Chapter 362: 362.Chapter 357 The Power of the Xiguang Recording Orb

362. Chapter 357 The Power of the Xiguang Recording Orb

Pitiful bones by the Wuding River, still a dream in the spring boudoir.

Inside Wanfeng City.

All major powers were startled by the anomalies in the Netherworld Palace, and they all stood in the sky overlooking the battle scene inside the Netherworld Palace.

There, the forest of ghostly qi swirled as if the underworld had split open, spewing forth ghostly flames that drifted around the Netherworld Palace, the terrifying killing intent shrouding the sky, and the vicious resentful spirits mercilessly tearing at every cultivator in the Netherworld Palace.

The strongmen of many forces gazing at the four great banners floating in the air were all shaken, their faces full of apprehension.

Is it the Shaogui Sect again?

During this period, the Shaogui Sect has made a great name for itself in the Primordial Spirit Realm, their shadows appearing everywhere, and countless powerful experts from various forces avoid them at a distance, with even the orthodox path now trying as much as possible not to clash with them.

Because the Shaogui Sect has been acting arrogantly lately, such a long-established great sect that shakes the Huanyu must surely have some reliance, otherwise they would not recklessly launch attacks for no reason.

Both the orthodox and heterodox paths are watching the movements of the Shaogui Sect's base in Huanyu City of the Primordial Spirit Realm, fearing that they might do something extraordinarily terrible, which would then affect the interests of all major sects in the Primordial Spirit Realm of the Jieling Realm.

Inside the Netherworld Palace, Gong Wuhou watched as Duan Wuliang and Sun Min rushed toward him, cold sweat breaking out on his back.

As the lord of a major power, he was actually being treated as a soul puppet by the cultivators of the Shaogui Sect, who vied with each other to slaughter him.

Gong Wuhou saw another elder fall in the sect, that elder's soul sucked into the black banner and transformed into a ferocious soul puppet, making him even more fearful.

He wanted to return to the real world, but Sun Min and Duan Wuliang's attacks left him no room to breathe.

"Seniors, spare this junior; I am willing to contribute all my resources."

Gong Wuhou was swept away by Duan Wuliang's black banner, crawled up from the ground, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, anxiously shouting.

"Kill you, and it is us.

You have no qualifications to discuss terms with this seat; quickly come into the banner?" Duan Wuliang's eyes flashed with sharp light as he spoke mockingly.

He shook the Wan Soul Banner, emitting boundless forest-like death qi; wherever it passed, not a blade of grass survived, and all trees withered.

"Even if the Shaogui Sect cultivates the ghost path, they would not resort to such cruel methods!

Are you not afraid of suffering heavenly retribution?" Gong Wuhou's face turned bluish-white with anger as he spoke.

He could neither fight back nor dare to curse, only able to suppress his frustration and utter words of protest.

Duan Wuliang and Sun Min, upon hearing this, exchanged a glance, their faces showing thoughtful expressions.

Seeing this, Gong Wuhou thought Duan Wuliang and Sun Min were somewhat moved, and immediately spoke again.

"If seniors spare this junior, I will have people bring the wealth of the real world to offer to you two.

Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life; please, seniors, grant us a path to survival."

Gong Wuhou's forehead beaded with cold sweat, his voice trembling, he did his utmost to fight for a chance to live.

"Hehe, Heaven does have the virtue of cherishing life.

The disciples of the Netherworld Palace total one thousand six hundred souls; the souls taken away, the incomplete divine souls return to the real world, and the physical bodies become living dead.

This seat, out of compassion, sends you to the Ultimate Bliss World."

Duan Wuliang's face showed a cold smile as he spoke cunningly.

"Xiguang Recording Orb, grant this seat the power to liberate them."

Afterwards, he flicked his wrist, and a spherical object flew toward the sky above the Netherworld Palace; from within the spherical object, Buddhist chants echoed, releasing golden runes, and countless golden Buddhist figures sat in meditation around the Netherworld Palace.

The dome gathered golden, radiant Buddhist characters, as if the great sun illuminating the eight directions, the incomplete divine souls of the Netherworld Palace disciples whose souls had been drawn by the Wan Soul Banner dissolved in midair, transforming into light rain that drifted toward the four corners of Wanfeng City.

Gong Wuhou's body shuddered violently, only feeling that his cognition had been overturned.

