bookbashuk Chapter 160 Zuo Ruotong's Resurrection
Chapter 160 Zuo Ruotong's Resurrection
Chapter 160 Zuo Ruotong's Resurrection
Looking at the white mist that seemed to be rolling in from all directions, Zhou Sheng frowned deeply.
This was not early morning, and the group had been in the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley for several days, yet they had never seen such a strange sight before.
He jabbed his right index and middle fingers into the ground: "I'd like to see who this is, Empress Ding!"
In an instant, a magical array extended from beneath his feet, bringing the surrounding world under his control. At that moment, he opened his eyes wide.
He understood; those wisps of white mist were all innate and unchanging!
"How is this possible? This white mist is all primordial essence, where did such a thick layer of primordial energy come from..."
Zhou Sheng's Adam's apple bobbed.
"Watch me freeze time in this fog!"
He used the Chaotic Gold Explosion technique, which could slow down others, but it had no effect whatsoever. The white mist continued to drift and swirl, engulfing everyone.
Zhou Sheng froze on the spot, his arrogant expression completely gone, leaving only bewilderment: "How could this be... my Chaotic Gold..."
"Hey, what's wrong with Third Brother?" Gao Liang laughed first.
"Isn't it said that you have the power to control the universe and all changes? How come you can't even handle a wisp of fog?"
"Could it be that this innate, pure essence is too much for Third Brother's Qimen Dunjia formation to handle?"
Zhang Huaiyi, arms crossed, chuckled, "Third Brother, your Feng Hou Qi Men technique failed as soon as you grasped it; I don't think it'll work."
Zhou Sheng's cheeks flushed red, and he was about to retort when he saw Zheng Zibu take a step forward.
"Stop arguing, guys."
The Maoshan disciple who had comprehended the Tongtian Seal chuckled and suddenly flicked his sleeves: "I haven't used the Tongtian Seal yet, brothers, watch mine first!"
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Before he finished speaking, everyone saw countless talismans instantly form in the air in front of Zheng Zibu, flying out densely like scattered beans, forming a rain of talismans in the air.
Unlike Zhou Sheng's use of the Feng Hou Qi Men technique, the others were unable to fully comprehend its power.
But at this moment, Zheng Zibu unleashed the Heavenly Seal, and everyone truly and directly felt the power of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques!
Gao Gen sighed:
"It is terrifying. An ordinary sorcerer needs to burn incense and bathe for several days to draw a thunder talisman. It requires a lot of manpower and materials."
"But Old Zheng doesn't need any help at all; he can create images out of thin air and generate dozens or even hundreds in the blink of an eye?!"
As everyone marveled, these talismans instantly transformed into countless streaks of purple-blue lightning.
Boom!
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A deafening thunderclap resounded in the valley, instantly turning the area within a radius of tens of meters into a hell of thunder.
Hundreds of lightning bolts, as thick as bowls, struck the white mist. But when the lightning struck the mist, it was as if swallowed by an invisible giant mouth. The purple-blue flames flickered in the mist and then went out completely, without even leaving a trace.
Zheng Zibu's smirk froze instantly. His lips still curved upwards, but his eyes were filled with disbelief: "How is this possible? Are you kidding me?!"
He possesses extraordinary abilities, and although he can create talismans at will, it does not mean that the talismans he inscribes are inferior.
Any one of these images is enough to shatter a wooden house and turn a giant tree to dust.
The combined power of these hundreds and thousands of lightning spells was beyond even his own estimation.
This is why everyone believes that these eight extraordinary skills are enough to make one stand out from the crowd and drive any extraordinary person crazy.
But at this moment, both of their ultimate techniques failed in succession, not even managing to tear a single inch of the white mist's edge.
"This..." Zheng Zibu opened his mouth, looking at the still thick white mist, and for the first time felt that his Tongtian Seal was not enough.
Seeing this, Gao Liang stopped laughing and his face darkened.
Everyone composed themselves, their brows furrowing with seriousness.
Zhang Huaiyi said in a deep voice, "Something's not right. Everyone, step back quickly and don't come into contact with that white mist. This mist is definitely not an ordinary innate being."
"Not only did Third Brother's Feng Hou Qi Men fail, but even the hundreds of talismans from Tong Tian Zhuan were useless against it—"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone quickly retreated.
Zhou Sheng and Zheng Zibu were both highly skilled, but neither of their special techniques had any effect.
The white mist rolled in like a tide, turning everything it passed into pure white.
Zhou Sheng stood frozen in place, unable to manipulate any spatial or temporal changes in the area where Bai had passed.
The circle of thirty-five people was being gradually eroded by the white mist; the previous lively conversation had vanished, leaving only a deathly silence.
Just then, footsteps sounded from behind them, and a figure slowly emerged from the depths of the valley.
