Chapter 1697: Six Desire Ring Gu
If the Purple Gold Bagua Mirror was a Supreme Sacred Artifact, it might really be able to turn the situation around.
Zhang Ruochen decided to trust the True Miao Little Daoist once more. So, letting it lead the way, he headed straight for the True Miao Temple. Along the way, they encountered some eerie ancient creatures, all of which Zhang Ruochen eliminated with lightning speed.
"This guy seems quite familiar with the nearby paths and the distribution of ancient divine inscriptions."
Lian Hou, who was pursuing from behind, sensed something unusual and immediately became cautious. She dared not chase too quickly, worried that Zhang Ruochen might use the ancient divine inscriptions here to set a trap for her.
While Zhang Ruochen was rushing to the True Miao Temple, Wang Tian and Yan Wang were going all out in their attack on the Heavenly Beginning Fairy.
Yan Wang’s thick arms lifted the Burial Lord Divine Furnace, a Five-Shine Ten-Thousand-Pattern Sacred Artifact. As sacred qi poured into it, the furnace grew larger and larger, emitting nine different types of flames. The heat released melted the ground beneath.
"Be suppressed!"
Yan Wang let out a long roar, controlling the Burial Lord Divine Furnace to strike at the White Feather Peacock Sacred Carriage.
"Whoosh."
The sacred qi in this stretch of heaven and earth gathered like fine mist, continuously converging toward the White Feather Peacock Sacred Carriage, condensing into a winding, flowing river.
From the center of the river, a seven-meter-long white light fist flew out, colliding with the Burial Lord Divine Furnace.
The fist force was like layers of water waves, one stacking on another, sending the Burial Lord Divine Furnace flying. With a thunderous crash, it slammed into the cliff wall.
Yan Wang, standing dozens of zhang away, let out a muffled groan and staggered backward.
"Is this the Heavenly Beginning Fairy’s Heavenly River Divine Fist?" Yan Wang’s face was extremely pale.
On the surface, it seemed Yan Wang was only slightly at a disadvantage. In reality, the Heavenly River Divine Fist was incredibly profound. A series of hidden forces had shaken him, causing severe internal injuries, with signs of his internal organs rupturing.
At this moment, even slightly raising his arm sent excruciating pain through Yan Wang’s body.
Wang Tian’s black robe fluttered without wind. Inky black yin-sha qi spread outward from within the robe, quickly covering the surrounding dozens of li of heaven and earth.
"It is said that Luo Shen once used the Heavenly River Divine Fist to kill a demon god of the Hell Realm. I always thought that after Luo Shen fell, the Heavenly River Divine Fist had been lost. I never expected that you, Fairy, could comprehend its essence."
Wang Tian approached the White Feather Peacock Sacred Carriage step by step. The Endless Blade in his hand emitted an increasingly intense radiance. "Today, Wang will test the Heavenly River Divine Fist."
"Endless Nether Blade Art, First Strike: No Return."
Tens of thousands of blade dao rules merged into the blade technique, attacking the Heavenly Beginning Fairy in the White Feather Peacock Sacred Carriage with overwhelming force.
The blade light was like a blood moon.
From the sacred carriage, countless sacred dao rules flew out, merging into the sacred qi river. Then, from the sacred qi river, another fist imprint flew out, striking against Wang Tian’s blade light.
"Boom."
This fierce clash left neither side gaining an advantage.
"Endless Nether Blade Art, Second Strike: No Reciprocation."
Wang Tian’s blade light grew even more fierce. In the area shrouded by darkness, a "shua shua" sound echoed, with countless blade qi shuttling through the heavens and earth.
"Bang bang."
The Endless Blade in Wang Tian’s hand was a Seven-Shine Ten-Thousand-Pattern Sacred Artifact. The blade technique he used was a Profound-Level Mid-Rank Sacred Art. In his battle with the Heavenly Beginning Fairy, he was not at a disadvantage at all.
The two exchanged nearly a hundred moves, shattering the surrounding area into pieces. The ground was covered with long blade marks and massive fist craters.
