Chapter 392: Chapter 338: Zhi Xin Zhengxin, Little 3 Emperor Scripture
"Turn back, even an immortal cannot save you."
The Spirit Treasure Celestial Master shook his head upon seeing it.
A good doctor cannot save a doomed soul.
In truth, this spell is quite simple to break—all one has to do is kill Ziyun.
If that’s really the case, then what would be the point of saving her?
Thus, the Spirit Treasure Celestial Master immediately declared the sentence of death.
Hearing the Celestial Master’s words, Tianhe closed his eyes, pondering who knows what.
Swish!
The golden light vanished, and the two of them disappeared without a trace.
Heavenly Master’s Dojo.
Tianhe stared at the suffering Ziyun, his heart tangled with complex emotions.
No one is born wicked.
Even villains have a tender side within their hearts.
Not everyone possesses an unyielding mindset, capable of enduring millennia of time, witnessing loved ones fade away one by one, and remaining unmoved.
The path of the Heavenly Master is fated to be a lonely road.
Of course, it would be better with someone to accompany you.
But alas, things seldom proceed as one wishes—the last shred of warmth from the bygone era has also perished.
Could this be karmic retribution?
Tianhe did not believe in so-called karma; if it truly existed, he would have died long ago.
He looked at Ziyun, writhing in pain and lost in delirium.
With resolute conviction, Tianhe took one step forward after another.
Ziyun’s sea of consciousness.
It was a radiant Grotto Heaven basking in sunlight.
Threads of silver lined every inch of the space around the Grotto Heaven.
Ziyun, trapped within, was confined by Divine Intent Brightness, fated never to escape.
Her gaze brimmed with unease and terror—she understood what had transpired and could comprehend her current predicament.
Day after day, she died repeatedly, trapped in the Prison Soul Heavenly Prison without end.
Suddenly, a ripple spread across the void.
Divine Intent Brightness coalesced into a humanoid figure.
The figure bore an aged countenance, with a subtle smile on his face.
Ziyun instantly recognized the figure.
"Zhi Xin!"
Ziyun attempted an attack, only to discover she had no strength left in her body. She tried to leap into the air to strike, but merely stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Don’t waste your energy. I’ve told you—you are destined to die," Zhi Xin said calmly.
"Why... weren’t you dead already?"
Ziyun muttered in disbelief, her voice trembling.
"That’s correct. I am dead... but my Divine Soul persists."
Beyond the Divine Establishment Period, even if one’s physical body perishes, their soul can continue to exist independently.
Thus, cultivators often attempt to obliterate the Divine Soul when killing others.
After the soul, what remains is the True Spirit—but True Spirits cannot exist independently and require special secret techniques to regain consciousness.
Tianhe had done the same.
But he never anticipated that Zhi Xin’s True Spirit had long planted itself within Ziyun’s Primordial Spirit.
"You relied on Qingxuan’s body to be reborn, while I shall use your Primordial Spirit to reincarnate, destroying the Taoist Realm you’ve cultivated for millennia!"
Zhi Xin’s voice was calm, yet his words were chilling to the core.
Masters of divination are often reserved in their actions—when they do strike, it is invariably a fatal blow, leaving no room for reprieve.
Not only would Ziyun die, but Tianhe would also meet disgrace, the Taoist School would fracture, the Donghua Jungle would reap the rewards, and Zhi Xin himself would ascend further through Ziyun’s Primordial Spirit.
He would leave nothing undone, cutting the roots while claiming all for himself.
Swoosh!
In Ziyun’s despairing gaze, Divine Intent Brightness swept toward her.
"Ah!!"
Ziyun’s soul shattered upon the spot.
Zhi Xin’s soul began slowly forming.
A beam of pitch-black light materialized—it carried a sinister, malicious aura that seemed boundless and unstoppable.
This was the Eternal Damnation Primordial Spirit.
The Power of Curse Killing slays invisibly—the stronger the cursed being, the greater the spiritual feedback to the caster.
It was difficult to comprehend how a man with such vast ambitions could cultivate such a secret technique.
Of course, he had been shaped by his environment.
Centuries ago, Zhi Xin had understood that this method violated natural harmony and would end in calamity, leading him to transition to Divination and Geomancy.
On the one hand, this choice served to cleanse himself of the residual Evil Qi from his demonic cultivation.
However, unexpectedly, refraining from using it for years—combined with cleansing his hostility—had rendered him unparalleled in its mastery.
Previously, he relied on hostility, Evil Qi, malice, Demonic Qi, resentment, and hatred to curse, but now he could lay curses through love.
Curses could kill, but they could also create.
The black light gradually constricted, forming into a Black Lotus.
Clad in white robes, Zhi Xin’s face betrayed a gentle compassion.
He had achieved rebirth.
"Zhi Xin is dead; how should I be addressed moving forward?"
Pausing momentarily, Zhi Xin smiled and said:
"Let’s go with Zhengxin."
To the outside world.
Golden light danced at Tianhe’s fingertips as he gazed at Ziyun’s pained expression, his heart burdened with pity.
"Rest free, Ziyun. Someday, I’ll ensure they go to the grave with you."
The golden light transformed into a streak of Sword Qi, piercing directly toward Ziyun’s brow.
At this moment, the Tribulation Fire on Ziyun’s body receded.
Her complexion regained vibrance, and the Power of Curse Killing disappeared entirely.
"Hmm?"
Tianhe withdrew his Divine Skills, elated within.
Could she truly be recovering?
Ziyun slowly opened her eyes.
"How are you feeling?"
