Chapter 1086: Evil Gods' Grand Melee
Chapter 1086: Evil Gods' Grand Melee
The next day.
Fang Xi leisurely walked out of his small courtyard, preparing to head to Stream Village for a mission.
Just then, his ear twitched, and he raised his right hand.
A mud pellet landed in his palm.
After crushing it, he saw a slip of paper inside, on which a line of faint writing was discernible.
"It seems that even among these Outer Gods, they aren't entirely unified. . ."
Fang Xi chuckled lightly. The slip of paper in his hand spontaneously ignited without wind, turning into ash.
He walked out of the city gates, and before long, arrived outside Stream Village.
But at this moment, they seemed to have been repeating this action for an unknown length of time. Even though their hands were covered in blood, with bone faintly visible, they did not give up!
Seeing this scene, Fang Xi immediately conjured several talismans in his hand.
"Celestial Master, by my urgent decree, go!"
He flicked his finger, and a talisman ignited, sparks shooting towards the village women. In mid-air, they miraculously transformed into streams of sweet dew, falling from above.
Threads of rainwater seeped into the village women's bodies, miraculously causing their palms to heal rapidly.
Following that, these village women then began to kneel and vomit profusely, black insect eggs mixed within the yellow liquid.
Seeing this scene, they all shrieked, then fled the village frantically, without choosing a path.
It seemed that within the village, some indescribable horror was lurking, causing them to instinctively keep their distance.
Roar! Roar!
Suddenly, the door of a village hut was blasted open, and a figure rushed out.
This figure was dressed in ordinary villager clothes, but its skin was festering, eyes blood-red, like a zombie.
Yet it possessed infinite strength, moved swiftly, and lunged at Fang Xi.
"A Walking Corpse? !"
Fang Xi couldn't help but inwardly grumble: "Whoa, whoa. . . this has already exceeded the Anomaly Suppression Division's mission limits, hasn't it?"
He reached into his embrace with his left hand and threw out a handful of beans.
These beans rooted themselves upon landing, rapidly growing and maturing. . . yellow hands emerged one by one, followed by torsos clad in earthy yellow armor, and legs adorned with skirt armor!
They were, astonishingly, Yellow Turban Puppets!
This was also the ability of a fifth-rank Celestial Master—Scatter Beans into Soldiers!
One by one, the Yellow Turban Warrior Puppets roared, wielding long spears, short halberds, and other weapons, forming a battle array that clashed with the tide of Walking Corpses.
Thud! Thud!
The earthy yellow spears effortlessly pierced through the Walking Corpses' defenses, lifting them one by one.
Even if the opponents were of comparable strength, the scattered Walking Corpses, like grains of sand, were clearly no match for an organized military formation!
"Hmph! Evil heretics, face your death!"
Fang Xi let out a cold snort, treading the Dipper and Stride of Tiangang. With a wave of his hand, streaks of lightning emerged.
"Wind rise!"
Gale howls!
"Rain fall!"
Pouring rain!
"Lightning come!"
The Celestial Master's 'Summoning Wind and Calling Rain' and 'Mastering the Five Thunders'!
Crackle!
Streaks of purple lightning struck down, shattering a house, and a thin figure wielding a mourning staff, wearing a tall black hat, leapt out.
"A minion of Yin Tianzi!"
Fang Xi laughed heartily: "Indeed, these past few years I've been constantly 'shearing your wool', making you completely fed up. . ."
In his mind, there was still a faint suspicion.
In the Great Yue era, if it were an ordinary dynasty, how could it maintain its rule amidst so many anomalies?
Therefore, the imperial court must also have some connection to the Outer Gods.
Even. . . perhaps the current imperial family are truly the bloodline of evil gods!
After all, the name Yin Tianzi truly makes it easy for people to draw associations!
At this moment, he extended his five fingers, instantly controlling the five types of lightning arts—Yin Thunder, Yang Thunder, Void Thunder, Fire Thunder, and Water Thunder—transforming them into a gigantic lightning palm.
As the palm descended, countless electric arcs crackled.
The rail-thin man holding the mourning staff let out a muffled groan, charred marks appearing on his body. His mourning staff instantly snapped in half. "This one's tough to handle. . . If you still don't come out, this old man is leaving!"
Boom!
Before his words even fell, the nearby stream exploded, and a figure lunged out. Its movements were like a swallow skimming water, but its blood-qi was like a grand sun furnace—it was, astonishingly, a fifth-rank Martial Arts Grandmaster!
At this moment, the opponent roared, blood-qi erupting around his body. He unleashed a punch, its fist-intent vast and mighty, like a colossal cauldron descending from the heavens, settling the mountains and rivers!
The Martial Arts Grandmaster's 'Fist Quelling Mountains and Rivers'!
Under this single punch, the Yellow Turban Warrior Puppets that had formed a defensive array were unexpectedly all annihilated!
Not only that, from within the shadows, another flute sound rang out.
A green-robed flute player quietly appeared, strange hands emerging one after another around his body.
These hands had six fingers, each connected by a fleshy membrane, suddenly flying out.
Each hand clawed towards Fang Xi, making him feel as if he had lost something.
"Only fifth-rank, not quite good enough!"
Fang Xi laughed heartily, and with a wave of his hand, shook out various strange items.
These items included tattered green vine masks, unknown beast bones, and flags that were only half-left. . .
One by one, eerie abilities emerged, coupled with the infinite transformations of his own Way of the Celestial Master, instantly suppressing the three fifth-rank experts.
...
In an unknown secret chamber.
The purple-robed Grand Eunuch was completely absorbed, gazing at a bronze mirror before him.
