Chapter 228: Contending in Mutual Struggle, Suddenly a Shaman Comes to Aid

"The 'Na Gou Plague World Scripture' is a Pestilence Dao Dharma created by Lv Yue of the Calamity Sect."

Yet, in the midst of the struggle, Yang Chan caught a glimpse of Fang Longye's bewildered expression and specifically sent a voice transmission to inform him.

It was evident that she was quite at ease while facing the weakened Daoist before her. She even had the spare capacity to transmit a great deal of specific information to Fang Longye.

Of course, this was also because the two sides had only just begun to fight and had not yet reached the most intense stage, which allowed her this leisure.

"Calamity Sect's Lv Yue?" Before Fang Longye could even examine the various pieces of information transmitted by Yang Chan, his brows twitched the moment he heard the name 'Lv Yue'.

This person was no simple character.

If he remembered correctly, this head of the plague gods, who now oversaw the world's plagues, was titled "Plague Emperor Haotian the Great" after the Conferring of the Gods Tribulation.

The title 'Haotian' was not something just anyone could use. One could figure out just how extraordinary this Lv Yue was by thinking with their toes.

Although in Fang Longye's impression, Lv Yue's performance in the *Investiture of the Gods* from his past life was not exactly satisfactory.

In the end, he actually lost his life at the hands of Yang Ren, a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect, though Yang Ren relied on the Spirit Treasure, the Five Fire Seven Bird Fan.

However—even history books have discrepancies with reality, let alone a novel of gods and demons from a past life?

It stood to reason that there were significant hidden circumstances here.

With such thoughts, Fang Longye immediately began to peruse the specific information Yang Chan had casually transmitted.

As a trickle of information flowed into his mind, Fang Longye's eyes shone brightly, and he chuckled softly: "So that's how it is—"

He instantly gained a deep understanding of the matters concerning Lv Yue.

This Lv Yue was less a head of the world's plague gods and more the ancestor of the Honghuang Pestilence Dao.

Moreover, he had existed for a very long time.

Long before the Shangqing Saint had established his sect and attained sainthood, this Lv Yue had already attained the Dao in Honghuang, wandering freely between heaven and earth.

It was just that—

Even a Daluo could not be free from disasters and tribulations. Furthermore, this Lv Yue had attained Daluo through the path of plague, and his philosophy was even vaguely inclined toward the path of the end.

Naturally, he was not tolerated by heaven and earth and had suffered a tribulation early on.

However, it was already difficult for a Daluo to truly perish. After the Shangqing Saint founded the Calamity Sect, Lv Yue, the reincarnation of the Plague Ancestor, chose to join the sect under Tongtian Jiaozhu, securing the status of a Saint's disciple to seek protection for his attainment in this life.

This was not strange; in Honghuang, there were many who joined a master while already possessing their own skills, and this was especially common among the disciples of the Three Pure Ones and the Two Saints.

For instance, the Ran Deng Daoist, Nanjixianweng, Yunzhongzi, and so on, under the Yuqing Sect.

There were even more under the Shangqing Sect; just after the War of the Witches and Demons, Tongtian Jiaozhu, that ultimate fanatic of the Animal Protection Association, took in a large group of demon gods.

As for the two Brahma Saints, they were the absolute leaders in this regard. What they loved most was to open the door of convenience wide. The higher one's cultivation, the happier the two Saints, Jieyin and Zhun Ti, would be.

It was easy to understand: those seeking a master wanted to climb a great backer. The title of a Saint's disciple was still quite useful in Honghuang.

And the Three Pure Ones and the Two Saints, as Hunyuan Saints and the peak of the Honghuang Dao, did not care about the minor skills those seeking apprenticeship brought with them; they only valued the apprentice's talent, comprehension, and foundation for the future.

Nothing else was taken into account.

Stealing techniques to learn was simply a huge joke to a Hunyuan Saint. Without the permission of a Hunyuan Saint, one did not even have the qualifications to be a traitor.

In this way, both sides could be said to be moving toward each other.

It was just that, clearly, Lv Yue's luck was not very good. Before he could return to his Daluo body, he was swept into the Conferring of the Gods Tribulation and perished in Honghuang for the second time.

