Chapter 1061: Falling Earth

The Great Void trembled, cyan and black colors intertwining.

Ever since the Great Yuan Guangyin Mountain had gained the favor of the various cultivators of 【Great Yangshan】, it had become completely different. Countless temples clung to the mountainside, and that most famous peak, which pointed toward the sky like a blade, had been carved with countless Jinlian Mohe dharma images, looking down mercilessly upon the earth.

Countless monks in Zen robes were pressing their palms together in prayer on the mountain, their expressions solemn and dignified. Even more massive golden figures gathered in one place, whispering:

"I heard... Yang Ruiyi has fought his way to the heartland of the Du Immortal..."

"Isn't Lord Guangchan blocking him there!"

The one who spoke was a white-skinned Eyed Lianmin the size of a house. It looked fierce, and its aura was profound. The Eyed Lianmin on the other side laughed:

"You overestimate him, and you underestimate Zhe Qi. I don't think he can necessarily block him."

"He might not even really go to block him!"

The few whispered, clearly having a certain understanding of the situation, and they still had lingering fears:

"Do they still dare? The current Five Eyes are still being boiled in the copper pot of Great Yangshan... The determination of Great Yangshan this time cannot be ignored!"

As the few were muttering, the brilliance on the zenith dimmed in an instant. The Eyed Lianmin looked up in horror, stunned in place.

Cyan and black brilliance was wandering wantonly in the air, splitting open a pitch-black Great Void. A massive bronze carriage was moving through the air, as if followed by ten thousand ghosts, a scene of utter gloom!

This palace was no taller than any other golden body, yet it made the heavens and earth lose their color, shocking all the Buddhists. The pitch-black curtain was slowly lifted, and a man in black clothes stepped down the stairs, quietly watching the ground below.

It was none other than the missing Yang Ruiyi!

The man stood with his arms crossed, sensing the changes in the Great Void in detail. He pinched his fingers to calculate, his heart clear:

"The crowd at Lotus Temple follows the heterodox heart of the Lotus World master's family and refuses to work for Great Yangshan. Zhang Yun is also a two-faced piece of trash; he won't ruin things. It's all in the past."

He did not hesitate for a moment, pulling an object from the palace. It stumbled and fell; it was actually a small calf, without a scrap of fur on its body, made entirely of mud. Yet, like a living creature, its legs trembled as it followed behind him.

"Although Qi Lanyan is a petty coward, he obtained the opportunity of Heaven's Purity. He won't fail to understand the situation if he copies it. But how could he know that Heaven's Purity cannot be calculated precisely? Even Heaven's Purity has fallen into Zhe Qi. What can those pieces of trash who received Heaven's Purity accomplish?"

Thus, his brows lowered, adding a bit of coldness, and he stepped onto these mountains!

"Even if they understand the calculation, how much ability and heart do they have to change it!"

The hand he held on the rope suddenly let go. The mud calf immediately fell toward the mountain like a bird with broken wings, blowing up countless wild winds as it drifted.

This wind appeared gray-white, intertwining and circling, as if blowing from a bottomless abyss, thick as snow. It actually caused the Great Void to constantly heave and gradually shatter and disconnect, causing the one or two Eyed Lianmin who had just stepped into the Great Void to fall out together.

"It's over!"

The pale pink brilliance on the mountain suddenly lit up; it was the mountain-protecting formation of this place!

But in the terrified expressions of the crowd of cultivators, the lonely black object that fell did not receive the slightest obstruction, drifting down.

This pink brilliance was simply ridiculously fragile. Rather than saying it was like window paper, it was better to say it didn't exist at all!

The Buddhist path usually hides in the Buddhist soil to cultivate. They have no need to set up formations, and even less ability to do so. They have some research into forming arrays to guide the Buddhist soil, but setting up a formation is purely a mess. Where would they have the Daoist lineage of Immortal cultivators to station divine abilities and protect the Zifu!

The crowd of Eyed Lianmin looked as if they had seen a ghost. Not one of them made a move to resist. One by one, they ran wildly, fleeing desperately in all directions. But the Great Void only heard a crisp sound that echoed in everyone's ears.

