Chapter 1289 - 453: Three Purities from One Qi (Part 2)

Certainly, here’s the translation:

Within the Tao Fruit, a portion of past life memories and Mana is contained. Once activated, it can bring an extreme increase in a short period.

However, the side effects are quite obvious.

If the Tao Fruit is excessively consumed and damaged, it might lead to an inability to restore the original Realm...

Mu Qingming’s action is no longer a gamble for a life, but a wager on eternal reincarnation!

"Foolish..."

Wang Shouzhuo lamented: "Even if you self-destruct, with the Tao Fruit inside, you can still reincarnate for cultivation, but acting like this is equivalent to denying yourself from the Heavenly Dao!"

"What a joke!"

Mu Qingming bathed in the rolling thunder, the voice from his Nascent Soul body was like an Ancient God speaking: "The Dao of me, Mu Qingming, is walked by myself, how can it rely on some ridiculous remnants from a past life!"

"You are too young."

Wang Shouzhuo’s Dharma was expressionless: "Since it’s a fight to the death, how much of the Tao Fruit’s foundation can you utilize? It’s merely self-damaging your Tao Foundation!"

Indeed.

Mu Qingming’s Mana halted when it ascended to the late-stage Nascent Soul.

He drew the Soul Suppressing Whip, wrapped in the vast thunder, actively moving toward the Heavenly Sword Sect Leader to kill.

"Like a candle in the wind, let’s see how long you can last!"

Wang Shouzhuo swung the giant sword.

Inside the cave.

Chen Sansi was still intently repairing the Formation.

Inside the Mixed Yuan Formation, it was divided into three rings, subtly aligning the three talents: Heaven, Earth, and Human.

On these three talent positions, there was again a strand of clean energy each.

The three strands of clean energy mysteriously connected to the three cross-legged figures.

The figures were pitch-black, indistinct, only able to be judged by their postures, one was a youth, one was middle-aged, and one was an elder.

Under each of their bodies, a complex Array Pattern operated.

The youth corresponded to "Taichu," using the Beidou Seven Stars as the Array Eye, absorbing the Power of the stars.

The middle-aged corresponded to "Changming," symbolizing "prosperity," condensing the Power of Primordial.

The elder corresponded to "Xuanming," symbolizing "silence," representing the cycle of life and death, dissolving all karmic obstacles.

This is the most core area of the Formation. Once these three Array Eyes are repaired, it can be considered a major success.

The Taichu position had been repaired, and Chen Sansi was carving the Changming position.

He knew that the situation outside had reached the final moment, yet relying on the temperament honed over many years of military campaign, he remained calm as water, methodically repairing the Formation.

Almost there.

Just hold on a bit longer!

...

Guangren Dao.

"Siddhi Hum Soha..."

The chanting of the scriptures, like the buzzing of a copper bell, continually exploded in everyone’s mind. Everything in sight turned utterly blood-red.

The ground beneath, the walls beside them, and even the Magic Artifacts on their bodies turned into man-eating monsters, devouring their flesh.

"Crack!"

The City Protection Array had long been covered with spiderweb-like cracks, soon to completely collapse.

"Why haven’t they come back yet?!"

"Indeed!"

Cultivators from various sects struggled against the Formation’s refinement, their eyes bloodshot, expressions of panic and unease.

"Could it be? They’ve already run away!"

"They must have run away!"

"We are just too foolish, they can run, how could they possibly come back to save us!"

"Help!"

"I’m willing to be a slave!"

"I can join the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, just ask Senior Shen Tu for a way out!"

"..."

However.

No matter how they pleaded, all that responded was the louder chanting of the scriptures.

"Junior Brother."

Master Yu Ling also struggled to sustain: "At most, a quarter of an hour more, and the City Protection Array will not hold."

"..."

Zhang Huaiqing stood on the city wall, gazing into the distance, his expression equally grave: "Let’s wait and see. If not, we’ll have to disrupt the original plan..."

"Original plan?"

Master Yu Ling asked in surprise: "Junior Brother, do you have another backup plan?"

"There is indeed."

Zhang Huaiqing sighed slightly: "But once used, the trouble will only get worse."

"Then hold on a bit longer."

Master Yu Ling said: "That child Shanshi shouldn’t disappoint us."

In the military camp.

Under the influence of the scripture, the soldiers of the Great Han lost their sanity, raising their swords and knives, beginning to massacre each other like crazed beasts.

