Chapter 92: One Spirit Transforms into Three, Swallowing the Fierce God

Sun and moon fry human life, twelve ghosts return to rest,

Look up and see the void, hearing ghost curses everywhere.

Xiong Sanqi stood alone at the village entrance, his tall figure hidden in the mist. At this moment, his eyes flashed with terrifying brilliance, as if he no longer resembled a human.

In the mist behind him, twelve terrifying shadows flickered, as if they would jump out at any moment.

Twelve figures, some hunched, like old men on the verge of death, their long beards whipping through the air like whips...

Some were burly, over three meters tall, with horns on their heads, rugged and terrifying...

Some were graceful and enchanting, their waists swaying like long streams, their ten fingers frantic like succubi...

People have a thousand faces, ghosts have ten thousand appearances. One who can seize the leader of ten thousand appearances is a Ghost Commander.

Thump thump... thump thump...

Terrifying sounds came from the dense mist, like drums beating, like a human heartbeat. Extreme Yin ghost appearance, yet hiding surging vitality.

"Extreme Yin vertically lands to form a golden evil, by the river of life and death, ghosts hide their hearts."

Xiong Guanchen's aged face trembled violently. He stared fixedly at Xiong Sanqi, simply unable to believe his eyes.

Ghost Commander, the aura behind Xiong Sanqi was undoubtedly a Ghost Commander, and it was purer and more terrifying than the Ghost Commander refined by the Xiong family.

Yet, there were twelve of these things!?

"Impossible... how is this possible?"

Xiong Baoping almost roared, desperately denying the facts before his eyes.

What kind of foundation did the Xiong family have? They had exhausted the efforts of the entire clan for so many years to refine only one Ghost Commander, suppressing it within their own clan. It was originally their trump card for dealing with Xiong Sanqi.

This was also one of the reasons Xiong Baoping was fearless.

Xiong Sanqi was not the Xiong Sanqi of back then...

But the Xiong family was also not the Xiong family of back then.

He thought the gap between the two had long been erased, but the fact was...

"He... how could this madman... how did he do it?"

"Twelve Ghost Commanders... is he going to reproduce the style of the ancestor and tower above the Yinshan Dharma lineage?"

"Xiong Sanqi... this freak... the Xiong family produced such a freak... is it a blessing or a curse?"

Trembling voices came from the high-ups of the Xiong family. At this moment, they felt unprecedented despair, a despair like falling into an abyss, unable to redeem themselves.

This abyss was Xiong Sanqi.

"I underestimated you after all..." Xiong Guanchen sighed.

This sentence seemed to exhaust all his strength, his figure seeming to become more hunched, truly like an old man on the verge of death.

"That is the foundation of my Xiong family."

Xiong Guanchen looked powerlessly at the surging black mist in the sky, as if begging.

This Ghost Commander had exhausted the Xiong family's heart and soul. With him, they could ensure the future was worry-free.

"Uncle, you're old." Xiong Sanqi said expressionlessly.

Roar...

Just then, a strange roar came from the mist behind him. Immediately after, one of the figures flickered its ten fingers, its nails growing rapidly, winding and crooked, like a giant net covering the ink cloud in the sky.

Hum...

The Xiong family's Ghost Commander felt a huge crisis, condensed into a ball, and turned to run.

Almost at the same moment, the nails that looked like a giant net wrapped around from all directions, actually trapping the Xiong family's Ghost Commander, which had condensed into an ink cloud.

"You can't..." Xiong Baoping's expression changed drastically, shouting in shock.

Rumble...

As soon as the words fell, the twelve strange figures behind Xiong Sanqi pounced toward the condensed ink ball like sharks smelling blood.

Eerie cries came from the ink cloud, like paper shells being torn, mixed with women's crying and howling, and beast roars...

The high-ups of the Xiong family fell into an eerie silence. They widened their eyes, observing with their soul-aspects, looking at this scene, their eyes filled only with fear.

Clatter...

Suddenly, the condensed ink cloud was torn apart violently, as if by five horses, and foul-smelling red liquid rained onto the ground.

The moment it touched the ground, the soil turned charred black, weeds withered rapidly, and the insects and ants underground crawled out frantically, instantly rotting and turning into blood water.

In the sky, twelve figures swayed, as if in a carnival feast, greedily absorbing the scattered foul-smelling liquid.

"It's over..."

Xiong Baoping's face was miserable, as if he had lost his spirit in an instant. He looked at Xiong Sanqi, and the whole person seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant.

He knew that in this life, he would never be able to catch up with this man's footsteps.

Although he had become the patriarch of the Xiong family, he would never be able to reach this man's height.

"Still the traditional project, slapping faces." Xiong Sanqi said lightly.

As soon as this was said, the Xiong family high-ups looked like they were mourning their parents. The nightmares of the past flowed backward like a tide. However, facing Xiong Sanqi's cold eyes, a series of slap-slap-slap sounds suddenly arose.

"You made such a big scene, just for that little brat who broke into the ancestral hall?"

