Chapter 180: A Touch of Yin and Yang Qi Runs Wild, the Mountain and River Treasure Map Reveals Divine Might

Not long after.

The clouds dispersed and the rain cleared; the sounds gradually faded away.

Looking again at the sea area where both sides had been battling, amidst a shimmering, colorful haze, it was empty and desolate.

Only specks of blood remained, staining the seawater, drawing mindless fish and shrimp that, driven by instinct, frantically rushed over to fight for them.

As they leaped, the water rippled.

Fang Longye sensed the gazes of Long Xuan and Ao Chun, turned his head with a brilliant smile, and said to Ao Chun, "Pretty boy, it's your turn!"

Amidst his laughter, he pointed a finger, and a streak of black and white radiance suddenly appeared, accompanied by the sound of a dragon's roar, rushing toward him.

A single touch of Yin and Yang Two Qis, evolving into ten thousand variations.

Constantly changing, like blades and swords, dense and fine, absolutely sharp, severing everything, driving the continuous generation of spatial fragments in the surrounding area.

This unstoppable elegance made the entire world lose its luster.

Ao Chun's heart skipped a beat; without hesitation, he immediately unleashed numerous Spirit Treasures to protect his body, and with a thought, a three-foot-long thunder talisman rose from above his crown.

Qing Di Five Thunder Talisman! Among the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, Qian and Dui belong to Metal, Zhen and Xun belong to Wood, Kan belongs to Water, Li belongs to Fire, and Kun and Gen belong to Earth.

And Xun is Wind, which is Yin Wood; Zhen is Thunder, which belongs to Yang Wood.

Ao Chun possesses the Azure Dragon bloodline and a natural Wood-attribute destiny, so he naturally has exquisite attainments in thunder Dharma.

This divine talisman is the Superior Spiritual Treasure in his possession that best suits him.

Knowing Fang Longye's strength, he used a lethal move right from the start.

One could see that on the Qing Di Five Thunder Talisman, dense, intricate characters were twisted—neither bird nor fish, very archaic—recording the true essence of thunder, containing great destruction, great slaughter, and great devastation.

As soon as the thunder talisman rose, black clouds gathered within a radius of ten thousand miles, and countless thunderous electric snakes roared out from within; faintly, one could see the electric snakes aggregating and changing, forming dragon shapes, countless in number.

Afterward, everything condensed into a single mass, forming an area of a thousand acres.

A thunder prison, a thunder sea, a thunder storm.

The surroundings turned into a world of thunder, annihilating time and space.

Ao Chun breathed a sigh of relief.

Relying on this lethal move, more than ten Golden Immortals had perished at his hands.

No matter what, it should be able to block it for a while, allowing him to free up his efforts to deal with it properly.

However, it was useless.

That streak of black and white color swept past, and everything vanished into nothingness, as if wiped away bit by bit with a rag; nothing left a trace.

Only a trail of Yin and Yang Two Qis remained, filling the sky and covering the earth, attacking as if to engulf everything.

The surrounding Aura became heavy, as if the vibrant colors had been drained away, leaving only black and white before his eyes.

Countless Yin-Yang Fish, as small as dust, slowly rotated and aggregated together, forming an extreme sharpness.

In an instant, it was already before him, and the scent of death surged into his heart.

How is this possible?!

Ao Chun had no time to think; he directly severed his own arm, wanting to block this streak of Yin and Yang Two Qis to gain a moment of buffer.

The severed arm flew out, turning into a baring-fangs-and-brandishing-claws blood dragon, its scales shaking open, dripping with fresh blood.

Then it circled left and right, coiling around the Yin and Yang Two Qis, blocking its continued advance.

Not enough! It was actually not enough! The Yin and Yang Two Qis flickered slightly, and in an instant, it sliced this blood dragon into tiny particles and continued straight toward him.

Ao Chun's face was pale, his clothes stained with blood, looking extremely miserable; he had lost an arm and suffered heavy damage to his vitality, and for a moment, he was unable to dodge.

This was both because the Yin and Yang Two Qis came too fast and too fiercely, and because he, seeing that the Yin and Yang Two Qis were unstoppable, had actively used a divine ability to sever his arm to save his life.