The scriptures emitted by that spherical object were profoundly mysterious; the golden strongman's virtual shadow sat calmly in the sky with palms together, murmuring the wondrous sounds, which sounded uplifting yet caused the divine souls to gradually become illusory, ultimately dissolving completely.

The strongmen of the various forces in Wanfeng City could not sit still, their faces turning deathly pale; fortunately, those eerie chanting sounds mostly resonated within the Netherworld Palace, otherwise they too would have suffered.

That sound sounded uplifting, yet it made the divine souls feel dizzy, involuntarily wanting to be drawn by the sound.

They were powerful experts who had roamed the Huanyu for hundreds of years, and this was the first time they had seen something so terrifying.

The Shaogui Sect truly deserves its reputation as one of the Ten Great Heterodox Sects of the Huanyu; they have actually researched and developed such a treasure for destroying divine souls, it seems their research into ghost-path divine souls is extraordinarily thorough.

Although the Primordial Spirit Realm does have secret artifacts for attacking divine souls, they are all one-time use, refinement is extremely complex, so such artifacts for destroying divine souls are controlled by the extremely powerful forces of the Huanyu, and they would not bring them out unless absolutely necessary.

These second- and third-rate forces do not even have the qualifications to see them.

However, the sound from within that spherical object is different; it indiscriminately attacks divine souls as a wide-area damage treasure, and the repeatedly played chanting seems to be reusable.

The strongmen of the many forces in Wanfeng City began to feel unsettled; that spherical object emitting sound is simply too terrifying and shocking to customs.

Gong Wuhou, tottering on the verge of collapse in the Netherworld Palace, was completely choked into having no temper, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The meager position the Netherworld Palace had painstakingly occupied in the Primordial Spirit Realm is about to be completely erased.

Duan Wuliang's eyes held a lingering divine light.

That spherical object is the Xiguang Recording Orb he exchanged for merit in the Penguin Transmission Jade Slip.

The Xiguang Recording Orb was jointly developed by the bald monk of Xiguangsi and the cultivators of the Dacizhai; it is said to be a cultivation technology product, containing recordings of the Pudu True Scripture.

As long as there is sufficient heavenly essence, the Xiguang Recording Orb can cycle-play to liberate and dissolve divine souls.

When he exchanged for the Xiguang Recording Orb at that time, he purely thought it was novel, never expecting it to be so useful.

As the Xiguang Recording Orb was activated by heavenly essence and played the Pudu True Scripture of Xiguangsi, those divine souls whose souls had been drawn by the Wan Soul Banner all underwent spontaneous dissolution.

"Yes, yes, yes, just this expression.

The power of an angry monk, with the divine soul torn from the divine soul, will be strong."

Duan Wuliang gazed at Gong Wuhou's ferocious face, excitedly speaking.

Gong Wuhou's entire body trembled uncontrollably; he struggled to kill and tear at his soul puppets, but those soul puppets were too numerous.

Moreover, he discovered that each time those departed soul puppets underwent a great shock from the black light of the Wan Soul Banner, they would be reborn again—truly, killing them is endless, exterminating them is impossible.

Gong Wuhou's heart turned completely cold.

The Primordial Spirit Realm has long held the rumor that as long as the Holy Infant Banner does not perish, the soul puppets will not cease; witnessing this truth firsthand actually occurred during the destruction of the Netherworld Palace.

Woo woo woo.

The palace's mind was in great turmoil, countless souls suddenly seized the opportunity and instantly wrapped around it, a soul was pulled out from the palace's divine soul by the soul puppet and flew toward the interior of the myriad souls banner.

Waves of the Universal Salvation True Scripture surged, the palace's divine soul gradually became illusory, turning into points of light that flew into the sky.

Duan Wuliang was overjoyed and quickly recalled the myriad souls banner; the resentful soul of the palace could serve as the master soul of the myriad souls banner.

As the master soul settled into the myriad souls banner, the netherworld ghost fire boiled, countless soul puppets roared angrily to the heavens, and the entire Wanfeng City was filled with eerie, chilling yin winds.

Sun Min looked at Duan Wuliang's smug expression, his face somewhat unpleasant.