Xiong Guanchen's mood was at its worst. He didn't expect that because of that little brat, Xiong Sanqi would not hesitate to violate his oath, return to Yujing after ten years, and suppress the Yinshan Xiong family with absolute crushing posture. Even the Ghost Commander they had worked so hard to refine was destroyed overnight.

Making such a big fuss, just for that little brat!?

"What kind of person is he?" Xiong Guanchen gritted his teeth.

"Uncle, are you senile? The more you know, the faster you die."

Xiong Sanqi's eyes narrowed into a line, looking toward the direction of the Xiong family ancestral hall.

"What kind of person he is... only he himself knows."

"Ten years have passed."

Rumble...

In the sky, dark clouds gathered, and a thunderbolt streaked across. The rumbling sound drowned out Xiong Sanqi's whisper.

At this very moment, the Xiong family ancestral hall.

The moment Zhang Fan walked in, the originally bright candle flames flickered violently, and the incense smoke scattered like mist.

"Ancestors of the Xiong family..."

Zhang Fan looked at the tablets filling his eyes, which appeared eerie and strange under the dim candlelight.

However, his gaze didn't linger, but moved upward along the tablets of the Xiong family ancestors, seeing the ancient altar that had been sealed for a long time at the very top.

Perhaps it was a feeling from the netherworld. The moment he saw the ancient altar, Zhang Fan's breathing became rapid.

Great Night Does Not Brighten, Fierce God Can Be Solved.

The signature was Zhang Fan.

That note appeared in Zhang Fan's mind again. He knew he was getting closer and closer to the truth...

The truth hidden in the mist, rewritten by others.

"Great Night Does Not Brighten, Fierce God Can Be Solved."

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed into a line. His chest bulged violently, Profound Yin forming evil, turning into a breath of Qi, which he spat out violently.

Clang...

A crisp sound rang out, and the ancient altar placed at the very top shattered violently. The tablets filling his eyes shook violently, and even the candles went out one by one.

Just then, a thick black mist dispersed.

"You finally came..."

Suddenly, a voice that was both familiar and strange resounded in Zhang Fan's mind.

"Soul-aspect internal scene!?"

At this moment, Zhang Fan seemed to have returned to that night ten years ago. Everything around him was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

But just then, a faint light appeared before his eyes, as if coming from the mist.

Immediately after, a figure walked out from within. Following the faint light, his appearance was exactly the same as Zhang Fan's, only his temperament was colder and more fierce.

"You..."

Zhang Fan's soul-aspect looked at the figure that seemed familiar, too surprised to speak.

Xiong Ba was right; this fierce god really looked exactly like him.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Fan asked, subconsciously raising his hand. When his trembling fingertips touched the fierce god in front of him, a flash of spiritual light passed, and countless light and shadows were transmitted like data.

"Great Night Does Not Brighten... Great Night Does Not Brighten..." A scream pierced the silence of the night. In front of the desolate and dilapidated Daoist temple, the tripod furnace was overturned, and a young man sat cross-legged. His clothes were stained with blood, his eyes closed tightly, and black and white Qi constantly flowed out of his body.

"Li Changgeng... that little brat just now is the successor of Bai He Temple..."

Not far away, a rugged man roared in shock. It was none other than Xiong Sanqi.

He looked up violently and looked in one direction, seeing a white crane soaring into the sky, spreading its wings and flying high. On its back was a young man, his white Daoist robe shattered, a hideous wound attached with eerie black energy, almost tearing his entire chest open. Faintly, one could see his beating heart, and scarlet blood flowed incessantly.

"That little brat from Bai He Temple won't live either."

"Damn it, he triggered the Great Night Does Not Brighten..."

"Both sides suffer... both sides suffer..."

Heavy voices resounded in the dark night. No one expected that there would be such a young master in this generation of Bai He Temple, who could trigger the Eternal Night Tribulation under the God-Demon Holy Fetus.

However, he didn't get any advantage either. With such injuries, an ordinary person would have died.

"God-Demon Holy Fetus... if you don't die, one day, we will meet again."

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On the back of the soaring white crane, the young man's breath was weak, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"If that little brat survives, he will surely become a great disaster in the future."

In the dark night, a hoarse voice sounded, as if seeing the distant future, filled with incomparable solemnity.

Roar...

Just then, the young man in front of the dilapidated ancient temple let out a painful roar. Large amounts of black and white Qi flowed out and surged from his body. His aura became weaker and weaker, his soul-aspect gradually silent, as if falling into an eternal night.

"God-Demon Holy Fetus, must enter the Great Night Does Not Brighten... his tribulation has come." Xiong Sanqi gritted his teeth and roared.

"Sect Leader isn't here."

Suddenly, another voice resounded in the dark night, gentle but anxious, sounding exactly like Liu Fusheng's voice.

"It's useless even if he's here. God-Demon Holy Fetus, big overcomes small, strong overcomes weak... they are each other's tribulation as father and son... that is the second tribulation of the God-Demon Holy Fetus!"

That cold, hoarse voice came from the dark night.

Roar...

The young man was more and more painful, the black and white Qi in his body flowed away completely. His eyes were dim, as if about to enter the tribulation.

"Is there no way? Not a single way?"