In the mirror, was astonishingly a scene of Fang Xi battling other cultivators!
"As expected of the Evil Emperor Son, to advance to fifth-rank in mere years and to possess such strength. . . "
The purple-robed Grand Eunuch sighed: "That's precisely why he cannot be allowed to advance to fourth-rank!"
The other red-robed eunuchs and soldiers didn't know, but he had read the Imperial Archives and was aware of certain secrets.
Beyond this world, there were also numerous other dimensions, such as the Netherworld and the Martial World.
Generally speaking, cultivators who worshipped gods, upon reaching fourth-rank, would find it utterly difficult to withstand the gravitational pull of the deities they worshipped, and would be sucked into the lesser realms where the Outer Gods resided, their very life essence changing, becoming retainers of evil gods.
Since they had already become a different species, they would naturally be rejected by the current world.
Even if they could use rituals and ceremonies to temporarily descend, the power they could exert would be suppressed by heaven and earth; although it exceeded fifth-rank, it was still limited.
But this 'Evil Emperor Son' was clearly different, possessing the potential to become a fourth-rank existence in the current world!
By then, he would pose a threat to the rule of Great Yue!
At this moment, in the mirror, Fang Xi's expression was grave as he shattered the head of the man holding the mourning staff with a single palm strike.
"A fitting death. He also died loyal to the country. His family will certainly receive posthumous honors and rewards. . ."
The purple-robed Grand Eunuch's expression was solemn as he watched Fang Xi, who had already slaughtered his way into Stream Village and was even coming for him, yet a hint of joy appeared on his face.
Those three fifth-rank experts outside were actually all bait!
Even he himself was nothing more than a pawn.
This was the Imperial Court's power to overturn mountains and seas; anyone could be sacrificed.
He grabbed into his sleeve, and an Imperial Edict appeared.
This Imperial Edict was primarily made of brocade embroidered with auspicious clouds, yet it was entirely black, one chi long, and three chi wide when unrolled.
At the scroll ends on both sides, there were black dragon patterns.
"Yin Tianzi decrees: Rivers and Mountains Diagram, activate!"
The purple-robed Grand Eunuch's voice was sharp as he shouted loudly.
With this shout, the flesh and blood on his entire body rapidly vanished, leaving only a skeleton.
Even the skeleton rapidly turned to dust.
...
"Hmm?"
Fang Xi, having broken into Stream Village, suddenly felt that something was amiss.
The stream, the bluestone slabs, and even the Great Yue soldiers who burst out from the houses, all seemed to have transformed into strange two-dimensional beings.
Whoosh!
Not only the environment, but even he himself, seemed to be undergoing dimensional reduction!
If one were to look down from a great height, the entire Stream Village would seem to be peeled away from the current world, turning into a scroll painting.
This scroll painting gently rolled up, sweeping Fang Xi into it, slowly closing.
It seemed he had become a person in the painting.
According to Fang Xi's understanding, it was equivalent to being 'dimensionally reduced' from the real world!
And this scroll was grabbed by a skeletal hand, seemingly about to fall into the Netherworld.
Yin Tianzi was awaiting Fang Xi's arrival!
‘Yin Tianzi is indeed connected to the Imperial Court, and might even be their progenitor. . . ’
Fang Xi, facing the seal at this moment, actually still had the mood to let his thoughts wander.
Suddenly.
The entire Black Water City trembled.
Countless black waters surged up, the city moat flew out, transforming into a curtain of water in mid-air.
Above the water curtain, a pitch-black eye slowly opened.
--The Water Ancestor!
Streams of water traversed the void, seemingly transforming into transparent chains, firmly binding the gigantic skeletal hand reaching out from the Netherworld, and began to contend for the scroll!
Within the currents, the surviving imperial soldiers and cultivators all exploded into bloody mist and died!
Not only that!
Above the firmament, an ominous cloud drifted over at some unknown time, obscuring the original sunlight.
Within the ominous cloud, an enormous female figure appeared.
Her appearance and aura were peculiar; she was naked, her facial features askew and twisted, and she exuded a strange influence.
On the ground, whether cultivators or mortals, and even livestock, were all bound by the primal desires born within their bodies, beginning to vent them frantically. . .
--The Heavenly Mother!
...
"Yin Tianzi, the Water Ancestor, the Heavenly Mother. . . The Outer Evil Gods have almost all gathered. Are they preparing to throw a party?"
Fang Xi, inside the Rivers and Mountains Diagram, muttered a complaint.
The ability of this peculiar item was astonishing, capable of 'dimensionally reducing' everything within the painting.
Theoretically speaking, he should not even be able to think.
But Fang Xi had his own unique qualities, still maintaining a high level of mental activity.
Not only that, even though he was imprinted onto the scroll, he could not be observed, nor could he be analyzed. . .
"So much authority, so many laws, so much Power of Concepts. . ."
Fang Xi murmured, revealing a somewhat insane smile: "Then I won't stand on ceremony!"
The next instant, a silver light flashed!
A figure emerged!
This figure's appearance was incomparably handsome, with long, blood-red hair like a waterfall, and a small, pointed golden horn on its forehead—it was precisely Fang Xi's External Avatar from the Cosmic World!
An External Avatar of the Black Hole Immortal level!
Fang Xi sneered, and suddenly transformed into a black hole!
A spacetime singularity appeared, and an inexplicable power unfolded!
An overwhelmingly powerful gravitational force and mass distorted all of spacetime, making even souls unable to escape!
Heaven and earth both seemed to twist, and everything, everything, irreversibly headed towards the black hole. . .
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