Watching her calm gaze, Tianhe seemed to let out a sigh of relief.
"Indeed..."
"You suffered terribly; it’s good that everything’s fine."
A faintly eerie smile appeared at the corner of Ziyun’s mouth.
"Tianhe, you’re about to lose her again."
A sense of dire danger flashed through Tianhe’s mind.
Bang!
Ziyun’s physical body exploded suddenly.
Vivid rays of light surged outward for hundreds of miles, with their shockwaves spreading further.
All of Yunzhou felt the seismic tremor.
A Primordial Spirit Stage cultivator’s self-detonation could annihilate heaven and earth.
The Eight Ghost Kings of Xuanyu City jointly acted to suppress the expanding shockwaves.
Tianhe, caught within the blast zone, suffered dearly.
The explosion instantly melted his skin and flesh.
Soon after, a streak of black light ascended to the heavens.
"Ah!! Zhi Xin!!"
Tianhe roared in fury, his inability to counter the attack infuriating him.
What was even worse was the explosion’s inclusion of the Power of Curse Killing. It infiltrated his meridians, coursing through his limbs and bones, corroding his Primordial Spirit.
Were it not for his potent mana, this attack alone would have been enough to render him utterly obliterated, never to reincarnate.
Of course, the resulting complications were significant.
He reasoned that only after a lengthy recuperation period could he fully restore his Primordial Energy.
Tianhe ignored his injuries for now—his focus was solely on murdering Zhi Xin.
From ecstasy to despair, rising and falling.
Watching his former Taoist couple die before his eyes had robbed him of rationality.
One chased forward, the other fled ahead.
Since Zhi Xin existed only as a soul form, his movement speed was extraordinary.
Coupled with Tianhe’s injuries, he struggled to catch up.
Before long, they arrived above Donghua Jungle.
"Master Zhi Xin? This is bad—quickly, invoke the North Emperor Black Law!"
The people at the Evil Exorcism Altar noticed Zhi Xin’s approach and hurried to channel Divine Demons.
As mediators for the descent of such entities, specific rituals were indispensable.
Boom!
Pitch-black Demonic Qi tainted the once-clear skies.
From the Demonic Qi emerged the Nine Yang Demons.
Yuanbo summoned the Nine Sons Ghost Mother, each ghost child towering like a mountain-sized infant.
Each of the Nine Sons possessed their own Divine Skills and, when arranged in formation, could unleash unfathomable strength.
As long as the Ghost Mother lived, the Nine Sons could resurrect over and over.
Boom!
"Survivors of Yin Spring Palace?"
"Old dog Tianhe?"
No words were exchanged as the three clashed outright.
Tianhe couldn’t help but marvel at how fearsome these Divine Demons were. Compared to his previous understanding of the Yin Spring Palace’s Taoist legacy, their strength was astoundingly formidable.
They were terrifyingly powerful, rivaling even Primordial Spirit cultivators.
The battle raged across the skies, oscillating between day and night.
Literal giants appeared intermittently, only to vanish moments later.
Residents of the city below had their worldview utterly shattered.
The Zhonghuang Zi and Yuanbo allied themselves with one another, with Zhi Xin occasionally launching sneak attacks on top, leaving Tianhe scrambling to fend them off.
After hundreds of exchanges, all parties simultaneously withdrew their dharma bodies.
"You’re strong, but the old man assures you—before you defeat us, we’ll drag you underwater together," Zhonghuang Zi sneered threateningly.
"Likewise. Ziyun’s fate will soon be yours," Zhi Xin added with a hint of venom. "Oh, and I believe you’ve mistaken me for someone else—I am not Zhi Xin, though there’s a certain resemblance."
Tianhe’s expression shifted between light and dark.
The fevered emotional haze in his mind cooled at last.
As he reflected on the Divine Demons and the steep cost of defeating them, clarity returned.
These opponents were indeed bitter enemies of his.
Threats from others might be dismissed, but such characters made credible and uncompromising adversaries.
Two capable of invoking Heavenly Tribulations and a third shrouded in the mysteries of curse magic formed a trio capable of inflicting genuine torment.
Of particular significance was Zhonghuang Zi, whose inexplicable newfound strength rivaled his Ghost Kings.
Initially planning to eliminate Song Lin during an idle moment, Tianhe now found himself unknowingly confronting this unexpectedly fortified group.
Weighing his options repeatedly, Tianhe ultimately chose retreat.
"Since you’re not Zhi Xin, it seems we’ve had a misunderstanding. Zhonghuang Zi, perhaps someday you should visit the Heavenly Master’s Dojo to reminisce with your elders," Tianhe remarked with cold malice before departing.
Unfazed, Zhonghuang Zi silently vowed to deliver unimaginable suffering unto Tianhe once he surpassed the Primordial Spirit Stage.
With Tianhe’s exit, morale surged among the factions of Donghua Jungle.
Tianhe had relented after all!
The fragile alliance now felt slightly more secure.
In his secluded training, Song Lin remained unaware that the looming threat had silently dissipated.
Once reliant on Song Lin for strength, the alliance had discovered other wings of protection.
Perhaps the Donghua Ancestor could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
From then on, everything continued as usual, as though nothing had ever transpired.
The only change within Donghua Jungle was the appearance of an independent cultivator named Zhengxin.
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The world of this tale.
Above the skies, five characters shattered with a deafening crash.
From the clouds emerged a massive seal.
The seal released golden light, which embedded itself into Song Lin’s forehead.
Simultaneously, Song Lin’s mind was filled with new information.
Mao Mountain Secret Technique:
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