He also wanted to seize the palace's soul to serve as the master soul of the myriad souls banner, but failed; with no choice, he activated the soul puppets within the myriad souls banner to search for the treasure vault across the Yanyan Palace grounds.

Soon, they found it.

The soul puppets, upon receiving orders, moved everything inside the treasury into the myriad souls banner.

The interior of the myriad souls banner forms its own space; not only can it hold souls, but it can also be used as storage—earth cultivators already considered this storage function when crafting the myriad souls banner.

Li Shixiong arrived before Duan Wuliang and the other, his face beaming with a brilliant smile; the journey to the Yanyan Palace gained the myriad souls banner several hundred resentful souls.

"It's time to go back," Li Shixiong said.

The righteous and evil sects both stared at the movements of the Slaughter Ghost Sect; the righteous sect had been deeply humiliated by the Slaughter Ghost Sect.

Nowadays, the Primordial Spirit Realm constantly hears rumors that evil declines while righteousness rises; the righteous path suffered a great loss of face and might take the opportunity to retaliate.

"Haha, good."

Upon hearing this, Duan Wuliang responded affirmatively, extending his hand to cast a seal to retrieve the hovering luminous recording sphere in the sky.

At that very moment.

He suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of palpitations; before Duan Wuliang could react, Sun Min grabbed him and pulled him from his original position.

Whoosh.

A blue arrow suddenly sliced past Duan Wuliang's former position; the arrow was extremely fast, and the lingering electric glow had not yet completely faded.

"My luminous recording sphere?"

Duan Wuliang came to his senses from shock and discovered the luminous recording sphere had been taken by the arrow, enraging him to the point of fury.

He truly had not expected this.

When the Slaughter Ghost Sect exterminated the Yanyan Palace, other forces had secretly been watching them, and at their most lax moment, released an arrow to snatch the luminous recording sphere.

The archer seized the perfect opportunity, knowing that Duan Wuliang would abandon the luminous recording sphere in a crisis, and thus evaded danger first.

"Damn, chase?"

Duan Wuliang and the two others transformed into three streaks of black light, rushing toward the direction the arrow was fired; fortunately, the arrow bore the imprint of a strongman from the Daci Fortress, otherwise the luminous recording sphere would have vanished completely.

Many forces above Wanfeng City wore complex expressions.

"The arrow carries wind and thunder power; it must be the Heaven-Shaking Arrow from the Wind and Thunder Holy Land, the second greatest righteous sect in Huanyu."

On a pavilion in Wanfeng City, an elder's eyes flickered as he stroked his white beard and spoke.

He is the head of the Tianji Ge branch in Wanfeng City; having already reported the function of the luminous recording sphere to the main sect of Huanyu, strong cultivators from Tianji Ge will soon descend upon the Primordial Spirit Realm's base.

The Primordial Spirit Realm only allows cultivators to enter with their divine souls transformed into bodies; the Slaughter Ghost Sect possessing a treasure capable of massively dissecting divine souls would make all cultivators wary.

Tianji Ge conducts business across Huanyu and knows the value of the luminous recording sphere.

"Chief Wan, could this be the Slaughter Ghost Sect's reliance?" a young man beside the elder guessed, his face full of confusion.

"Wu Feng, the Slaughter Ghost Sect's wolfish ambitions harbor the desire to dominate Huanyu.

They dare offend the Fuyang Sect, Bibo Palace, Tianlongmen, and Zifu; they must rely on something truly formidable.

Originally, all major powers were investigating; now that the luminous recording sphere has appeared, the righteous sect finally has a power they cannot ignore." Upon hearing this, Chief Wan calmly spoke.

He simultaneously ordered the strong cultivators of Tianji Ge to secretly follow Li Shixiong and others to conduct surveillance.

Duan Wuliang, Sun Min, and Li Shixiong tracked the position of the luminous recording sphere, gradually arriving near a great river; within the river, green waves rippled, lotus blossoms bloomed in clusters, and within the stamens lay a golden rune flashing with thunderous light.

Duan Wuliang, Sun Min, and Li Shixiong landed on the ground; ten figures emerged from the great river and surrounded them.

"Hmph, I've been waiting for you a long time," said the leading man among the ten figures, mocking as electric light crackled over his entire body, giving off an unfathomable, mysterious aura.

"Are you cultivators of the Wind and Thunder Cave?" Duan Wuliang's eyes flashed with surprise; seeing Li Shixiong nod at him, he became even more certain.

