Chapter 674

A hundred-zhang Golden Body oppressed the void; the Dao laws and light on Mingyue's body coalesced into a disc, radiating outward in all directions.

From afar, it resembled a divine Buddha descending from the nine heavens.

Solemn!

Reverent!

Filled with power and killing intent!

After coiling around his right arm, a golden qi dragon shot forth—immediately transforming into a true dragon hundreds of zhang long, roaring as it surged toward He Pingsheng.

The key was, this wasn't just one golden dragon—it was eight.

"Trouble!"

Within the magic treasure space, Zhou Qingmei, who could sense the battle outside, suddenly said: "Young Master, don't underestimate him—this isn't his own power. It's a Buddhist borrowing technique, drawing upon the strength of the Buddha Dao—called the 【Eight Heavenly Dragons】!"

"This strike carries the power of a Void Refinement peak realm—don't take it lightly!"

By the time Zhou Qingmei spoke, it was already too late.

Yet… He Pingsheng was not panicked.

He knew this power didn't belong to Mingyue—and that it carried Void Refinement peak strength was enough.

"Boom…"

Outside his body, the spectral tortoise shadow reformed once more.

He Pingsheng also knew that the tortoise shadow alone could not block this assault.

So he clenched his right hand tightly, activating a talisman!

Sixth-rank talisman: Ice Flower World.

Long ago, after He Pingsheng slew Bing Yi's avatar, he obtained from her a sixth-rank defensive talisman called the 【Heavenly Ice Talisman】.

The Heavenly Ice Talisman was later enhanced by the Treasure Basin into two, becoming supreme-grade 【Ice Flower World】 talismans.

Once activated, it could last for two hours.

As long as the opponent failed to break through, it would remain intact.

Boom…

At that moment, the eight dragons slammed violently into He Pingsheng's tortoise shadow.

The solid tortoise shadow shattered instantly.

The eight dragons pressed forward, striking the Ice Flower World with full force.

This talisman's defense was far stronger than the tortoise shadow.

Thus, even with eight dragons and the power of a Void Refinement peak strike, they failed to shatter He Pingsheng's Ice Flower World.

As long as it wasn't broken, it was fine.

If you can't break it, I can hold for two hours.

Let's see how long your borrowed power lasts.

No rush…

I still have another Ice Flower World—I can just activate it again after two hours.

"Such strong defense!"

Watching all eight golden dragons dissolve into energy waves blasting outward, yet He Pingsheng's tortoise shell still unbroken, the red-robed monk's black eyes narrowed sharply!

This was his strongest strike.

Still didn't break it?

What now?

Then keep going!

"Eight Heavenly Dragons… Eight Heavenly Dragons… Eight Heavenly Dragons…"

Roar…

In an instant, golden dragons danced wildly across the sky, their breath boiling.

He Pingsheng's tiny figure was shrouded within the Ice Flower World, his form invisible.

But his spiritual sense could freely extend outward.

The sight of golden dragons filling the heavens nearly terrified him into urinating himself.

Fortunately… each golden dragon struck the Ice Flower World—and the talisman held firm.

Hehehe…

He Pingsheng exhaled in relief.

Meanwhile, the red-robed monk could no longer contain his frustration.

As Zhou Qingmei had said, this power was borrowed.

Borrowed power cannot last.

At most, one incense stick's time!

Soon, the incense stick burned out.

Mingyue's power was completely depleted.

He looked at the icy shell surrounding He Pingsheng and said calmly: "Then the old monk shall wait—until your talisman fades, and see how you defend then."

He Pingsheng smiled, then waved his hand, releasing Zhou Qingmei from his magic treasure space.

"You?" Seeing Zhou Qingmei, Mingyue jolted in shock.

After scanning Zhou Qingmei's cultivation base, the monk's face darkened: "You… you… you… you've reached Body Integration?"

"Correct!" Zhou Qingmei stood in midair clad in a black Daoist robe, a faint smile on his jade-white face: "My corpse ghoul has now become a demonic sovereign—causing no small amount of havoc!"

"Venerable Mingyue, will you continue your crusade to subdue demons and exterminate evils?"

"Amitabha…" Though startled, Mingyue's avatar suppressed his inner turmoil, clasped his hands in greeting, and said: "Using the Power of Heaven and Earth to shed your corpse ghoul form, you are now a true Xuan Sect cultivator—no longer under my jurisdiction!"

"I urge you, future disciple, cultivate more kindness and cease taking human lives!"

"Amitabha… farewell!"

Mingyue's avatar spoke of retreat with calm dignity, turning to leave.

But suddenly, he realized his surrounding space was sealed.

Fight?

What nonsense.

One Void Refinement Level One, one Body Integration Level One.

The higher the cultivation, the greater the gap between each level.

How could he fight?

Ten of him wouldn't be a match!

Zhou Qingmei made no move—only used spatial laws and spiritual sense to pin Mingyue's avatar firmly in place.

Then, beside them, the hundred-zhang Ice Flower World shattered violently, and a black light shot out.

It was a divine spear.

Five hundred zhang long, fused with its wielder.

Technique: Ten Thousand Annihilations Return to Origin.

A force capable of destroying heaven and earth pierced the void and struck Mingyue's avatar without mercy.

At that moment, cracks spread across Mingyue's Golden Body, then shattered it into fragments.

Only a golden Liuli Nascent Soul fled, seeking escape—but He Pingsheng seized it in one hand and imprisoned it.

"Amitabha…" The Mingyue avatar, now reduced to shards yet barely retaining human form, uttered one final Buddhist chant before dissolving into nothingness.

Mingyue's avatar, dead!

A rain of blood fell upon the desolate mountains.

He had expected the monk to leave behind some spatial magic treasure—a ring or storage pouch.

But there was nothing.

Only a string of one hundred eight Buddhist prayer beads and the crimson kasaya landed in He Pingsheng's hands.

"The Buddhist sect has a technique to manipulate space!" Zhou Qingmei said. "They can create a Buddhist realm to store their belongings; upon death, this realm drifts back to the Buddhist sect to prevent their items from being lost."

"Unfortunately, Mingyue died too quickly—the kasaya and prayer beads hadn't been retrieved yet!"

"So all that's left for us are these two items!"

He Pingsheng asked: "Are these useful?"

Zhou Qingmei shook his head: "We aren't Buddhist cultivators—these are useless to us… but Buddhist divine artifacts can repel evil—keep them."

"Fair enough!" He Pingsheng waved his hand, storing the prayer beads and kasaya, then turned his gaze downward toward the mountains: "You said the illusion array was here, correct?"

"Yes!"

Zhou Qingmei nodded: "It's a seventh-rank illusion array!"

"Once activated, ordinary cultivators passing by would believe this is just an ordinary mountain range—even a Mahayana Emperor-level cultivator, unless using detailed spiritual sense, would struggle to detect it!"

"To enter the Divine Emperor's Tomb, we must first break the illusion array."