Gradually, the sacred qi river surrounding the White Feather Peacock Sacred Carriage became unstable, as if it were about to break apart.
Mo Xiaogu’s eyes lit up, and she smiled. "The fairy’s dan toxin is about to take effect. Speed up your attacks; she can’t hold on much longer!"
"What if she self-detonates her sacred source and takes us all down with her?" Wang Tian asked with some concern.
Mo Xiaogu laughed. "Don’t worry. The dan toxin of the Harmony Pill can affect a cultivator’s thoughts and spiritual will. She won’t self-detonate her sacred source."
Inside the sacred carriage, sweat dripped continuously from the Heavenly Beginning Fairy’s skin. Her gaze grew hazy, and her delicate body trembled slightly.
Normally, with her powerful cultivation, she could suppress the Harmony Pill’s dan toxin. But Wang Tian’s relentless attacks forced her to fight back, causing the dan toxin to erupt violently, reaching an uncontrollable level.
"No… I can’t let them capture me. It seems I have to take that final step."
A resolute look appeared in the Heavenly Beginning Fairy’s eyes. Her ten fingers dug into her palms, and traces of blood seeped through the gaps. She struggled to mobilize the sacred qi in her body, channeling it toward her qi sea and stirring her sacred source.
Clearly, the Heavenly Beginning Fairy’s spiritual will far exceeded Mo Xiaogu’s expectations.
"Whoosh—"
A bright white light surged from the White Feather Peacock Sacred Carriage, tearing through the inky black yin-sha qi.
"Not good. She’s already stirred her sacred source and is about to self-detonate." Wang Tian’s eyes narrowed, and he retreated like lightning.
If the Heavenly Beginning Fairy self-detonated with her cultivation level, few beings below the Great Saint realm would likely survive.
Even Mo Xiaogu hid behind the Great Saint skeleton, her lips curling slightly. "Her spiritual will was corroded by the dan toxin, yet she can still self-detonate her sacred source. I underestimated her."
Yan Wang, however, stood still, a smile on his face as he muttered a phrase: "Six Desire Ring Gu."
From his palm, tens of thousands of specks of light flew out, landing on the White Feather Peacock Sacred Carriage and entering inside. If one used spiritual power to examine them, they would find that each speck of light was an extremely tiny insect.
Moments later, a pained moan came from the sacred carriage, followed by the sound of a body falling.
The white sacred light that had been surging outward also vanished instantly.
Yan Wang’s laughter grew more arrogant. "Struck by the Six Desire Ring Gu, even the purest jade maiden in the world will turn into a wanton woman. Luo Ji, from now on, you’ll obediently be my beloved concubine. I won’t mistreat you."
The Six Desire Ring Gu was the foremost treasure of the Six Desire True Sect in the Yin-Yang Realm.
This gu was planted in a cultivator’s spirit, capable of breaking even a Bodhisattva’s precepts, driving a being’s desires to the extreme.
The current sect leader of the Six Desire True Sect had once used the Six Desire Ring Gu to subdue a Bodhisattva, keeping her as a slave by his side. When this Buddhist scandal spread, it caused an uproar across the realms. Eventually, a Buddha personally traveled to the Yin-Yang Realm to bring the Bodhisattva back.
"Today, I will personally test what makes a so-called fairy different from other women. Heh!"
Yan Wang walked up to the White Feather Peacock Sacred Carriage, stepped onto the wheel, and climbed aboard.
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At this moment, Zhang Ruochen finally arrived at the True Miao Temple. The half-Great Saint ominous creature that had been guarding this place had already left, leaving it eerily silent.
"Whoosh—"
Lian Hou transformed into a patch of yin clouds, flying over Zhang Ruochen’s head and blocking his path. "Is your elder sister really that frightening? Why are you running so fast?"
Zhang Ruochen stopped, no longer fleeing, a smile appearing on his face. "I was worried that the Harmony Pill’s dan toxin would take effect, causing me to lose my reason and do something excessive to you, elder sister. So, I tried to run as far as possible."