It was also because of his past identity that he was able to be titled "Plague Emperor Haotian the Great."

And the 'Na Gou Plague World Scripture' was written by this Plague Emperor Haotian the Great in his past life, which could be said to be the embodiment of his past life's entire Pestilence Dao.

However, the name *Na Gou Plague World Scripture* sounded like a Dharma inclined toward the end.

And the facts were indeed so. This Dharma advocated using the path of plague to carry out killing and life-taking, possessing the power to return heaven and earth to the Return Ruins.

The so-called birth, aging, sickness, and death, formation, existence, decay, and emptiness. Even the most powerful living beings, under the Pestilence Dao, had the possibility of falling ill and dying.

Then, what if heaven and earth fell ill?

The perfection of the Pestilence Dao was to use the path of plague poison to infect heaven and earth, making heaven and earth "sick," and subsequently "die."

This was the origin of the name of the Dharma *Na Gou Plague World Scripture*: taking the most foul, turbid, and evil things of heaven and earth into oneself, cultivating the "plague" of heaven and earth, and using this to brew plague poison to bring about the end of the world.

As the saying goes, of the three thousand Great Dao, all can attain the Dao, and all can achieve the supreme.

For example, the path of slaughter: as long as one kills immortals, kills gods, kills saints, kills all living things, and kills until heaven and earth return to the Return Ruins and Honghuang ends, one can rely on this path to achieve the supreme, or even transcendence.

The Pestilence Dao is the same.

Infecting all living beings, infecting immortals and gods, infecting Daluo, infecting Hunyuan, infecting the Great Dao, infecting heaven and earth, infecting everything that exists, causing all things to sicken and die, and Honghuang to end—such a perfection can likewise achieve an effect similar to the path of slaughter.

"However, doing this is naturally not tolerated by heaven and earth." After deep contemplation, Fang Longye raised his eyes to look at the Black Robe Daoist who was fighting Yang Chan.

This was his tribulation! Even without Yang Chan, and without the plague poison he had spread in the southwest border of the Great Han.

Other immortal gods and great powers would have sensed the so-called opportunity and fortune, and through other matters, followed the clues to find him and annihilate him from Honghuang.

Heaven wants to kill you! How long can you resist?

……

While Fang Longye was deep in thought, Yang Chan and the Black Robe Daoist named Lv Wen had already fought to the point of intensification.

"Begone!"

With the Lotus Lantern above her head, Yang Chan let out a soft shout, the sound waves exploding, and then she clenched her palm into a fist and blasted it toward the Black Robe Daoist—

Boom—

As soon as the punch was thrown, the fist filled the entire space, striking before Lv Wen.

The jade hand, which appeared slender and delicate, carried the implication of overturning heaven and earth once it was clenched into a fist.

The fist intent burst forth, as if substantial, destroying everything, unstoppable.

Dazzling firelight coiled around the fist, like a dragon or a snake, coiling back and forth, its mouth holding the sun and moon, its tail circling the stars.

Wherever it passed, even space became annihilated and vanished.

It was because she had integrated the flame of the Lotus Lantern into her own attack; every strike contained the might of heavenly fire, impossible to block.

"Heaven and Earth Decay!"

Lv Wen, dressed in a black Daoist robe, shook the Plague Demon Banner in his hand; an indescribable fishy stench, containing a domineering power that corroded all things, filled the space inside and out.

Plague Poison ran rampant, subsequently giving rise to corrosion, and finally, destruction.

Plague Poison, corrosion, destruction, and the end.

From shallow to deep, from the self to the rules, and then to the Great Dao.

This is the path that the Pestilence Dao must take.

The Plague Poison raged, infecting everything and poisoning everything to death, corroding the surrounding void into one shocking, gaping hole after another.

They could not heal for a long time.

The two sides bombarded each other; one was a disciple of Wa Palace and the younger sister of the True Monarch Erlang Xiansheng, while the other was a successor of the Plague Ancestor Lv Yue, a Taiyi Loose Immortal weakened to a Golden Immortal.

In this strike unleashed by the two, neither could dodge or avoid it, and they had no choice but to endure the other's attack.

Yang Chan held the Lotus Lantern above her head; the lamp flame swayed, shining with five colors, scattering raging flames that continuously burned the incoming Plague Poison.

