Chapter 255: Golden Body Suppresses the Prison Dharma Image

The moment Shen Yi summoned his Golden Body, the situation in the arena shifted.

Even though the Golden Body stood only seven feet tall and was not yet a complete Transformation of Spirit Realm entity,

he was now the only "normal" Golden Body cultivator in the Great Qian Dynasty.

Before Shenxu Laozu's injuries healed.

It would not be an exaggeration to say Shen Yi was now the helmsman of the Wu Temple, this broken sampan.

The reason for Master Zhu Jue's surprise lay here.

A junior brother revealing his true cultivation meant he had formally decided to step forward and take responsibility.

For a cultivator in the Transformation of Spirit Realm, before their realm is fully stabilized, preserving oneself is undoubtedly the most important.

Everything else can be temporarily endured.

Such as the lives of these Hunyuan Sect elders.

"..."

Thinking this, Master Zhu Jue looked at the young man beside him, his eyes filling with emotion.

While his talent was terrifying, he also possessed such a sense of responsibility.

The junior brother had not only not betrayed Little Wu's trust but was far more reliable than others had anticipated.

However.

Little Wu had instinctively asked the junior brother to retract his Golden Body; this action clearly indicated he did not intend to accept the junior brother's goodwill, hoping instead that the other would continue cultivating until he truly became a giant capable of intimidating all directions.

"Go back quickly; I wish to be alone for a while."

Wu Dao'an appeared somewhat distracted, urging Shen Yi to leave the Wu Temple.

Perhaps because Zhu Shixiong Zhu had first released Jin Guang, providing some groundwork, and only then did he see that Golden Body, which is why he had not actually fainted on the spot just now.

Now reflecting on it, his heart felt less like joy and more like terror.

Everyone in the Wu Temple, including himself, a bunch of old things, consuming vast amounts of incense and wish-power, spending long years—what purpose did they actually serve?

If these things had been handed to Shen Yi a hundred years earlier.

Perhaps by now the Wu Temple would have built its main hall atop the grave of the Thousand Demon Cave.

Shen Yi and Master Zhu Jue glanced at the dazed old man, shook their heads, picked up the wooden box from the floor, and left the main hall together.

No one mentioned the deaths of those two Hunyuan Sect elders again.

Without sufficient strength, no matter what one says, it is nonsense.

"Heh."

Once only Wu Dao'an remained inside the Wu Temple.

He slowly walked to the feet of Shenxu Laozu, looked up at the other's face, which was scowling with wide eyes yet devoid of spirit, hesitated for a moment, wiped the offering tables on both sides of the other with his sleeve, and then attempted to climb up and sit cross-legged on the left one.

After feeling it slightly, he found the offering table cold and stiff, seeming to hold no interest either.

He opened his mouth and emitted a silent laugh.

Although the current Shen Yi was not yet enough to truly change anything, he had added a spark of hope to Wu Dao'an's heart.

In time, the Great Qian Dynasty would finally no longer need to rely on immortal sects to guard the Nine Provinces.

The Hunyuan Sect elders growing up here would no longer need to act as hunting dogs scouting the way for the Xuan Guang Cave, as if born inherently inferior.

Wu Temple, Courtyard A.

Shen Yi bid farewell to Zhu Shixiong Zhu; the other was now at a critical juncture of breaking through a realm and no longer needed help from others.

He returned to the courtyard alone.

He habitually closed the door.

Shen Yi sat back by the bed, closed his eyes, and recalled the Dao Infant remains he had just seen.

One of them was almost indistinguishable from True Person Changqing's, while the other was slightly inferior, possessing only a spiritual root at the heart.

Upper Realm Hunyuan and Middle Realm Hunyuan?

Any one of them was a powerhouse capable of easily resolving the Qingzhou demon calamity, yet they had perished silently.

It seemed the situation outside was even more dangerous than he had imagined.

With departure from the Great Qian imminent, he needed to make full preparations.

Shen Yi opened his eyes, no longer feeling remorse over the demons' lifespans.

