Chapter 86: The Last Sect Master of the Wugui Dao

Listening to the aura of Ancestor Tingyou still rising, yet Lu Yang remained calm, for he knew very well that the other's state was actually not much different from his own.

Having lost his physical body, only a soul remained.

In magical combat he relied entirely on the augmentation of status brought by great divine abilities; bullying weaker foes was unstoppable, but once he met an opponent of equal status, his decline would show.

The reason they were evenly matched now was purely because Lu Yang had done the same thing himself.

In order to forge the 【Corpse-Released Immortal】, his physical body was still in a state of "death then shedding," and compared to Ancestor Tingyou's state it was only slightly superior.

But since he dared to come knocking on his own initiative, he naturally had full confidence.

"Nine Heavens Register Secret Demon Yin Thunder!"

He saw Ancestor Tingyou's expression turn cold and stern, Daoist syllables issuing from his mouth, his hands forming a seal, and in an instant thunder was born in the void, lightning crashing down, cleaving toward Lu Yang from midair.

This time Lu Yang did not meet it head-on, but silently operated his sword art, transforming a streak of sword-light beneath his feet, while simultaneously summoning the Blood Yang Sword Pill to fly a hundred li away, then splitting off another streak of sword-light, and finally through the "Divine Thunder Sword-Control True Art"'s technique of sword-light displacement, flashed his body to a place a hundred li away.

Boom!

He only heard a tremendous roar, and Lu Yang saw that thunder-light fall into the City of the Wrongly Dead below, in an instant shattering several districts, raising up a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Yet from that mountain of corpses and sea of blood not a single soul flew out—they had all been scattered, body and soul dispersed!

"A thunder art that specifically counters souls."

Lu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly. Thunder is originally the most yang, most firm thing under heaven, yet when things reach their extreme they reverse; the most yin, most soft qi can likewise give birth to thunderbolts ten thousand zhang tall.

Ancestor Tingyou's "Nine Heavens Register Secret Demon Yin Thunder" was clearly this kind of divine ability. Presumably the other had also seen through his true state, and only then applied the remedy to the case, attempting to use this thunder art to pollute his soul. Once struck by it, this magical duel would likely be lost.

Thinking of this, Lu Yang once again split his sword-light, scattering it toward the four directions.

"Sword-flight art?"

Ancestor Tingyou's gaze swept over, yet he gave a cold laugh: "The sword-flight of the Jade Pivot Yushu Jiange is indeed the world's extreme speed, but so long as it is a divine ability, there must be a method to break it."

"In the past my Wugui Dao clashed blades with the Jade Pivot Yushu Jiange several times—how could I not know this path?"

"Besides, you don't seem well-versed in sword arts; eight out of ten you learned it by dual cultivation's absorption-and-complement method, didn't you? Petty tricks, and you dare show off before this seat."

Having spoken, he raised a finger and pointed.

Where the fingertip pointed, rolling mysterious light surged forth, blanketing the sky and covering the earth; on closer inspection each one was a Wugui, their number no less than Lu Yang's sword-lights!

Each Wugui closely followed one streak of sword-light.

And when Lu Yang once again used sword-flight to leave the battlefield, he saw Ancestor Tingyou likewise form a seal, shake his body, and likewise vanish from the spot.

The next second, when Lu Yang stepped out from a streak of sword-light, the Wugui beside that sword-light actually also changed appearance, revealing Ancestor Tingyou's figure!

Boom!

The next second, another bolt of yin thunder came cleaving down from above. At the critical instant, Lu Yang shook the Myriad Spirits Banner in his hand, and several hundred to a thousand Five Thunder talismans flew out from the banner, then activated simultaneously, transforming into a single blazing yang thunder that crashed violently into that yin thunder in midair.

"Talismans?"

Ancestor Tingyou's brow furrowed slightly at the sight, but soon smoothed out: "Although it's a bit troublesome, how many do you have? Still a drop in the bucket!"

The voice cut off abruptly.

Because the next second, Lu Yang fully unfurled the Myriad Spirits Banner, and one after another talismans flew out from within, in an instant filling more than half of heaven and earth!

In his previous life, Lu Yang had the aid of the Clear Dao Jade Slip, and had long since pushed his talisman arts and formations to the limit of the Qi Refining realm, ranked at the seventh grade. Coupled with the Myriad Spirits Banner's industrial production assembly line's augmentation, he directly used talismans to lay formations, shifting and transforming, instantly drawing upon the heaven-and-earth might within a radius of a hundred li.

