, constantly pulling it along. After finding a latch to close the Sima Gate, the Venerable One looked at the Grand Commandant Zhou terracotta figurine outside the city with great satisfaction.

The Sima Gate city wall and iron gate, which are only five meters high, are a height that the Grand Commandant Zhou terracotta figurines could hardly climb.

Of course, even if the Grand Commandant Zhou terracotta figurine occasionally jumps a little higher and into the room, His Majesty only needs to jump to the other side, and then the Grand Commandant Zhou terracotta figurine can continue to jump around inside.

After dealing with the terracotta figurines at Sima Gate, he inevitably turned his attention to this palace-shaped mausoleum.

He was previously injured by the Heaven-Shaking Arrow shot from this tomb, and now it is His Majesty who has come to retrieve the treasure in person.

His Majesty floated forward, his feet about to step into the Weiyang Palace mausoleum where Emperor Jing resided, when he felt a golden light shooting towards him as he had expected.