He directly condensed a demon origin.

【Remaining Demon Lifespan: 14,312 years】

The instant his mind touched the origin, a mass of grotesque demon remnants appeared in his vision once more.

Shen Yi quickly found the white dragon that had been split into scattered fragments.

In the next moment, the demon soul began to condense.

Familiar wails began to echo in Shen Yi's mind, except this time they had become dragon roars.

As time slowly passed.

A white dragon phantom, shrunk to a much smaller size, gradually solidified; it was about three zhang long, coiling its body and hovering within the room.

Its eyes were filled with awe: "White Dragon pays homage to my Lord!"

"Record everything you know about demon and cultivator caves, as well as heavenly treasures and earthly gems." Shen Yi had no intention of being polite with it.

"Replying to my Lord, the White Dragon has lived in seclusion for nearly a thousand years, knowing only a Qingqiu fox demon who has already been slain by my Lord; as for heavenly treasures and earthly gems, there was a Silver Moon Cold Lotus, which was stolen by a shameless female thief..."

Good heavens, condensing two demon souls in total.

One shut-in woman, one shut-in dragon.

Speechless, Shen Yi waved his hand and directly stored it into his panel.

【Slain Hunyuan (Rare): White Dragon Demon King】

Truly a Demon King comparable to a Shen Zongshi of the Peak Realm Jinghunyuan Sect, a hundred thousand years surpassing Lady Qinghua by two hundred thousand years.

Shen Yi's mood improved slightly; he took out the Temple Keeper's Golden Register and placed it in his palm.

Immediately, he drew upon the demon's lifespan and poured it into the Luo Han Golden Body technique.

According to his guess, since he could suppress stray thoughts into Qinghua's soul, other demon souls should work too.

Such a huge Golden Body, could it not hold two demons?

However, the prompt on the panel that followed made Shen Yi slowly frown.

【First Year: You continue to digest the incense and vows, refining them into golden light. The complex thoughts surge into your mind again; suddenly you recall past torment and instinctively call out Qinghua and the White Dragon, hoping to replicate the method】

【Tenth Year: With Qinghua's help, you both begin trying to forcibly suppress the stray thoughts into the White Dragon's soul. Unfortunately, progress is not smooth. Back then, Lady Qinghua merged with a Yin Spirit, but the White Dragon has no connection whatsoever to the Yin Spirit or the Golden Body. You both ponder how to place it into the Golden Body】

【Thirty-Sixth Year: You propose simply imitating the Nine Molts of Immortal-Demons to bind the White Dragon into the Golden Body. Qinghua ponders thoughtfully and attempts to transform the Golden Body into a great prison】

【Eight Hundred and Ninetieth Year: You gradually turn the idea into action; the Luo Han Golden Body Dharma Image undergoes a strange transformation】

【One Thousand Seven Hundredth Year: Lady Qinghua forcibly binds the White Dragon inside. You follow closely behind, digesting the incense and vows again and suppressing the stray thoughts into the White Dragon's body】

What? A perfectly fine Golden Body technique has turned into a demon martial art again?

Shen Yi looked at the panel strangely.

As if verifying his thoughts, two more prompts immediately surged up.

【Learned: Soul Transformation (Rare). Golden Body Prison-Suppressing Dharma Image】

【Using the Golden Body as an endless demon prison to suppress all demons under heaven】

The deduction became increasingly smooth; the demon lifespan vanished like flowing water, and the vast white mist grew faint at a speed visible to the naked eye.

【Golden Body Prison-Suppressing Dharma Image: Initiated】

The technique broke through, but the commotion still did not cease.

Until one-fifth of the Great Qian Dynasty's incense and vows had been devoured by a full seventy percent.

The remaining ten thousand-plus years of demon lifespan were directly cleared.

Shen Yi fell silent, stepped straight out of the door, summoned the Red Cloud, and shot across the long sky.

Just now, the characters regarding the White Dragon on the panel had vanished.

(End of Chapter)