"Boom!"

A long, sky-echoing cow's moo came continuously. The place where the mud calf landed first revealed a bit of brownish-yellow, and then it spread across the entire mountain range like a storm!

The venerable images carved as reliefs on the mountain quickly became blurred, collapsing into rolling mud and spilling down. All the buildings turned into yellowish-brown brick and mud. The Buddhist cultivators who were running, kneeling, and wailing froze in place, turning into one mud statue after another, then quickly blurred their forms, scattering into fertile soil.

In the midst of the chaotic collapse, the white-bodied Eyed Lianmin felt the terrifying aura coming from behind, feeling utterly lost.

This falling spiritual object, whatever it was, locked him in place, unable to move, while simultaneously cutting off the Great Void... Even if this kind of power could not easily kill him, once Yang Ruiyi landed, he would probably be dead without a doubt.

The Eyed Lianmin was stunned in place for an instant, his mind a blank.

"How could Yang Ruiyi be here!"

"And by what right is he here!"

He truly could not understand the actions of this Great General of the Song Kingdom—Great Yuan Guangyin Mountain was indeed empty and unmanned at this moment, but so what? To vent his anger by killing the two or three Eyed Lianmin and the crowd of monks who had little cultivation left to guard the mountain?

"The many True Persons of the Great Song are all at Shanjie. After he kills us, then what? The people of Western Shu are all in the Long region. Jin Yu Sect leans toward the Shu region, sitting on the mountain watching the tigers fight. Facing the many Jinlian Mohe and even Zhi Xuan cultivators who are rushing back, what does he have to guard it alone? By the likes of Li Ximing, who can only be blocked by Guangchan alone? Won't he just have to retreat without success?"

"Could it be just to vent his anger!"

"Boom!"

He had no time to think. This long-suffering spiritual mountain was slowly climbing up amidst the trembling. The originally low parts constantly rose, turning into hills. The boundless meta-magnetic force that had always flowed between the mountains stopped moving. The entire mountain lost its color, and the meta-magnetic force in every inch of the earth's veins began to tremble. Rolling air currents moved, actually drilling out strands of golden evil from the cracks in the stones.

This rolling golden evil rushed toward the horizon, turning into ethereal white mist. Yang Ruiyi still stood in front of the bronze carriage, his back to Great Yuan Guangyin Mountain, which was like a purgatory on earth.

This Great General of the Great Song did not land to eliminate the Eyed Lianmin who were unable to move in the light of the Xuan soil, but quietly stood on this palace, his hands pressed on the bronze door, pushing it lightly.

"Creak..."

This old gate opened in an instant. The white energy floating in the heavens and earth rushed into the palace with all its might, forming a terrifying vortex in the heavens and earth. The white dew condensed by the golden evil quickly slid off the bronze on the palace. Yang Ruiyi stood quietly in front of the palace gate, his expression unreadable.

Wangyue Lake.

The dim, thick purple light wandered between the heavens and earth. Cyan, indigo, and blue flames rose in the air. The colors of 【Boundless Water and Fire】 crossed the heavens and earth, causing the Linglong Pagoda above to creak.

Li Ximing's face was pale as he stood in the air. The pale golden wounds all over his body were slightly emitting light. The divine abilities within his body rose and fell like the tide, and the light in his hands was scorching.

He silently tightened his sleeves, coughed, and estimated.

"Thanks to the 【Purple Seat Mu Ling Pavilion】..."

Although Senior Tinglan would save him from danger, it was extremely regrettable if one really wanted to calculate it—Guangchan drove out the White Cicada, having already made two preparations. Taking advantage of Li Ximing's inability to attend to other things, the main body had already taken the opportunity to push through the pass and escape from under the 【Huaijiang Map】.

"If you had come an hour earlier... the 【Purple Seat Mu Ling Pavilion】 and the 【Huaijiang Map】 combined would surely have been able to suppress Guangchan! Now Sima Yuanli himself can't hold on either..."