It is precisely because it has no roots that it grows.
He was still wearing that filthy robe, his beard scraggly, but his face held a strange serenity.
While everyone was discussing it, he remained silent on the stone, contemplating the ninth extraordinary skill he was about to comprehend.
But now, faced with such a huge commotion, he had no choice but to take action.
"Fourth Brother?" Gao Gen called out subconsciously, his tone carrying a barely perceptible expectation.
Wugensheng did not respond. Looking at the white mist that everyone was helpless against, he walked over without any fear.
The next moment, facing the white mist, his eyes were enveloped by a layer of nothingness.
The instant his eyes were covered, an invisible force spread out from him.
That is the "divine spirit" that can break all natural magic and spells in the world and return them to their original state!
"This is my fourth brother's spirit?!"
Zhou Sheng was shocked. He had long heard of the power of the divine spirit, but this was the first time he had witnessed it.
Wherever that power passed, the strange formations he had set up melted away like ice and snow, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
Everyone held their breath and stared intently, eagerly awaiting the outcome.
In their view, the rootless spirit was the bane of all things, and even the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Valley could not trap him, let alone the white mist in front of them.
However, contrary to their expectations, when that power capable of dismantling all laws collided with the white mist, it was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, not even causing a ripple.
"How could this be? Has the divine power failed?" Zhang Huaiyi frowned and stepped forward.
Zhou Sheng immediately sensed a power similar to, yet entirely different from, that of Wu Gensheng, emanating from this "Big-Eared Thief."
It can also dispel his Qimen formation.
"Could this be the 'Flow Without a Source'?!"
He was startled.
"No wonder Big Ear Thief dared to say he could surpass Fourth Brother's Bodyless Source Flow; he truly possesses the power to contend with the gods and spirits!"
However, as everyone could see, even with the addition of one more person, the combined power of the two against the white mist was like a stone sinking into the sea, failing to dissipate any of the mist.
Everyone exclaimed in surprise:
"How is this possible! Neither the divine spirit nor the Xi Ti Yuan Liu worked?"
"It's not useless," Wugensheng said at this moment, looking at Zhang Huaiyi and saying, "Did you feel it, Huaiyi?"
Zhang Huaiyi's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes filled with disbelief: "Fourth Brother, I felt it—but how—how is this possible?!"
Wugensheng slowly withdrew his hand:
"That's right, it's not that the divine spirit and the source of the fiery body are useless; this fiery body wasn't artificially constructed."
"This is the most primal state."
"The original state? Nothingness from the beginning."
Zhang Huaiyi murmured in disbelief. Although he could not believe that such a person existed in the world, he believed in the source of his understanding.
This is real.
Looking at the overwhelming white fog before him, he felt a heavy weight in his heart.
Others who heard this felt the same way, even they, whose internal energy was very limited.
The sheer volume of energy before them was overwhelming, far exceeding the comprehension of the "extraordinary people."
Zhou Sheng murmured, "No wonder my Chaotic Gold Analyze didn't use such a massive amount of energy; it's already beyond the reach of 'magic'..."
The scene in everyone's eyes was bleak.
But just then, the white fog suddenly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, a calm voice came from within the mist:
"Don't be nervous, I don't mean to hurt you."
Upon hearing the voice, Zhang Huaiyi murmured, "Why does this voice sound so familiar?!"
Everyone nodded, their faces full of confusion.
Then, they saw the white mist slowly part to both sides like a curtain, and two figures gradually became clear in the haze.
Walking in front was a young man dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, with an air of otherworldly grace.
The moment they saw his face clearly, everyone felt their breath catch in their throats, and even Wugensheng clenched his fists and his pupils suddenly contracted.
Walking in front was none other than Zuo Ruotong, the former head of the Sanyi Sect who had passed away two years ago!
The young man following closely behind was tall and straight, with a hint of arrogance between his brows; he was none other than Li Muxuan!
"impossible!"
Gao Liang was momentarily dazed, then roared incoherently, his single eye wide open like a copper bell, staring intently at Zuo Ruotong, veins bulging on his forehead:
"The Sanyi Sect clearly stated that you had already passed away! Wugensheng didn't lie to me either, so how could you..." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a gaze from Zuo Ruotong.
His gaze was calm as still water, yet it carried an undeniable authority. Gao Gen's throat tightened, and he could no longer utter a single word.
Zuo Ruotong's gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on Wugensheng's face, carrying an indescribable complexity: "Wugensheng, how have you been?"
Wugensheng looked at him.
All that could be seen was the overwhelming white mist, the immeasurable innate power emanating from Zuo Ruotong.
Seeing this, his expression became even more complicated: "Sect Leader Zuo, how have you been? It seems you lied to me."
"Have you reversed your innate constitution?"