Chapter 771

So whether or not the Dayuan did this, the Qinglong Society would strike directly against the Dayuan.

It's just that Zhang Sanfeng was never the type to bully others with his power, and he also felt this was a matter for Wu Dang, so he had never wanted the Qinglong Society to step in.

"As long as you tell me whether the Dayuan was involved, I will let you pass away here of your own accord and allow you to reincarnate once more. How about it?"

In fact, ordinary martial artists—even most martial artists—cannot kill another's spiritual body.

But the Qinglong Society was clearly an exception!

Letting Long Xiang Seng reincarnate was no different from giving him a way out.

Though it would still require gathering a spirit child and reopening the path of reincarnation.

But at least his lifetime of cultivation could be preserved, and he would still have a chance to climb once more to the peak of the martial Dao.

Yet Long Xiang Seng had earned the Dayuan's high regard, and after eight reincarnations, his loyalty to the Dayuan had already seeped into his very bones.

If he were to admit now that the Dayuan was connected to this matter, then when the Qinglong Society truly purged the Dayuan, would all that loyalty of his be for nothing?

"Hahaha! Zhang Sanfeng, Wu Dang has paraded itself about brazenly. Back then, several of my Dayuan's promising experts were killed because of Wu Dang.

This old monk has deeply hated Wu Dang since then, which is why I plotted the matter of destroying Wu Dang.

Today I am defeated—at worst it is merely death, what is there to fear?"

The promising experts Long Xiang Seng spoke of were most likely Pang Ban and the others from the Demon Teacher Palace.

It's just that these people belonged to a different faction from his own Ming Wang Temple—what did it have to do with him?

But after he finished speaking, he directly raised his palm, circulated his true essence, and slammed a vicious palm onto his own crown.

The crown is the vital point of an ordinary person, and also where a martial artist's Baihui and Shenting acupoints lie.

Under that one palm from Long Xiang Seng, he smashed his own brains to splatter, blood pouring from his seven orifices, and his body collapsed softly to the ground.

"Maha Wuliang!"

Zhang Sanfeng offered a silent prayer, quite moved.

This Long Xiang Seng had suddenly ascended onto the Heavenly Dao Golden List, and his ranking was not low either.

Yet today he could only perish here amid this chaotic battle.

After eight lifetimes of bitter cultivation, he had fallen to such a state merely because of so-called loyalty.

"Master…"

The Wu Dangqixia also walked up happily at this moment.

Ever since Zhang Sanfeng became the Seven Dragons Head and went to the Qinglong Summit,

for such a long time, apart from letters, this was the first time master and disciples of Wu Dang had met again.

Earlier, when Zhang Sanfeng was fighting Long Xiang Seng, the others could not greet him.

Now that Long Xiang Seng had killed himself by slapping his crown, the Seven Heroes were immediately overjoyed and came forward to pay respects to their Master.

At once, the Wu Dangqixia, regardless of seniority, before everyone's eyes, all knelt and bowed together before Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes held a smile; to him these Wu Dangqixia were both disciples and sons.

Last time, when he first heard Wu Dangpai had been destroyed, his first reaction was to wonder if the Seven Heroes were safe.

Seeing them again now, he was truly filled with boundless emotion.

He was just about to reach out his hands and raise the Seven Heroes one by one.

He did not expect that, from atop Long Xiang Seng's corpse, a translucent little child's figure suddenly crawled out.

This little child's figure not only looked translucent, but had a nose and eyes, almost exactly like a real person.

"Eh? This is a spiritual body?"

Zhang Sanfeng was exceedingly astonished. Though he cultivated both Dao and martial arts, both Daoist studies and martial studies had mentioned the existence of this spiritual body.

In Daoist studies, it is called the Nascent Soul.

In martial studies, it is the collective body of divine sense, 意念, and spirit, hence called the spiritual body.

But whether in Daoist or martial studies, no one had ever truly seen this spiritual body.

Who could have known that today, with Long Xiang Seng's death, this spiritual body of Long Xiang Seng would appear.

"Spiritual body?"

The Wu Dangqixia all trembled at once, followed Zhang Sanfeng's gaze, and saw nothing there—where was any spiritual body?

"Ah, that's right, that's right!"