As a True Immortal-level member of the Dragon Clan, Ao Chun's dragon body was indeed very powerful, with a vitality so vigorous it was unimaginable to ordinary people.

Although he could not reach the attainments of Fang Longye's Blood Rebirth in physical cultivation, if it were just regrowing a severed limb, it would be but a thought away.

Only, this time it was not an ordinary severed arm.

This was a divine ability similar to burning blood and exploding one's potential; although on the surface he only lost an arm, in reality, he had infused a significant amount of his internal essence and blood energy into it.

This move was equivalent to losing more than half of his own strength, so it was impossible to recover in a short time.

He couldn't block it! His thinking was abnormally stretched and extended at this moment. Ao Chun clearly and distinctly perceived the encroachment of death.

Even with his many Spirit Treasures, he could not withstand this strike! It was not that the Spirit Treasures were not strong enough, but that he was too weak compared to Fang Longye! It seemed that Ao Chun's response to Fang Longye's finger had been back and forth, lasting a long time.

In reality, from the moment the Yin and Yang Two Qis were wielded to the moment Ao Chun moved to respond, it was but a flash of lightning, and he had already fallen into a state of imminent death.

"Sigh!"

Just at the critical moment, Long Xuan sighed, finally stood up, and pointed a finger.

A brilliant radiance was born, suddenly leaping to surround Ao Chun, transforming into a shimmering phantom of an Yinglong.

As it swallowed clouds and spat mist, it was filled with ancient tadpole scripts flowing, lifelike.

It blocked the attack of Fang Longye's Yin and Yang Two Qis, saving Ao Chun's life at the crucial moment.

It was no wonder she did this; after all, this matter was instigated by her, and if she didn't even save Ao Chun from death, it would truly be unjustifiable.

The divine abilities of both sides canceled each other out, scattering into specks of light.

Taking this opportunity, Long Xuan flicked her sleeve, tossing the listless Ao Chun to one side.

"Little lady, finally willing to make a move?"

Fang Longye stopped Peng Mowang, who was about to step forward to devour Ao Chun, and teased, staring with great interest at Long Xuan, who had already flown out of the Treasure Pavilion.

Long Xuan stood with a slender figure, facing Fang Longye's unbridled teasing and Ao Chun's hate-filled gaze, showing no reaction at all.

Only her fine brows were knitted, and light swirled in her beautiful eyes as she stared intently at the Clear and Turbid Yin and Yang Two Qis constantly flowing around Fang Longye.

Sensing the Aura he emitted, she spread the wings behind her back, which had come from time and space, and they shook incessantly.

A short while later.

Withdrawing her gaze, she spoke in a cold voice: "You actually refined the Wu Clan Essence Blood?"

Although the tone sounded like a question, the words were absolute.

Fang Longye did not answer her, but instead asked in turn: "May I ask your name? Where is your home?"

It was not for any other reason; after all, this young woman before him had already condensed a Yinglongzhishhen, and was by no means an ordinary person.

If he really were to be able to strike her down, he would have to know where her family and kin resided, so that when he had the ability later, he could eliminate any future trouble.

"Dongting, Long Xuan."

Long Xuan responded coldly, the strange and slender wings on her back fluttering incessantly, possessing an indescribable beauty.

She looked at Fang Longye opposite her, a restless urge stirring in her heart.

As someone who had acquired the Yinglongzhishhen later in life, she naturally knew of that "Yin and Yang Great Vehicle Dragon Transformation Scripture."

It was just that she possessed the Yinglong Bloodline, and for these years she had been focusing her energy on condensing the Yinglongzhishhen, having no remaining energy to spare for other things.

Furthermore, in this current era of the Acquired, such secret arts of Reverse Innate were long out of fashion, almost every step a Calamity, everywhere giving rise to difficulties.

Even though she was of noble birth, she still felt a bit daunted by the Tribulation that arose from this aspect.

Of course, although she did not practice this secret art, it was not that she did not know of its power, only that the specific situation was not clear to her.

But right now, seeing that Fang Longye had even fused the Wu Clan Essence Blood—which ordinary people avoided like the plague—into his body.