Even if he lost this move, Senior Tinglan and he joined forces, having the 【Upper Phase Pot】 and the 【Purple Seat Mu Ling Pavilion】, facing this person was still at a disadvantage. And that pagoda was not an ordinary object; the injury on Li Ximing's dharma body was like a maggot on a tarsal bone. If it weren't for the Divine Split Body taking away 30% of the injury, Li Ximing's situation would be even more awkward.

This truly made Li Ximing suspicious:

"How did this Guangchan get such great ability!"

Senior Tinglan was not surprised at all, only silently picking up the gray-white 【Upper Phase Pot】, interfering with the light of the Buddhist soil with 【Boundless Water and Fire】. Seeing Li Ximing's uneasy expression, she said hurriedly:

"Zhaojing, be careful. Guangchan is the master of the Golden Land, not easy to deal with..."

Li Ximing endured the dharma injury on his body and cast a suspicious look. Senior Tinglan gritted her teeth and said:

"He doesn't dare to collect the 【Purple Seat Mu Ling Pavilion】. You be careful, don't let his techniques collect it..."

The two stood under the dharma light. A huge human head hung in the air, its pitch-black mouth opened extremely wide. That white cicada, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, had already rushed out of the mouth, lying on the face, casting a huge shadow on the ground. The six white arthropods trembled slightly, and the compound eyes were bright.

The light of the purple palace on the zenith flowed. Five purple clouds of varying depths and colorful colors were circling the purple palace, falling one by one. The white cicada flapped its wings several times, but was robbed of its energy and divine abilities by the purple Qi one by one, making it difficult to rise.

This white cicada faced the heavenly sun, but was suppressed by the purple pavilion, appearing very aggrieved. Guangchan's pupils, hidden under the cicada wings, gradually turned gloomy, full of coldness.

"【Purple Seat Mu Ling Pavilion】... is that Senior Tinglan from the Purple Smoke Blessed Land..."

Guangchan knew the reputation of the 【Purple Seat Mu Ling Pavilion】. Most cultivators in the Purple Smoke Blessed Land were not good at fighting techniques, but back then, this object suppressed all demons in the hands of Zi Mu, making it terrifying!

"Although this female cultivator can't even compare to a hair compared to Zi Lin, the 【Purple Seat Mu Ling Pavilion】 is no longer what it used to be after Zi Mu's refining and sealing. Who knows if there are still trump cards inside!"

His mood turned even gloomier, and he simply hated it:

"Qing Jifang... cowardly, talkative but with few plans, mean and ungrateful, shameless and light on promises. Tuoba Lan's words are not half wrong. How did he have the courage to attack the Song Kingdom? Naturally, he let this female cultivator go!"

Even knowing that Qing Jifang was always just talking, Guangchan couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed at this moment, secretly pondering:

"If we keep fighting... is it still worth it..."

That white cicada moved its scales restlessly, revealing the master's hesitation. The fierce look in Guangchan's golden eyes grew heavier.

"【Treasure Tooth Golden Land】 is with me. If I must kill Li Ximing, it is not impossible to do so at the cost of sacrificing the Golden Land, and there is even a 90% chance of success... But if so, the sacrifice is too great. Not only will the Treasure Tooth be lost, there will inevitably be a big commotion... and it will inevitably offend the Underworld."

Guangchan understood that, in fact, the South might not care about Li Ximing's life or death, but the battle between the North and South was in a fragile balance. The consequence of sacrificing the Treasure Tooth to eliminate Li Ximing was not just eliminating an early-stage Zifu; it was the fall of the entire Ting Prefecture!

What was even more difficult was that if Li Zhouwei ignored his injuries and left seclusion early to save Li Ximing, all the costs Guangchan paid would be in vain, becoming a blade for others to test... This was the real reason for his hesitation!

"In the Dharma Realm, one by one they are staring at my mistakes. Is this move worth it? Although I took advantage of the convenience and the first opportunity, sacrificing a Golden Land cannot make me a pawn."

His heart grew gloomier. Before he had made a decision, he was slightly stunned. He lifted his sleeve and saw the jade bracelet on his wrist slightly glowing. His heart thumped:

"Great Yuan Guangyin Mountain?"

"How is that possible?!"