As for Lv Wen, he had no way to be as nonchalant as Yang Chan.

He was sent flying a thousand miles by a punch from Yang Chan, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, and flames erupting from his body—these were the Five Elements Divine Fire transformed from the Lotus Lantern flame.

This Lotus Lantern flame was the Fire of Creation, the most effective at restraining his Pestilence Dao. Just by touching a single spark, his whole body began to burn violently, even more fiercely than the residual force. A moment later, Lv Wen was almost becoming a human torch, with fire constantly erupting from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and so on, crackling and popping incessantly.

It was as if it were endless, determined to purify every bit of Plague Poison from his body.

"Hoo—"

Lv Wen opened his mouth, and raging flames spewed out, carrying a scorching heat that burned black holes into the surrounding space.

"Plague Fire!"

Thousands of black lotuses emerged, with gray flames dancing upon them, carrying the intent to corrode everything.

The black lotuses circled his body, and the continuous Plague Fire wore away the Five Elements Divine Fire he was emitting until nothing remained.

"Hmph!"

"As a heterodox path, the Pestilence Dao is naturally restrained by the magnificent orthodox paths like merit and creation."

"Before Lv Yue returned to the Daluo realm, he couldn't even withstand the Five Virtues True Fire gathered by the Five Fire Seven Bird Fan."

"If you destroy your own body to bolster the Plague Fire, how many of my Lotus Lantern's attacks can you withstand?"

Yang Chan stroked the Jade Axe in her hand and said coldly.

"Does the Three Holy Mother think that with the lesson of the Plague Ancestor, this seat would still follow the path of the Pestilence Dao's evolution of the past?"

Lv Wen channeled the Plague Fire, paying a certain price to quickly extinguish the Five Elements Divine Fire on his body, and sneered with a somewhat pale complexion.

Having said that, he shook the Plague Demon Banner again.

In an instant, the sky suddenly darkened, Calamity Qi surged, and gray Pestilence Qi spread along with it, evolving in circles into Fish Calamity, Locust Calamity, Swine Calamity, Dragon Snake Calamity, Horse Calamity, Human Affliction, Epidemic, Black Calamity, Black Omen, and so on, endlessly.

This was plague, and even more so, a disaster and Calamity.

"The Plague Ancestor now holds the authority over the world's plagues; as he spreads the plague, I shall naturally follow suit, using the Pestilence Dao to bring down Calamity on behalf of Heaven!"

With his sleeves fluttering, Lv Wen faced her proudly and coldly.

Since the Pestilence Dao was heading toward the end of the world and would be rejected by Heaven and Earth, he naturally would not think of fighting to the death. Even though he had now also dabbled in the Demon path.

The Pestilence Qi mixed with Calamity Qi struck; the Lotus Lantern flame above Yang Chan's head shone with bright colors, spreading out like clouds, clustered and intertwined, the lamp flame swaying back and forth to block everything.

However, perhaps because of the Calamity Qi, or perhaps because she had not fully refined the Lotus Lantern, despite her strict defense, she inevitably became tainted with a trace of Pestilence Qi under the influence of the Calamity Qi.

As the Pestilence Qi entered her body, Yang Chan's expression changed, and she hurriedly urged the Lotus Lantern; the lamp flame flared up, completely wrapping her figure.

From within the flames came Yang Chan's voice, filled with shame and anger: "The Five Decays of Heaven and Man?!"

Afterward, in less than half a moment, Yang Chan reappeared, completely unaffected.

Only her expression was cold; she raised the Jade Axe and said coldly: "What other tricks do you have? Use them all!"

Killing intent overflowed, condensing into clusters of snowflakes, as if a thousand trees and ten thousand trees of pear blossoms had bloomed, lush and colorful.

For ten thousand miles around, above and below, left and right, everything was snowflakes.

Snow stamens and frost colors, a vast expanse of white.

Fang Longye, who was watching the battle from the side, naturally understood the point of Yang Chan's anger. While playing with the Panlong Spear in his hand, he secretly thought in his heart: "This fellow called Lv Wen is too brainless!"

To actually evolve a Plague Poison similar to the 'Five Decays of Heaven and Man' to deal with a female immortal like Yang Chan.