And he was still perfectly fine, seemingly not affecting his performance in the aspect of the Primordial Spirit in the slightest.

This made her feel astonished.

Was this secret art truly so miraculous? Being very curious about this, facing Fang Longye who practiced this secret art, she naturally had an urge to have a proper duel with him to witness the profundity of this aspect. After all, one should emulate the virtuous.

Cultivation, to a certain extent, is a process of broadening one's horizons and improving oneself.

However, thinking of the purpose of her trip, she suppressed this thought, deciding to follow the plan and that it would be better not to clash head-on with him.

Immediately, the aura on her body rose step by step, clouds unfolding, spanning the sky and covering the earth, pushing her Golden Immortal Aura to the limit.

Without further ado, she pointed a finger, and a treasure lamp emerged from above the auspicious clouds on her crown.

This lamp was not large, with a bronze base, embroidered with lifelike Dao diagrams, Swallowing Blade and spitting fire, flying swords and moving pellets, clouds and mists obscure and vast, and so on and so forth, thousands upon thousands, back and forth.

As soon as it was raised, profound scenes appeared around the lamp light: a White Tiger plucking a zither, an Azure Dragon playing a flute, a mysterious turtle dancing, and a Phoenix Clan pair frolicking, circling the surrounding space-time.

It cut off all light, all color, and all sound.

Fang Longye only felt that his surroundings had instantly stagnated, and some of his methods involving space were immediately restricted.

After her observation just now, Long Xuan knew that whether it was Peng Mowang or Fang Longye, their attainments in space were not a bit weaker than her own.

Naturally, she had to impose restrictions.

Turning this aspect into her own advantage.

Fang Longye sneered: "To think you possess a Yinglongzhishhen, yet you rely solely on a Spirit Treasure! You have truly shamed the Yinglong Laozu!"

One must know that what Yinglong Laozu was praised for was not any Spirit Treasure, but that powerful strength that could not be described in words.

In Nanzhan Buzhou, the large water system south of the Yellow River was all formed by her using her tail to draw on the ground when she descended to the mortal world to help Dayu control the floods.

This was not the southern China on the Blue Planet, but half of the water system of Nanzhan Buzhou in the Honghuang world; the vastness of the area, stretching far beyond a mere capital region, one can imagine the difficulty of it.

"Hmph!"

Although Long Xuan was furious, she did not fall for Fang Longye's provocation; she only raised her willow eyebrows, opened her almond eyes wide, and spread the wings behind her, disappearing from the spot with unparalleled speed.

When she appeared again, she was already behind him.

"Duo!" She spat a beam of light from her nose, containing unimaginable power, drawing a circle on the ground to act as a prison.

The Yinglongzhishhen brought her not only powerful strength but also the ability to control space-time.

After all, in Honghuang, if one were to say that Zhu Long was the Dragon of Time and Qinglong Old Ancestor could be considered the Dragon of Space.

Then the successor who carried the blessings of the predecessors—Yinglong Laozu—could be called the Dragon of Space-Time.

Since Long Xuan's cultivation realm broke through to Golden Immortal and she condensed the Yinglongzhishhen, this move did not even require the blink of an eye to execute.

It could be said that in an instant, she had already bound Fang Longye with her divine ability.

Fang Longye was caught within it, sensing the power all around, and even the Dharma in his body felt sluggish, as if it had been immobilized.

One can imagine the power of this divine ability.

"Is this an upgraded version of the Immobilization Spell?" Fang Longye thought to himself while surging his power to resist.

He also knew the Immobilization Spell, but it did not have such power.

"This detestable guy, how does he have such immense strength? Is the Wu Clan Essence Blood really that powerful?"

After Long Xuan immobilized Fang Longye with one hand, she herself was not having an easy time.

Looking closely, one would find her brows knitted together, twitching, and sweat had already appeared on her smooth forehead, her temples slightly damp.

This divine ability of hers, while seemingly profound, was not invincible, capable of defying all rules.

Simply put, she could use one part of strength to trap ten parts of strength, having the same effect as the common saying of "four ounces moving a thousand pounds."