Guangchan only felt a chill rush to his brain, secretly horrified:

"Trouble!"

Guangchan's background was the Great Mu Dharma Realm, which was 【Great Yangshan】, which was currently participating in the affairs of Jiangbei... It was precisely because of this that Guangchan could ignore Qi Lanyan's orders and go south on his own!

Testing the Wei evil was in line with the interests of 【Great Yangshan】. Even if Yang Ruiyi fought through Jiangbei and surrounded the Zhi Xuan Pavilion, Great Yangshan would silently watch the fun, hypocritically punish him, and then leisurely protect him.

But if something happened to Great Yuan Guangyin Mountain, the ones watching the fun would be the Zhi Xuan Pavilion and Qi Lanyan!

"How could it reach Great Yuan Guangyin Mountain!"

Guangchan was from the Dharma Realm; how could he not know what those one or two things on top of Great Yangshan were! That group of guys were used to being superior. Even if going south was in line with the interests of Great Yangshan and was a tacit understanding, if something happened to Great Yuan Guangyin Mountain, they would be ashamed into anger, play deaf and dumb, and damn it, they would still throw him out to take the blame!

That huge white cicada immediately vibrated its wings. Guangchan's golden human head, as large as a mountain, roared, damaging his cultivation. Golden blood shone brightly in his mouth. Colorful energy flew on the zenith. A massive temple—emerged, smashing toward the 【Purple Seat Mu Ling Pavilion】 and the 'Yetian Gate'!

"Boom!"

Senior Tinglan's face turned pale. She raised her technique, and the five purple lights in the pavilion gathered together, forcibly stabilizing the spiritual treasure. But Li Ximing had a much harder time. Blood stains were faintly visible in his mouth, but he did not relax at all. He immediately raised his hand and said in a low voice:

"He's leaving!"

Senior Tinglan panted and nodded, turning to the side:

"Don't block him..."

Li Ximing actually didn't have the ability to block him either. The 【Divine Split Body】 in his sleeve was shaking constantly, already reaching its limit. Dragging him along didn't necessarily have many benefits, and it might even ruin this treasure.

He only swallowed the blood in his mouth, watching the colorful light dissipate bit by bit from the sky, disappearing from his eyes. He gritted his teeth, his heart dazed:

"The days of Wangyue Lake coming and going as they please... I don't know how much longer..."

He silently floated down from the pavilion. Sima Yuanli had already rolled his robes and come over. Having lost the protection of the 【Huaijiang Map】, he was holding on very hard. Half of his face was golden fire, revealing charred skin and snow-white bones. On his neck were six neatly arranged holes, hissing and smoking.

Li Ximing bowed his hands and took out a spiritual elixir from his sleeve for him. Sima Yuanli took it hurriedly, without saying a word, only using a cyan gourd to pour water, carefully extinguishing the fire on his face.

He temporarily stabilized the injuries on his face, and then gritted his teeth:

"I hope Zhaojing will not forget Lord Yang's entrustment!"

Li Ximing was speechless for a moment, standing in place for a short instant, turning to look at Senior Tinglan. This woman in purple was not surprised, bowed to him, her expression complex:

"Senior Tinglan has received orders to go north together!"

Li Ximing was speechless for a moment, saying in disbelief:

"Lord is actually so at ease with the Western Front, actually not placing a single person!"

Sima Yuanli shook his head and replied:

"Zhaojing, rest assured, the Great General promised... once he sees Guangchan retreat, he will immediately go north. The master of the desert is ultimately the Golden Path. Western Shu cannot invade!"

Sima Yuanli clearly didn't know the reason, still hesitating to say this, whispering and urging:

"There is a great formation here—the opportunity in the north must not be delayed!"

Li Ximing was actually not stingy toward the north, but the lack of anyone guarding the lake made him feel uneasy. However, since he had already promised others and the timing could not be missed, and he still trusted the Yang family, he had no choice but to issue the decree for the 【Zhaoguang Xuanzi Grand Array】. Watching the purple light emerge from beneath his feet with a rumble, he decided decisively:

"Go!" ===== CHAPTER 1062 =====