Chapter 314: Black and White (Seeking Monthly Votes)
Chapter 314: Black and White (Seeking Monthly Votes)
"Although the Daoist Grandmasters of this realm do not possess magic treasures, their various divine abilities and magical arts seem quite formidable. . . As expected of those who achieve Foundation Establishment, or even Core Formation, through their divine abilities."
Fang Xi watched the Skinless Temple Master transform into a four-armed, blood-skinned demonic creature, muttering to himself, then formed a hand seal, and a pitch-black demonic banner, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, flew out from his mouth.
The moment this banner appeared, it erupted with a vast amount of dark light, revealing a single-horned ghost king faintly appearing and disappearing within the glow.
This was also an item Fang Xi had previously seized from a demonic sect disciple: a third-order magic treasure, within which a Core Formation-level ghost king was nurtured!
When activated by his External Avatar's demonic cultivation, it was perfectly complementary!
Fang Xi's eyes flared with black light, and he abruptly urged it forward.
The single-horned ghost king suddenly let out a roar, its body also expanding to an enormous size as it charged towards the blood-skinned demonic creature.
Bang! Bang!
...
"This. . ."
In a certain inn, a cultivator who resembled a scholar looked up at this scene, a look of panic appearing on his face: "What's going on? Where did this feather-clad Daoist come from? Why did he act so early? It's completely different from our plan. . ."
The aura emanating from this person was profound and hidden; he was surprisingly also a Daoist, and appeared to be deeply concealed.
Behind him knelt two people, who exchanged glances, both trembling slightly: "We don't know. . ."
"Useless. . . If we lose the 'Boundless Sea of Blood Pill' because of this, and ruin the Young Palace Lord's great plan, can you bear the responsibility?"
The scholar gazed at the red and black sky, muttering: "Now, I can only hope that the Skinless Temple Master's Dao arts are profound enough to overwhelm this person. . . No, we cannot wait idly like this. Immediately send a Dao art message, and tell Old Man Black and Old Man White to hurry over. . ."
"Old Man Black, Old Man White, both Daoist Grandmasters? But they both have other important matters to attend to. . ."
One subordinate hesitated, barely uttering half a sentence before his entire body turned to ash in a ball of black flame.
"What are you waiting for?"
The scholar's expression was sinister as he looked at the other person.
"Rest assured, my lord, this subordinate will go at once!"
The other subordinate, terrified, scrambled away. Only the scholar turned his face, continuing to watch the great battle.
...
High in the sky.
The single-horned ghost king was a powerful magical art of the Primordial Demon Sect, also a third-order technique.
In the hands of that Foundation Establishment disciple, its might was somewhat restricted.
Now, activated by the Core Formation-level Fang Xi, its ferocious power was truly immense, continuously spewing a type of azure flame from its mouth, scorching the bloody light.
And the enormous ghost transformed by it also possessed boundless divine power, wrestling with the four-armed, blood-skinned demonic creature. After dozens of rounds of combat, it showed no signs of falling into a disadvantage.
Fang Xi was not idle either, continuously activating his magic power.
Then, a ripping sound, like tearing cloth, echoed.
In mid-air, the massive white bone sword actually pierced through the human skin cloak, flying out from its enclosure and transforming into a hundred-zhang-long white strep, violently smashing down towards the four-armed, blood-skinned demonic creature!
Seeing this, the Skinless Temple Master could only open his gaping maw and spit out a strange pill!
This pill was entirely crimson, surrounded by dazzling light. It emitted a hundred-zhang radius of fiery red brilliance, surprisingly soaring into the sky and violently colliding with the white bone flying sword.
The small white bone sword artifact let out a mournful wail, its white light shattering inch by inch, and even a crack appeared on the sword body.
This scene startled Fang Xi: "This is. . . a divine ability Golden Core? So, Dao cultivators, like demonic beasts, can spew out their cultivated inner core as a trump card? Today, I've truly learned something new. . ."