However, even so, facing a freak like Fang Longye, she still felt a sense of strain.

Without time to hesitate, knowing she could not trap Fang Longye for too long.

Long Xuan immediately had a thought, and a beam of light suddenly rushed into the sky from her crown, rising up, crashing upwards, thunder exploding, and heaven and earth opened.

The Treasure Map was revealed without doubt—mountains and rivers, earth, sun and moon, stars, birds, beasts, fish, all kinds of living creatures, and so on, in rows and patches, spreading out, even faintly hearing the sound of voices.

The light continued to rise, occasionally accompanied by the divine sound of heaven and earth opening.

Every time a sound came, the sky grew one layer higher.

In the end, looking closely, there were thirty-six layers in total, filled with Divine Light and auspicious mist, with no lack of immortal birds and spirit beasts, immortals coming and going, light all around, brilliant and cascading.

The sound of flutes and the sound of bells and drums were all within it.

The towering momentum connected heaven and earth.

The Treasure Map spanned the sky, first blocking behind her, stopping Peng Mowang's attack, all attacks sinking like stones into the sea, leaving no trace.

Then, the Treasure Map rolled, enveloping Peng Mowang within it, and afterwards, it suddenly returned, rolling Fang Longye, who was already about to break free from her divine ability's restraint, into the inner world of the Treasure Map.

The entire process took but an instant; relying on the advantage of a Supreme Spiritual Treasure, Long Xuan captured Fang Longye and Peng Mowang.

Once Fang Longye entered the Treasure Map, he swept his gaze across it, and his expression turned unsightly.

He saw that the surrounding world was magnificent and beautiful, folding and shifting, bizarre and motley, permeated with an unusual Aura.

He said in a deep voice, "A Supreme Spiritual Treasure!"

"That's right!"

A delicate voice came, and then, in the highest reaches of this world, purple and cyan mists rose for who knows how many zhang, supporting the sun and moon, shining brilliantly.

Immediately, it folded downward to condense into a canopy, overflowing with flowing light and vibrant colors, a sight that made one forget the mundane.

Beneath the canopy, the figure of Long Xuan appeared, seeming both illusory and real; she was draped in a Sea Dharma robe embroidered with a Dragon Gate pattern, with surging water waves beneath her feet, her golden pupils brilliant and awe-inspiring.

Above her crown, auspicious clouds stretched continuously, clear and bright as water, with a precious seal faintly floating and sinking, held aloft by Three Flowers.

It was a wisp of her consciousness, submerged into the Mountain and River Map, manifesting into form.

She chuckled, "A Supreme Spiritual Treasure, although only at the acquired level, is still a treasure that makes Taiyi figures flock to it. Let's see how you escape now!"

Fang Longye was just about to open his mouth to ask exactly how he had provoked her.

But he saw her say nothing more, directly activating the Treasure Map from the outside.

Within the world of the Mountain and River Map, beyond the nine heavens, a clear chime immediately rang out, and killing intent came from all directions.

The void seemed to brighten, and a very exquisite frost-white halo of light rippled in the surroundings.

On the outermost edge were tens of thousands of birds, growing large and small, lifelike, emitting sharp whistling sounds.

They looked extremely distant.

Yet when Fang Longye saw such a phenomenon, sharp killing intent had already approached, silent and soundless.

Puchi—

Fang Longye stepped, moving slightly, as the formless and shadowless light circled past his body.

But the icy chill was continuous and unending; even with his currently formidable physical body, he felt the cold seeping into his very bones.

Puchi, puchi—

The killing intent had just arisen and suddenly became urgent; the frost-white halo in the sky and the birds within the wheel became increasingly clear, their whistling grew louder, and the light descending from the air became even more elusive—it could only be felt, but was difficult to see.

"The Heaven unleashes its killing intent!"

Fang Longye said through gritted teeth.

This Spirit Treasure was already ranked as Supreme; the level of the world evolved within it was far beyond a Small Thousand World.

It might not reach a Great Thousand World, but it was firmly at a level bordering on one.

The killing intent derived from a perfect Middle Thousand World—he absolutely could not withstand it! Fortunately, he was not without preparations.

(End of chapter)