"Is that so? Your elder sister wants to see just how excessive you can be."
Lian Hou’s voice was soft and alluring. If any other male cultivator heard her say this, their bones would probably go weak.
But Zhang Ruochen saw that sharp nails had grown from the tips of Lian Hou’s five jade-like fingers, and her figure began to blur.
Zhang Ruochen dared not hesitate. He quickly used Space Displacement and vanished from his spot.
"Rip."
Lian Hou’s five fingers tore through Zhang Ruochen’s robe, leaving five holes.
"Such speed. Even using Space Displacement was a step too slow. It must be a Mid-Rank Sacred Art-level movement technique." Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Ruochen’s back. He immediately activated the Text Armor, wrapping it around his entire body.
Lian Hou’s beautiful eyes darkened. "The Bright Dao Sacred Armor of Qing Yaya. It seems he and Yu Wenjing really did die by your hand."
The True Miao Little Daoist jumped off Zhang Ruochen and rushed toward the True Miao Temple.
Lian Hou glanced at it, then opened her snow-white left hand. A small cauldron intertwined with demon patterns emerged from her palm and shot toward the True Miao Little Daoist.
Zhang Ruochen’s figure flashed, blocking the True Miao Little Daoist’s path. The Flame God Armor on his arms emitted a dazzling firelight as it collided with the demon cauldron.
"Bang."
A resounding, ear-piercing noise echoed.
Zhang Ruochen’s body sank, sliding backward. His back slammed into the stone steps of the True Miao Temple, cracking them with numerous lines.
On the temple’s threshold, the True Miao Little Daoist stopped and looked down at Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen slowly stood up, shaking off the mud and stones that had fallen onto him.
His gaze fixed on Lian Hou across from him, and he barked, "What are you staring at? Hurry up and get the Purple Gold Bagua Mirror."
The True Miao Little Daoist immediately jumped over the threshold and disappeared into the temple.
Lian Hou moved with seductive steps, approaching Zhang Ruochen again, and smiled. "It seems there’s some remarkable treasure inside this temple. Can your elder sister take a look first?"
Lian Hou abandoned Zhang Ruochen and charged into the temple.
"Shua."
Zhang Ruochen waved his hand, slashing out a Space Rift, blocking her again.
Then, Zhang Ruochen unleashed a fierce momentum, sending out a cloud of Purifying Divine Flame at the Minister-level, enveloping Lian Hou.
Lian Hou dared not touch the Space Rift and had to retreat. As she did, she collided with the Purifying Divine Flame cloud. The protective sacred qi around her body was burned thinner and thinner.
A strand of her hair caught the Purifying Divine Flame, and with a "chi" sound, it turned to ash.
Lian Hou’s gaze turned icy cold. "Space Dao and Purifying Divine Flame. The more I look at you, the more you remind me of someone."
"Who?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
Lian Hou said, "Zhang Ruochen."
Zhang Ruochen smiled but didn’t answer. Instead, he unleashed dozens of Space Rifts in succession, launching a fierce assault at her.
Lian Hou’s movement technique was exceptionally formidable. She dodged them all one by one and used a finger technique, striking at Zhang Ruochen’s brow.
This finger strike was sharp and possessed terrifying penetrating power.
Zhang Ruochen retreated while taking out the Space-Time Secret Scripture, preparing to use the Multi-Dimensional Space to neutralize Lian Hou’s attack.
Just then, a earth-shattering, powerful force erupted from the True Miao Temple.
"Whoosh—"
A purple light flew out from the temple gate, striking Lian Hou. Her protective sacred qi became more fragile than paper, instantly pierced through.
"Pfft."
Lian Hou’s abdomen was penetrated by the purple light, leaving a bowl-sized, transparent hole.
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(Today was excruciatingly painful to write. My state was terrible, my head was foggy, and my whole body ached and felt weak. I had to rest for an hour before writing a short section. Writing a chapter felt like a pilgrimage to the Western Paradise—it seemed endless. But at least I managed to update this chapter!)
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