If it were him, he would absolutely not dare to use his Withered Glory Golden Core to directly clash with a magic treasure, let alone injure the magic treasure's body itself.
However, after the initial shock, a strange expression appeared on Fang Xi's face. He slapped the back of his head fiercely: "Hmph!"
Amidst his cold snort, several 'Primordial Demon Spikes' had already brutally struck the crimson pill, causing it to tremble in mid-air. It seemed the Skinless Temple Master's divine consciousness attached to it had also been jolted.
Seizing this opportunity, Fang Xi exhaled a large swath of grayish-white light from his nose. With just a sweep, it completely enveloped the 'Boundless Sea of Blood Pill'.
On the pill, a human face appeared, vaguely resembling the Skinless Temple Master.
This face was incomparably hideous, yet laced with traces of fear. It was actually dragged out from within the Golden Core by the grayish light, then vanished into Fang Xi's mouth.
This was precisely the soul-devouring and spirit-gnawing ability of the Six Desires Heaven Mixing Demonic Corpse!
And, losing the control of this soul, the might of the Boundless Sea of Blood Pill greatly diminished. Its hundred-zhang crimson radiance disintegrated inch by inch, and Fang Xi seized it with a large hand.
A pitch-black hand instantly appeared, grabbing the pill.
He paid no mind to the pill's state, directly sealing it into a jade box, then affixed seventeen or eighteen sealing talismans onto it.
"Return my Golden Core!"
After Fang Xi had finished all of this, the four-armed demonic creature, still entangled with the single-horned ghost king, suddenly shrieked, its magic power aura rapidly weakening.
The single-horned ghost king naturally wouldn't let this opportunity slip. It grabbed the blood-skinned demonic creature and ripped it with a fierce tear!
A loud ripping sound echoed!
The blood-skin was torn apart by sharp claws, and the painted-skin demon inside shrieked, abandoning its blood-skin and directly fleeing!
The single-horned ghost king let out a cackling laugh, controlling the pitch-black light, and chased after it. . .
Fang Xi, meanwhile, approached the piece of blood-skin, a contemplative look on his face.
Whoosh!
The blood-skin recoiled and unfurled, transforming back into the Skinless Temple Master's aged appearance: ". . . I am unwilling. . ."
He lowered his head, and astonishingly, his breath ceased!
Not only that, but as soon as the man died, the tattered human skin cloak immediately flew back, attempting to wrap around his body and retaliate.
Fang Xi naturally grabbed the cloak, seeing the densely packed small characters on the human skin.
"Blood-Skin Art!"
A light flashed in his eyes, and he let out a long laugh.
The single-horned ghost king also returned at this moment, its belly noticeably bloated, looking very satisfied.
Seeing this, Fang Xi simply smiled faintly, then collected the monstrous ghost with the demonic banner, transforming into a streak of pitch-black escape light, and vanished into the distance. . .
Long after he had left, a Daoist below finally poked his head out, his face filled with dejection and shock. . .
...
"Skinning Chant, Shadow Puppetry, Blood-Skin Art. . . and a 'Boundless Sea of Blood Pill', I've gathered them all."
Fang Xi controlled the demonic light, swiftly moving far away from the Skinless Temple, his eyes gleaming.
"If I were to give these to Yu Hua, he might actually be able to cultivate Core Formation-level combat power in a short amount of time. . ."
"But that's simply impossible. I still need to keep this pill for research. . . It's already good enough if he can reach Foundation Establishment, does he still dream of Core Formation?"
Although he claimed to be acting on behalf of Heaven when he destroyed the Skinless Temple, his main objective was to seize their cultivation methods and Golden Core.
Spiritual materials are scarce in this world, and there are even more evil spirits in the wild.
Perhaps, this type of cultivation method is the most valuable thing of all.
After all, it's extremely quick to master!
Fang Xi flew an unknown distance in one breath, only stopping his hasty advance after encountering numerous evil spirits in the wilderness.