As a spectator, because he was relatively close to the two, he was not unaffected; there was also Pestilence Qi sweeping over and invading his body.

Therefore, as someone who had experienced it personally, he understood very well what Yang Chan had gone through.

After Lv Wen's strike was unleashed and the Plague Poison entered the body, it would cause the victim to experience a scene like the Five Decays of Heaven and Man: clothes becoming filthy, flowers on the head withering, sweat flowing from the armpits, the body becoming foul-smelling...

Which female immortal wouldn't be annoyed by this? Oh~ perhaps Jiang Ziya's wife—the Broom Star Lord—wouldn't care! After all, that old lady had been in that state day after day for years.

In short, if this isn't losing one's mind, what is? Although, Fang Longye scoffed at Yang Chan's previous statement that she would spare Lv Wen's True Spirit.

With Yang Chan's consistent style? Pfft—

But now, there was no hope at all for this Lv Wen to save his True Spirit!...

Just as Fang Longye was watching the fight between Yang Chan and this Lv Wen with great interest, his heart suddenly jolted; sensing something, he raised his head and looked toward the sky.

He saw that above the firmament, it suddenly became three parts brighter, and a great star was coming from afar, trailing light and growing rays at its corners.

At the beginning, it was just a dot. A moment later, it became extremely massive, covering the surroundings.

Looking at it, he suddenly realized that this was not a meteor, but a mountain range stretching for tens of thousands of miles and reaching a height of one hundred thousand zhang.

It had been thrown over with a boom from an unknown place.

Such downward force rubbed against the void, creating sparks, one circle after another, one string after another.

"Hmph!"

Fang Longye let out a cold snort, rose into the air, and forcibly caught the mountain that was about to smash down here with his bare hands.

Then he channeled his divine ability, shrinking the massive mountain, which was like a star, to the size of a pellet, and held it in his hand to play with.

His eyes shone brightly as he looked in the direction from which the mountain had been thrown.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Before Fang Longye could examine it closely, a loud sound suddenly came from the direction where the mountain range had been thrown.

Thumping and heavy, heavy and weighty.

It was like muffled thunder exploding; every strike had the force of a thousand jun, echoing in the air, with sound waves layering over one another.

Vaguely, there was billowing smoke, killing intent soaring to the heavens, and wherever the battle flag pointed, it was unstoppable and peerless.

Thick, desolate, tragic, and ancient.

The mountain forest shifted, opening to the left and right, and from a great distance away, a giant walked out, a thousand zhang tall, his skin glowing with a bronze luster, his dragon-like tendons knotted.

He wore Poison snakes as earrings, a tiger-skin skirt around his waist, and a beast-skin drum at his hip.

As the man walked, he struck the beast-skin drum at his waist with his hand, and ten thousand zhang of blood-colored light billowed, hanging down and illuminating the surroundings.

Thousands upon thousands of scenes flickered in and out of existence, all of them scenes of clanging, iron-blooded warfare.

Although this giant appeared to have a massive and heavy physique, he was able to display a divine ability similar to "shrinking the earth into an inch," with every step crossing a distance of several thousand li.

He approached him rapidly.

Along the way, herds of beasts fled, and ten thousand demons wailed.

The momentum was immense, truly extraordinary.

"So that's it—" Sensing the Aura radiating from this giant, Fang Longye suddenly realized: "It's the Witch Clan!"

At the same time, this Witch Clan member, who clearly came with ill intent, suddenly quickened his pace. In the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of tens of millions of li and arrived within ten thousand li of the area.

His figure came to a halt, his hand stopped, and the drumbeat ceased abruptly.

He stood there with a face as if carved by knives and axes, full of three-dimensional definition, and stared at Fang Longye.

His eyes were golden with a reddish tint, containing power.

When the two gazes met, it was as if they were tangible, clashing head-on, neither yielding, sparking a sky full of starlight.

"You little dragon, not bad at all! To think you could catch the mountain I threw!"

His voice was like thunder, permeated with absolute arrogance.

"Hmph!"

Fang Longye let out a cold snort, his tone chilling as he said: "To receive without returning is not polite! I return it to you—"

(End of this chapter)