Chapter 461: The Last Struggle

The Daoist stood on the cloud, riding the cloud eastward.

A line of wild geese came from the east, crossing paths with him.

Without any effort, Mount Mo Du appeared before his eyes.

It was still a gray-ink-colored mountain, rising and falling like waves, with no grass growing. In the middle of the mountain, there was a huge irregular pit, as if something had been pulled up from the ground.

Taking advantage of the height, Lin Jue easily saw the golden light.

However, he did not go over immediately, but circled Mount Mo Du first, stopping above the four cities of Letian, Boyu, Jiguang, and Zhang Ziyun, especially Zhang Ziyun County. The half-year time spent guarding and fighting in Zhang Ziyun County seemed to be yesterday, fresh in his memory.

But it had been seven years.

These four cities also had some changes.

Lin Jue finally discovered that riding clouds and mist had this benefit—

With the cover of white clouds, he could overlook the cities below at will, without being easily discovered, and without having to care about other people's gazes.

So this is how immortals look at the mortal world.

Looking and then leaving by riding clouds, no one would know.

Lin Jue finally arrived in front of the golden light cover.

The current golden light cover seemed to be in the same state, with thunder outside and mist inside, but the golden light was very dim, the thunder and lightning were no longer dazzling, and even the internal mist was a bit thinner, and one could see the appearance inside when getting closer.

"Sure enough. Gods fighting, True Lords clashing, the Saint-Protecting and Saint-Preserving True Lords are probably already too busy to take care of this place."

If he had come later, this golden light cover might have been broken by the wind.

Just at this time, a shout came from above:

"Who is trespassing on forbidden ground?"

Lin Jue looked up and saw two divine officials and a team of celestial soldiers standing on a white cloud, looking down at him.

That white cloud was similar to the white cloud he rode, both ordinary clouds, only the shape and appearance were a bit different, and it also looked very much like a cloud, only not as beautiful and well-proportioned as the one Lin Jue had.

Both sides looked at each other.

Those two divine officials were the first to see the immortal energy that Lin Jue had not yet completely restrained, and saw Lin Jue's body of attaining the truth, and were stunned for a moment, immediately bowing:

"I don't know which True Man Immortal is below. What is the purpose of coming here? This is the place where my Saint-Preserving Husheng Husheng Zhenjun and Saint-Protecting Husheng Husheng Zhenjun sealed the remnant soul and spiritual aura of the Wang Mu of the West. The Husheng Husheng Zhenjun has an order that no one or spirit is allowed to enter the golden light cover without permission, to prevent the Wang Mu of the West from using this as a loophole to escape a glimmer of life."

"My surname is Lin, given name Lin Fangjue. Seven years ago, I guarded Zhang Ziyun County and once came here to ask the Saint-Preserving Husheng Husheng Zhenjun for the fragments of the Wang Mu of the West's body."

"Hmm? It's True Man Lin!" The divine official bowed again, "What is the purpose of True Man Lin coming here?"

Always being called "True Man Lin" in the capital, Lin Jue actually felt ashamed. It was just that he couldn't change this kind of social custom, and many times he had to listen, only correcting it on a few occasions.

Now he could finally accept it calmly.

"I have been thinking about the Wang Mu of the West for a long time. Now that I have attained the truth and the Dao, the first thing is to come and completely end her," Lin Jue said. "Please let me in."

"This..."

"What are you hesitating about? Your Husheng Husheng Zhenjun is currently worried about other things and has no more energy to put here. If I don't come, I'm afraid the cover will be broken by the wind in a year or two. I think you know this better than I do."

"But this Wang Mu of the West is the longevity wood that attained the truth and the Dao, with infinite vitality and countless roots. How can the True Man eliminate her?"

"I have my own way."

"I need to ask my Husheng Husheng Zhenjun for instructions."

Lin Jue did not speak, just standing in place and acquiescing.

The divine official separated a small white cloud and flew into the sky.

After an hour, he returned:

"True Man, my Husheng Husheng Zhenjun said that he is indeed too busy to take care of

The divine official raised a token.

The token shone with golden light onto the golden light barrier, and a hole appeared.

Lin Jue walked in immediately.

Inside, it was desolate and chaotic, still devoid of any grass.

Because of the isolation of the golden light barrier, even the wind and sand could not blow in, and with no wild grass growing, this place almost maintained the appearance of the day after the battle, only without the body of the Wang Mu of the West.

A huge ravine on the ground demonstrated the heaven-shaking and ghost-weeping martial power of Husheng Husheng Zhenjun Master Fuchi.

No wonder some people said that even if an Emperor had great power, he could not compare to him in terms of conquest.

At the same time, there were traces of fire, lightning, sword slashes, and halberd strikes everywhere, as well as the earth and hills destroyed by the Wang Mu of the West with her huge body and great strength. In all the ravines cut out and deep excavations, and in all the soil turned over by divine power and spells, there were thick or thin roots, but all that were exposed had already withered and become withered hair.

"Ying!"

The fox let out a cry, stood on the cloud, jumped down, and drilled into the soil layer with a *puff*.

The earth trembled slightly.

Not long after, it drilled out.

At this time, it was holding a section of tree root in its mouth.

The tree root was as thick as a wrist; with the huge body of the Wang Mu of the West, one could not tell which level of branch this was, and it was connected to many dense white whiskers.

Lin Jue took the tree root and felt it was heavy, cool, and full of moisture.

The white whiskers also looked very fresh and tender.

It seemed as if it could be snapped with a pinch.