Not only that, around the City of the Wrongly Dead formation lines were now lighting up one after another.

In an instant, one saw flying light and flowing fire, wind and thunder rolling through the sky, actually firmly covering the entire City of the Wrongly Dead, and also trapping Ancestor Tingyou at the very center of the formation!

"You really think I came knocking rashly, having done nothing?"

When dealing with an old senior, Lu Yang had come prepared.

Long before hurrying to the City of the Wrongly Dead, he had already laid down a great formation around it. Now that the formation activated, it immediately erupted with earth-shaking might.

In the past, Lu Yang relying on a single Blood-Wash Chen Tianhe Sword Formation Diagram could use his cultivation at the eighth layer of Qi Refining to stubbornly resist peak Qi Refining. The augmentation formations gave to combat power could not be called small. Naturally Ancestor Tingyou would not fail to understand this either, and his expression immediately changed drastically, then he formed a hand seal and was about to flee beyond the formation's range.

"Hmph, trying to run?"

Lu Yang flung up his wide sleeves, and the sword-lights he had previously split out instantly reversed and swept back to attack.

Earlier, in order to track Lu Yang, Ancestor Tingyou had each Wugui closely follow one streak of sword-light; now he had lifted a rock only to drop it on his own feet.

In the blink of an eye, the sword-lights swept clean the Wugui still remaining outside the formation.

And without Wugui as a medium, Ancestor Tingyou naturally could not teleport away through the void either, and could only watch with an ugly expression as he fell into the formation's encirclement.

Lu Yang saw the situation and gave a cold smile, immediately forming a hand seal.

In an instant, the formation shifted, countless talismans trembled in unison, wind, -thunder-water-fire instantly poured forth, drowning Ancestor Tingyou's figure within them.

If it were only a simple formation, Ancestor Tingyou would not have feared it, but the one controlling the formation happened to be Lu Yang; with his own status augmenting it, this was a truly lethal move. When the wind-thunder-water-fire dispersed, Ancestor Tingyou's figure reappeared, but the previously dazzling radiance of his soul had already dimmed considerably.

"Good, what a fine junior!"

Ancestor Tingyou was seen with hair disheveled, his eyes utterly grim, saying in a low voice: "I truly did not wish to expose it, but now it seems there is no choice."

Before his words had finished, his aura abruptly changed!

He was seen forming a hand seal, the Xuanming Prefecture Lord phase behind him expanding once more, the 【Yanmo Hall】 growing ever more real, and one after another eight treasure seats appeared.

"Return to your seats!"

The eerie demonic sound spread in all directions. The next second, Lu Yang saw eight crimson-red escape lights that had just fled to the distance, now flying back once more.

Within those escape lights were reflected the terrified faces of the eight elders of the Tingyou Sect. Lu Yang immediately urged the formation to intercept them, but they appeared to be in another realm, ethereal and insubstantial, utterly impossible to stop, and in the blink of an eye, they arrived at Ancestor Tingyou's side.

"Black and White Impermanence, Civil and Martial Judges."

"Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Day and Night Wandering Gods."

Each time Ancestor Tingyou uttered a name, one elder landed on a treasure seat manifested by the 【Yanmo Hall】, until after all eight elders had taken their seats—

Boom!

Ancestor Tingyou was seen transforming into the Xuanming Prefecture Lord phase, directly landing on the main seat of the 【Yanmo Hall】. The entire 【Yanmo Hall】 instantly seemed to be reborn, ten thousand ghosts roaring, each performing its own duty, as if the true underworld had descended upon the mortal world, and in an instant broke free from the talisman formation Lu Yang had laid!

Almost simultaneously, from the vault of heaven above, a sword-cry!

The sword-cry came rolling forth, carrying an unmatched, vast divine sense, causing everyone who heard it to be unable to help but conjure up a scene in their hearts.

That was a cliff reaching from the heavens to the earth.

On the cliff, a heroic young man in a Daoist robe sat cross-legged, gazing toward Jiangbei, with a magic sword placed before his knees; then he slashed northward with two fingers:

"Leader of the Wraith Ghost Dao, the chief criminal must be executed!"

Clang-clang!

The next second, all images vanished; Lu Yang saw only a sharp sword light—indeed, the Jin Dan sword qi within the secret realm had fully awakened!

At this moment, Lu Yang finally understood the identity of Ancestor Ting You.

The last sect master of the Wraith Ghost Dao!

(End of this chapter)