Seeing the Wu Dangqixia bewildered, Zhang Sanfeng immediately realized.

That he could see Long Xiang Seng's spiritual body was, first, due to his refined cultivation, and second—and most importantly—

he had grasped the Dao of Yin and Yang through his hand-copied Dao De Jing.

Now that his Dao of Yin and Yang was complete, he could finally see this spiritual body of Long Xiang Seng.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to explain, and was also pondering how to handle the matter of Long Xiang Seng's spiritual body,

a tremendous roar rang out in the sky.

At the place where Pudu Cihang and Yan Chixia and the others were locked in fierce combat, Pudu Cihang, waving those countless barbed insect legs, had finally pierced through the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches Grand Formation.

With the fall of the Xuanxinzheng Sect's final grand formation, the remaining nine experts of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches all spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and perished—of course, no need to elaborate.

Pudu Cihang directly used one insect leg to pierce straight through Yue Lingshan, who was trapped in the tree.

After Yue Lingshan's death, a heaven-shaking explosion erupted.

Then a jet-black, swirling vortex gradually took shape at the site of Yue Lingshan's corpse.

A primordial, savage aura continuously seeped out from within that vortex.

The Dark Moon Cave Heaven had appeared!

"Hahaha! The Dark Moon Cave Heaven has appeared, the demonic path descends, and the world shall once again be ruled by us of the demonic path!"

Seeing the Dark Moon Cave Heaven unsealed, Pudu Cihang excitedly shouted and cheered.

Yan Chixia saw the air vortex form and could not help sighing, saying to Qing Long and Bai Hu,

"Qing Long, Bai Hu, this battle no longer has any meaning. I shall take my leave here."

In Yan Chixia's view, once the Yin Moon Cave Heaven was unsealed and the demonic path returned to the human world, the realm was on the verge of collapse.

Continuing to entangle with Pudu Cihang here was utterly pointless,

so he greeted Qing Long and Bai Hu, helped them fight their way to a path of survival, and sent them out of the attack range of those hundred-plus insect legs.

Yan Chixia directly recalled his flying sword into its case, then transformed into a streak of flowing light and left the place at once.

"Right Dharma Elder, save me…"

Long Xiang Seng's spirit body, seeing the Yin Moon Cave Heaven unsealed and Pudu Cihang having even driven off Yan Chixia, could not help excitedly calling out toward him.

It would have been better had he not called out—the moment he did, Pudu Cihang's centipede head turned to look.

In the insect's eyes, a trace of greed and excitement appeared,

"Oh? You're Long Xiang Seng?"

In truth, Long Xiang Seng and Pudu Cihang had never formally exchanged greetings.

But the two had, after all, met face to face, and both served within the Great Yuan's enshrined-supplier ranks.

"Precisely! I beg Right Dharma Elder to save me!"

Long Xiang Seng saw that the flickering light within the insect's eyes seemed off, but recalling that the two were, after all, Great Yuan nation-protecting enshrined suppliers, he spoke out once more.

"Very well! Since your fleshly body is already dead, I shall ferry you across!"

Pudu Cihang suddenly opened his insect maw, and a tremendous invisible suction force swept straight toward Long Xiang Seng's spirit body.

A martial artist's spirit body is a composite of spirit and martial-will intent.

Without a fleshly body to rely on, it is in truth no match even for an ordinary person.

With Pudu Cihang suddenly striking, Long Xiang Seng's spirit body had no resistance and could only let out shrill screams as it vanished into the depths of Pudu Cihang's jet-black insect maw.

After swallowing Long Xiang Seng's spirit body in one gulp, Pudu Cihang wore a look of utter satisfaction.

Then the heavens shifted, and the centipede body of the Savage Centipede gradually faded, reverting to the emaciated old monk form from before.

"Haha! At last it's unsealed…"

The instant Pudu Cihang had just reverted, at the entrance of the Yin Moon Cave Heaven in the sky, many figures flashed into view.

These figures—some tall, some short, some fat, some thin—were of every description.

Yet each and every one was bizarrely shaped, giving one the creeps at the sight.

The one at the head was actually riding what looked like a large lizard with a pair of enormous bat wings.

"Evil Dragon!"