Lin Jue really pinched it, but it didn't snap, so he used his flying sword to cut it, and only then did he cut it off.

The cut was tender, moist, and fresh.

This section of tree root was still alive.

"How deep did you find it?"

"Very deep."

"How deep?"

"As deep as that hill!"

The fox pointed to a gray-ink-colored mound nearby.

Lin Jue looked at the hill, which should be seventy or eighty zhang high, and then turned to look around.

This golden light barrier was very huge and covered a huge area. Clearly, there was no grass growing, yet there was vitality everywhere.

No wonder this Wang Mu of the West was so difficult to eliminate.

However, eliminating vitality was exactly his specialty.

Lin Jue looked up: "Spit out Qi to cover the sun, so as not to let the True Lords and immortals in the sky spy on us."

The fox did not hesitate and opened its mouth toward the sky—

"Hoo!"

A thick black smoke that seemed impossible to dissolve was spat out from its mouth, forming a pillar of smoke that spat toward the sky, hitting the golden light barrier overhead before stopping, and then spreading along the golden light barrier, like fog and like clouds.

The sunlight dimmed rapidly, and the sky was gradually covered.

Lin Jue stepped on the white clouds and rode the wind upward.

When he reached a high place, he opened his mouth and spat toward the bottom:

"Hoo..."

A spring breeze stirred the black smoke.

!

The spring breeze fell on the earth, and the originally desolate and ink-black ground suddenly showed a bit of green.

At first, it was just a bit of green light, growing rapidly upward. In the blink of an eye, tender buds broke through the soil, and in another blink, they had grown into small flower branches, with many bud points hanging on them, and small flower buds grew out, crazily extracting the vitality and spiritual aura of this land.

In another blink, the flower buds bloomed, exquisite and delicate.

Those were pink peach blossoms.

Before long, a patch of beauty appeared below.

It was not a small patch.

However, facing the core of Mount Mo Du under the golden light, it was still a negligible little patch.

Lin Jue was not in a hurry.

He changed direction and spat again.

Another patch of flowers appeared.

This time it was azaleas.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, a ten-thousand-foot building rises from the ground, and rivers and seas gather from drops of water. What could a mere small patch of the core of Mount Mo Du count for?

It just so happened that his "Flower Blooming in an Huakai Qingke" had been progressing slower and slower in recent years, which was caused by many reasons, and he had not yet cultivated it to the point of blooming with a single point of his finger. Just like when he practiced the "Soul-Extinguishing Technique" in Leopard Forest, he took this opportunity to practice and gain more insights.

See the Flower Blooming in an Huakai Qingke after achieving the truth and the Dao.

See what changes it had, see the difference in the immortal's magical power, and what new insights these differences would give birth to.

Perhaps he could take this opportunity to go to the next level.

Lin Jue blew again—

Another patch of apricot blossoms appeared below.

Although the flower branches were small and not like apricot trees, the roots were crazily growing downward, not knowing how deep they grew, crazily extracting the vitality and spiritual aura in the land.

That was the foundation of the Wang Mu of the West.

It was also the root upon which the Wang Mu of the West relied to be immortal.

This kind of place where there was nothing but monsters was not easy to find. If it were elsewhere, even if it were a monster's cave, there would be ordinary rabbits, rats, snakes, and insects, and wild flowers and weeds growing. Under the wild flowers and weeds, the vitality and spiritual aura in the land could not be destroyed at will. Even if he only thought of these, Lin Jue could not do so.

This place was just right.

"Hoo..."

In the midsummer season, the spring breeze came again and again.

The desolate Gobi had gradually become an ocean of flowers.

Peach, plum, apricot, pear, azalea, magnolia, and later, even bitter chrysanthemum, vitex, aster, hand-orchis, dandelion, clematis, and even April snow and chinaberry flowers bloomed.

The more flowers bloomed, the less vitality remained.

The more varieties there were, the deeper the roots grew.

"Only you, Wang Mu of the West, can extract vitality?"

Lin Jue stood on the clouds, resting when tired, meditating when his magical power was consumed too much, and sitting down to gain insights when weary.

I don't know when, but the ground below seemed to be smoking too.

What came out was also black smoke, and the time chosen was night, merging with the black smoke spat by the fox, making it difficult to detect for a while.

By the time Lin Jue discovered it, there was already a lot of black smoke.

However, he was not worried—

A dead Wang Mu of the West, what could she do?

This just showed that she couldn't bear it anymore.

Lin Jue stood on the clouds and looked down.

But he saw figures suddenly appearing in the black smoke—

There were many figures, and they were increasing.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, one by one gradually emerging, men, women, old, young, tall, short, fat, thin, each different.

The same point was that their clothes were very bright, as if they were using the best fabrics and the most exquisite workmanship, which formed a sharp contrast with the ragged clothes common in this chaotic world today.

Their faces were also rosy and shiny, each with a relaxed and joyful expression, which also contrasted sharply with the vast majority of commoners in the world today who had sallow faces and worries about tomorrow and the next meal between their brows.

Lin Jue heard their voices:

"Eh? Where is this?"

"Where did the Wang Mu send us?"

"Haha, so many flowers!"

"Mother! Come and see the flowers!"

"Zhaozhao, look at this one!"

"Father, what flower is this?"

"It's really beautiful!"

These were the commoners from the four places of Zi Yun, Le Tian, Ji Guang, and Bo Yu outside Mount Mo Du, and they were believers of the Wang Mu of the West.

(End of chapter)