The Heavenly Martial Puppet stepped forward.

He was formed from Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, and in such an environment, the influence on him was much smaller. He cast spells with both hands, trying his best to protect his subordinates.

"Your Majesty, this old minister is off!"

"..."

Even so, more and more Great Han veterans still kept dying consecutively.

"Master Qi!"

Dongfang Jingxing hurriedly rushed into the tent: "Didn’t you say that this time we would escape unscathed?!"

Qi Cheng calmly said: "Mr. Dongfang, please be patient; what I said has always been that His Majesty and the Great Han would emerge unscathed, not you or my personal safety."

"..."

Dongfang Jingxing was stunned for a moment, then heaved a sigh of relief: "So, you can be sure His Majesty is fine? That’s good, that’s good..."

...

Wuzhang Plains.

The Demon Path army was trapped here.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Duomu Daojun cursed the sky incessantly: "The people of Heavenly Water, each one is a treacherous villain!"

"Amitabha Buddha, forgive our sins!"

Monk Ci Hang continuously chanted the Buddha’s name.

"Chant, chant, dead monk, all you know is chanting!"

Xuan Sha Lingguan cursed: "Shut up for me!"

"Hmm?!"

Ci Hang, in anger, raised a palm and struck out.

The two of them went into a fight.

"..."

Zhao Rui sat upon the Dragon Chair, closed his eyes, and focused, calmly waiting for the final moment to come.

"Master Nephew’s will is quite firm."

Fei Lian stroked his beard: "No wonder the patriarch values you so highly."

"It’s not that this disciple has a strong will."

Zhao Rui slowly opened his eyes: "But I know that not long ago Chen Lei managed to escape, and perhaps we still have a glimmer of hope."

...

Outside the cave.

The grievously injured Mu Qingming, even though urging the Tao Fruit, was ultimately not a long-term plan, gradually exhausting his mana and being caught at a flaw by the opponent.

Wang Shouzhuo’s powerful sword strike cleaved down, causing the earth to crack.

Mu Qingming’s Nascent Soul fell straight down from on high, plunging into an endless abyss.

Beside him, the young Taoist Shiliu was already on his last breath.

At this point, no one could stop Wang Shouzhuo anymore; his enormous Dharma form cast spells with both hands, and the giant sword descended from the sky, aiming straight for the cave where Tian Wu was.

"Rumble—"

Under the pressure of the terrifying Sword Qi, the mountains began to collapse layer by layer.

Countless pieces of rubble fell from overhead.

Yet Chen Sansi remained steadfast.

The Changming position had already been successfully carved; he was outlining the last of the Xuanming position.

This Formation was indeed too arcane.

Even with Divine Sense comparable to a late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator, Chen Sansi had reached this point already exhausted.

His head began to ache as if being torn apart, as if countless Silver Needles were piercing into it, even the Candle Dragon Mark on his forehead flickered intermittently.

He could sense that the Sword Qi was getting closer and closer; if he didn’t move away immediately and let it smash into him, he might not die, but his mortal body would be destroyed.

But if he moved away, it would be the Great Mixed Yuan Formation that would be destroyed...

If the Formation were destroyed, the hundreds of thousands of Great Han soldiers within Guangren Dao would be reduced to ashes, and he himself could not escape the chase of Divinity Transformation Cultivators.

Since it was death either way, there was no point in dodging!

At this thought, Chen Sansi sat solemnly, ignoring the falling Sword Qi, and drew the final stroke on the Great Mixed Yuan Formation.

"Buzz!"

Under the Xuanming position elder, the golden Array Patterns lit up one by one.

And at that very moment.

The heavens and the earth changed suddenly!

The "Taichu", "Changming", and "Xuanming" three Formation Eyes began to spin like deep-sea whirlpools, engulfing all the Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth within them.

Even the Sword Qi that stretched across the heavens and the earth was shattered, then absorbed completely as Spiritual Power!

In a thousand-mile radius, the earth continuously sank, and above the sky, rolling thunderclouds swiftly gathered, and an overwhelming pressure that made all living beings shudder descended upon this land.

"What?!"

Wang Shouzhuo’s pupils trembled.

He naturally wouldn’t just sit and watch, and began casting spells frantically, yet the unknown Formation within the cave, like a Taotie, absorbed every bit of mana he exerted without exception.