Instead, he chose a desolate mountain, found a random cave, and burrowed inside.
"Counting the days. . . it's almost time for the agreed-upon recall by my main body."
"This is a good opportunity to avoid the spotlight."
He murmured, then silently began to circulate his cultivation, restoring his magic power.
...
At this moment, the city where the Skinless Temple was located had fallen into complete chaos.
The original site of the Skinless Temple had already become a ruin, jointly breached by several Daoists who had appeared from unknown places.
Countless Daoist acolytes fled in panic, or swept up Daoist scriptures, pills, gold, and silver before scattering in disarray.
The common folk within the city were deeply unsettled, a scene of panicked chaos, as if the end of the world was nigh.
Just then, two streaks of escape light, one black and one white, arrived above the city at an escape speed far exceeding that of ordinary Daoists.
From within the inn, the scholar immediately flew into the sky, waving his hand to produce a ghost-faced token: "I, Wu Tong, stationed here, greet Old Man Black and Old Man White. . ."
These two were, astonishingly, two divine ability Golden Cores, known as Daoist Grandmasters and feather-clad Daoists.
Old Man Black was clad in pitch-black attire, his expression cold and silent.
Old Man White, meanwhile, smiled faintly and opened his mouth to ask: "Where is the Boundless Sea of Blood Pill?"
"Reporting to Old Man White, a Daoist Grandmaster suddenly arrived earlier. His magic power and divine abilities were incredibly formidable; he easily slew the Skinless Temple Master, took the Golden Core, and departed. . ."
Wu Tong answered, forcing himself to be brave.
"Impossible!"
Old Man Black slowly shook his head.
Old Man White's smile deepened: "The Skinless Temple Master cultivated the 'Blood-Skin Art'. His divine abilities were truly not weak; if not for his old age, even if the two of us met him alone, we might not have been able to subdue him. Who could have done this?"
"I don't know, but the image is here. . ."
The scholar hurriedly took out a piece of white paper, on which was a lifelike image of a handsome young man, precisely the appearance of Fang Xi's External Avatar!
"This person does not seem to be a Temple Master. . ."
Old Man White looked at the image, falling into contemplation: "All feather-clad Daoists under heaven belong to the Ten Directions Daoist Monasteries of the Yama Dao Palace; none should simply appear out of nowhere. This person must have intentionally concealed their true form and used a false appearance. . . Forget it, the two of us will continue to investigate this matter."
"Since that's the case, we'll leave everything to the two elders."
The scholar quickly bowed.
"Hmm, and also. . ."
Old Man White, however, chuckled and said: "For mishandling a task, there must always be punishment. Go back and receive the Yellow Springs Torture yourself. . ."
The scholar couldn't help but shiver, but he surprisingly dared not resist. Instead, he bowed once more: "Thank you for the two elders' mercy, this subordinate obeys!"
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Southern Barrens Cultivation World.
Myriad Beast Mountain Range.
Inside the Demonic Dragon Carriage.
"Counting the days, it's about time for the agreed-upon moment. I wonder how my External Avatar is doing?"
Fang Xi opened his eyes from his meditation, a slight frown on his face.
Being too far from his External Avatar, he could only vaguely sense its state, but was completely unaware of its experiences.
"Although I could let it roam for a while longer, there's no need to wait until it's on the verge of developing a second personality. Return to me."
As Fang Xi's thoughts stirred, connecting with the 'All-Heavens Precious Mirror', a figure appeared inside the carriage: it was his External Avatar!
"You've worked hard."
Fang Xi showed a faint smile, and the External Avatar said nothing more, directly sitting cross-legged.
Fang Xi took a deep breath, formed hand seals, and streaks of greenish-yellow light pierced into the eyes of his External Avatar, which offered no resistance.
In an instant, all of the other's experiences in the Red Sun Realm became perfectly clear in Fang Xi's eyes. . .
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