Chapter 1521: Shaking the Dao Foundation

Shaking the Dao Foundation

It was exactly Jian Changsheng.

Doctor Han's Kingdom of the Dying made Jian Changsheng, who was supposed to be transformed into a ghost of the Ancient Vault, become an existence somewhere between the two, not truly integrating into the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path... However, relying on his Secret Pupil, Chen Ling could see clearly that the soul was still inching toward the Ghost Path Foundation at an extremely slow speed.

Once his soul fell into the Ghost Path, he would be truly dead. He wasn't a Rank 9 Demigod and didn't have a soul backup, so there was simply no possibility of resurrection.

"Hearts!! Clubs!!"

Seeing the two of them, Jian Changsheng's soul instantly had his eyes light up!

Without hesitation, Chen Ling propped open the Red Paper Umbrella. A suction force surged from within, but this only slowed down Jian Changsheng's speed of falling into the Ghost Path slightly, failing to directly snatch him back into the umbrella.

Ultimately, Chen Ling was still only at Rank 7. Even if he could influence the ghost-controlling arts of those Special Envoys, the Ghost Path Foundation's control over souls was fundamentally on a different level than that of the Special Envoys.

"Hearts, what should we do?" Jiang Xiaohua looked at Chen Ling somewhat anxiously.

"We can only start with the Ghost Path Foundation. If we can shake the Dao Foundation, even if just for an instant, I can collect his soul into the umbrella... By doing so, we can also conveniently take down a Dao Foundation Shard."

"But this thing is so huge, can we shake it?"

"It's not a question of whether we can." Chen Ling shook his head. "We... must!"

They entered the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path exactly to collect the Dao Foundation Shards of the Ghost Path. If they couldn't shake the Dao Foundation, not only would they have made a wasted trip, causing the plan to Reboot the World to fail, but they would also lose a Jian Changsheng.

Chen Ling had also seen the Dao Foundations of other Divine Paths, but the completeness and strength of the Path of Ghosts Dao Foundation was completely above other Divine Paths. It wasn't that easy to shake it... but they had no other choice.

"Just the two of you want to shake the Dao Foundation? Wishful thinking." Beside them, Suxi snorted coldly.

The next second, he was cursed by Jiang Xiaohua until he howled.

"Go!"

Chen Ling and Jiang Xiaohua charged toward the Dao Foundation at the same time.

The Ghost Path couldn't possibly just let the two of them shake its foundation. It had already started making preparations the moment they stepped into the Temple of the Dead... Almost simultaneously, the figure of a Special Envoy draped in a white robe directly descended from the sky!

Ghost Path Special Envoy, Xiaoji.

Xiaoji was also feeling somewhat depressed at this moment.

He was originally hunting down Sun Bumian, but shortly after that guy stepped into the River Styx, he actually lost track of him... Xiaoji searched on the River Styx for a long time but still couldn't find where Sun Bumian was hiding. It was as if some kind of power had isolated Sun Bumian's living aura, preventing Xiaoji from finding him.

This was probably the method of that Path of Divination Demigod again.

Following that, he received a warning from the Ghost Path and rushed directly to the Temple of the Dead, only to see the menacing Chen Ling and Jiang Xiaohua...

You want me to block the two of them single-handedly?

Me???

Chikou and Liulian together failed to block Chen Ling, and that Jiang Xiaohua even walked his colleague like a dog. What virtue and ability did he, Xiaoji, have to shoulder such a heavy responsibility?

But with things having reached this point, Xiaoji had to go up whether he wanted to or not. He reached out and grasped into the void. A chain locked onto a ghost in the River Styx that was extremely powerful in life, dragging it to his side.

However, before Xiaoji could activate that person's Divine Path, a Red Paper Umbrella spun lightly in Chen Ling's hand. The attractive force directly dragged that ghost toward the direction of the umbrella, causing the two to be deadlocked in place for a time!