The Wind and Thunder Cave cultivates wind and thunder power; their techniques are highly special—each strong cultivator condenses wind and thunder laws within their body, not only protecting themselves but also enabling attacks and punishments; moreover, the Wind and Thunder Pavilion is the second greatest righteous sect in Huanyu.

The strong cultivators of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion ambushed them within the great river, clearly having planned this in advance.

"Was that just now the Heaven-Shaking Arrow of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion?" Li Shixiong gazed at the leading man of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, speaking calmly and unhurriedly.

The myriad souls banner's ghostly slaughter can seal off all four directions; ordinary forces cannot break it open, unless encountering its nemesis.

The Wind and Thunder Pavilion cultivates wind and thunder power—supremely yang and rigid, capable of countering killing energy; thus, the arrow that took the luminous crystal ball is not hard to guess.

"You still have some insight!

Not bad; that is indeed my father Lei Ze's Heaven-Shaking Arrow.

Three nameless minor soldiers dying at the hands of Lei Wuyai is also fortunate." Lei Wuyai's face bore an expression of unbearable arrogance as he looked at Li Shixiong and the others, mocking them.

He is the son of Lei Ze, master of the Wanbao Hall in the Wind and Thunder Cave; the Heaven-Shaking Bow was given to him by Lei Ze as a protective treasure, but when he saw the power of the luminous recording sphere in Wanfeng Town, he could no longer remain still.

Lei Wuyai led his men to shoot the Heaven-Shaking Arrow near Wanfeng City opportunistically, while he himself brought companions to ambush here, waiting to catch them like turtles in a jar.

All ten of them are great perfection cultivators of the Earth Origin Realm; Duan Wuliang has only three cultivators, and they don't even have a chance to flee.

The Primordial Spirit Realm is fraught with crises; that sect loses several cultivators daily without falling, as long as they act cleanly, no one will investigate them.

During this period, the Slaughter Ghost Sect's fame has greatly increased, their power rising like the midday sun; other great sects of Huanyu are unwilling to offend them, because they cannot discern the Slaughter Ghost Sect's reliance, and do not wish to lose face like the Fuyang Sect and other sects, wasting sect strength for no reason.

Now that he has obtained from Duan Wuliang a treasure capable of exterminating divine souls, even if the sect learns he killed a Slaughter Ghost Sect member, what of it? As long as he brings the soul-exterminating treasure back to the sect for proper study, if the sect's artifact forging hall can simulate a corresponding treasure, the Wind and Thunder Pavilion's influence in the Primordial Spirit Realm will likewise increase.

"Alas, since we cannot escape your grasp.

We three are willing to surrender, to act as internal spies for the Wind and Thunder Cave, gathering intelligence on the Slaughter Ghost Sect's base."

While Sun Min spoke, he took the opportunity to crush a red elixir.

The wind and thunder power of the Wind and Thunder Cave has an innate countering effect on the souls within the myriad souls banner, greatly reducing its power; moreover, the opposing ten cultivators are all great perfection cultivators of the Earth Origin Realm.

To resolve the crisis, they three must think of other methods, so they again considered the Heartlonging Pill; the Heartlonging Pill contains high concentrations of Viagra and aphrodisiacs—if they delay long enough for the opponent's body to erupt with desire, that will be their chance to escape.

"Senior Brother Lei, this cultivator from the Shagui Sect is quite pragmatic, isn't he?"

"I thought the Shagui Sect, targeting the ten major righteous sects of Huanyu—Fu Yang Sect, Bibo Palace, Tianlong Gate, and Zifu and Lu Yan Valley—would be full of vigor and ambition, but I never expected them to be such spineless cowards at a matter of life and death."

A plump cultivator beside Lei Tianya, Pang Da Yuan, teased.

As he spoke, his swollen chest heaved violently; someone unaware might mistake him for a fat girl.

"Better to die well than live in disgrace."

"The pragmatic are the true heroes."

Duan Wuliang, hearing Sun Min's covert mental transmission, spoke with a carefree, smiling expression.

Damn it.

"Soon, the effects of the Desire-Heart Elixir will take hold—you'll wish you were dead, you fat bastard."

Duan Wuliang thought to himself. (End of Chapter)