"God-Demon Holy Fetus, ranked among legends... how can mortals touch it? If this tribulation were so easy to pass, it wouldn't be the God-Demon Holy Fetus."

Powerful auras leaped in the vast dark night, appearing extremely anxious.

They knew that once the Great Night Does Not Brighten arrived, it could not be turned back, and it was forever difficult to break free.

This was the tribulation of the God-Demon Holy Fetus, and also a curse.

Rumble...

Just then, the young man's body trembled violently, his soul-aspect leaped up and left his body.

Mysterious and ancient patterns appeared on his soul-aspect, like cracks.

In the sky, dark clouds surged, and thunder shook, as if producing angry punishment for such heresy.

"This is..." Xiong Sanqi's eyes widened, simply unable to believe it.

"Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, Soul-Splitting Great Dharma... Li Linglong, you actually dared to pass this method to your son."

Suddenly, an angry roar came from the sky. Amidst the flashing thunder, a behemoth seemed to be moving through the clouds.

"Chen Long!?"

In the darkness, that hoarse voice sounded again, filled with cold killing intent.

"Great rebellion punishes the heart! Great rebellion punishes the heart!"

In the sky, that angry roar became more terrifying. The behemoth moved through the clouds, shaking off layers of lightning.

"Thirteen Zodiacs, with humans as the head, that is because humans possess the strength to suppress the Twelve Zodiacs."

Just then, a slow voice came from the vast night, gentle and graceful, but not sparing in killing intent.

The next moment, in the sky, the behemoth seemed to hide, and was no longer seen.

However, the dark clouds surged, becoming more violent, and thunderbolts swept like mad dragons, tearing through the firmament.

Roar...

In front of the dilapidated Daoist temple, the young man's soul-aspect let out a painful roar. A bolt of lightning fell, as if the Heavenly Lord was angry, striking directly on that soul-aspect, instantly sparking layers of fire.

The scorching fire spread along the mysterious patterns on the soul-aspect, carrying irreversible damage.

"Soul-Splitting Great Dharma, it's no small matter. If you practice this method, you will surely suffer heavenly condemnation. He can't bear it." Xiong Sanqi gritted his teeth and said.

The soul-aspect is born innately. If you disrupt common sense, it is equivalent to acting against heaven. How can heaven tolerate you!?

He couldn't pass this tribulation.

Rumble...

Just then, another bolt of lightning fell, striking directly on the young man's soul-aspect. Its brilliance became dimmer, and in an instant, it was about to be burned out by the sparked fire.

"It ends here... wanting to avoid the tribulation with this, it's really too difficult."

Everyone felt despair, as if a funeral bell was ringing in their hearts, just waiting for the next thunderbolt to fall. Even if he practiced the God-Demon Holy Fetus, that soul-aspect would be hard to preserve...

Death and destruction were right before their eyes.

Rumble...

The Heavenly Lord was enraged; another flash of lightning flickered, shattering the firmament, and struck down toward the youth's dimming primordial spirit.

Bang...

Just then, a muffled sound rang out, and an incredible scene appeared.

A weak figure appeared like a ghost, blocking in front of the young man, actually using her flesh and blood to resist the lightning.

"That... that is..." Xiong Sanqi's pupils contracted sharply.

In front of the dilapidated Daoist temple, a young girl blocked in front of the young man, her hair shoulder-length, her eyes ethereal, and a stubborn expression on her delicate face.

"Who is she?"

Rumble...

Lei Guang was endless, and the terrifying power almost penetrated the girl's body. Her skin was like parched earth, cracking inch by inch, and rays of light shone through the cracks.

Even so, she didn't retreat. Her delicate little hands slowly reached out, actually stabbing violently into the young man's soul-aspect.

"You will die..."

"Open!"

The girl was incomparably stubborn. Her eyes were firm, and under the lightning tribulation, she didn't waver in the slightest.

"Who are you? Who on earth are you?"

"Jiang Lai!"

The girl whispered. She seemed to use all her strength, and the scarlet blood evaporated rapidly from the cracks in her body into the lightning. Her hands struggled violently, actually tearing the young man's soul-aspect apart.

"Hahaha... One spirit transforms into three... how wonderful."

A crazy voice came from one of the soul-aspects.

"Wait for me to come back!"

Another calm voice came from another soul-aspect.

"This is the innate ignorance!"

The last soul-aspect became incomparably weak. He whispered and returned to his flesh body.

Hum...

The next moment, the other two soul-aspects soared into the sky, flying in different directions.

"Forbidden!"

Just then, Xiong Sanqi suddenly took action. Extreme Yin turned into Profound, like a giant pocket, supporting one of the soul-aspects.

Rumble...

Countless light and shadows shattered violently. Zhang Fan's soul-aspect returned to the internal scene. He looked at the figure that seemed familiar in front of him, and a trace of realization rose.

"Our thoughts are one..."

"You are me, I am you..."

The two figures said in unison, their voices echoing in the eerie internal scene, as if empty yet existing.

Immediately after, Zhang Fan's soul-aspect looked calmly at the fierce god in front of him and opened his mouth slowly. The next moment, a strange chewing sound resounded in the soul-aspect internal scene!!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 93 =====