The next second, a head of white hair fluttered before Xiaoji's eyes.

Bang——!!

Xiaoji raised his hand in time, exchanging a frontal punch with Jiang Xiaohua. Both staggered back several steps.

In this brief interval, the figure in the theatrical robe streaked past above them like lightning!

Chen Ling gripped the Bone-Stripping Knife. A cold glint flashed in the gaze he cast at the Ghost Path Foundation. He directly gathered all his power into his arm, abruptly shouting at the same time,

"Why talk of the clownish feudal lords, a single strike of my sword can block a million soldiers!!"

Theater Dao Secret Method, [Sleeve-Hand Pushing Heaven]!

Boom——!!!

A terrifying aura erupted from Chen Ling's body. His full-powered strike slashed onto the Ghost Path Foundation, and thunderous explosive sounds instantly echoed throughout the entire temple!

Under Chen Ling's full-powered strike, the Ghost Path Foundation was hardly shaken at all; there were only slight scratches on the surface. At the same time, a force of counter-shock transmitted from the hilt, causing Chen Ling to violently spurt out a mouthful of blood, and his entire person flew backward like a cannonball!

As Chen Ling's figure crashed into the temple wall, billowing smoke and dust flew up.

Chen Ling staggered to his feet from the ground, casually wiping the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth. The look in his eyes as he looked at the Ghost Path Foundation was somewhat shocked.

This Dao Foundation... is it this hard??

His full-powered strike could actually only leave a light scratch on its surface, let alone shake it.

Normally speaking, for the Dusk Society to obtain Dao Foundation Shards, there were roughly two ways... First, directly seize the Dao Foundation Secret Treasure derived from the Dao Foundation Shard; second, forcefully pry off a piece from a Divine Favor possessed by a Divine Path Possessor.

Currently, most of the Dao Foundation Shards of the Dusk Society were obtained through the second method. But the problem was that aside from the Special Envoys, it was almost impossible for anyone to step onto the Path of Ghosts, so this method was simply unworkable... As for the Dao Foundation Secret Treasure, Chen Ling hadn't even seen it since entering the Ancient Vault until now.

Chen Ling had also thought of torturing a Special Envoy to ask for the whereabouts of the Secret Treasure, but ultimately, they still had to find a way to save Jian Changsheng's soul. Therefore, forcefully shaking the Dao Foundation was their only choice at present.

But the degree of difficulty in shaking the Dao Foundation had already exceeded Chen Ling's imagination.

Seeing that Chen Ling couldn't shake the Dao Foundation, Xiaoji instantly relaxed quite a bit. At the same time, he could feel the Ghost Path establishing a connection with him. As the only Dao Foundation guardian at present, the entire Ancient Vault was invisibly helping him.

Xiaoji glanced at the other end of his chain, at the ghost being pinned down by the red umbrella. Under an extreme clash of confidence, he snorted coldly,

"I'd like to see just how much capability this broken umbrella of yours has?"

Xiaoji raised his hand and beckoned into the distance.

The next second,

That vast, churning River Styx actually separated out a small tributary, surging straight in this direction!

Although it was only a small tributary, its scale was also like a vast river roaring and surging. Under the guidance of Xiaoji, or rather the will of the Ghost Path, this tributary poured down with a rumble from above the divine pillar, directly submerging the figures of Chen Ling and Jiang Xiaohua!

Since that red umbrella pinned down the ghost he controlled, he would just directly bring in more ghosts. As chains extended from within Xiaoji's body, directly connecting to hundreds of ghosts, various Divine Path pathways frantically alternated on his body!

With a casual wave of his hand, dense Embroidery Threads directly swept toward Jiang Xiaohua with overwhelming force. The myriad phenomena of the universe intertwined amidst the Embroidery Threads, incredibly lifelike.

Chen Ling froze. His gaze pierced directly through the vast expanse of ghosts, landing on the ghost tightly gripped in Xiaoji's hand...

"...Yao Qing?"