Chapter 168: Corruption
Chapter 168: Corruption
"Ming Zun... the Motionless Ming King Mantra!"
Ancient Sword Tong's body glowed faintly, and he felt infinite inspiration exploding within his sea of consciousness.
The 'Foreign Art' he had originally created was just a prototype and needed a lot of improvement.
However, at this moment, as he comprehended the Myriad Spirit Catalog, he felt a surge of inspiration.
Not only that!
After understanding the Motionless Ming King Mantra, he felt an incredible power coming from the void, constantly enhancing his spirit, causing his cultivation to soar!
Behind Ancient Sword Tong, his light-transforming ability shone with a pure radiance, tinged with a hint of azure, transforming him into a terrifying deity-demon hybrid.
The veins on his forehead bulged, constantly filling with blood and twisting... faintly forming a Great Sun Seal, and countless thread-like 'flame patterns' spreading out in all directions, like the radiant glow of the sun itself!
"Something's wrong!"
Hearing the faint screams from the surroundings, Ancient Sword Tong immediately realized something was amiss. "This is... corruption by an evil god?"
"When did this happen?"
His consciousness had already been occupied by a crimson Great Sun, and behind him, the azure-colored deity-demon with three heads and six arms cheered and jumped, growing a circle of intestine-like object coiled around its waist, with numerous women's heads at the ends, their black hair entangled together like ropes, emitting wailing cries...
Ancient Sword Tong's sense of self was becoming blurred.
In a daze, his memories flashed by like a galloping horse, and he suddenly recalled a scene.
It was when he had taken on a student council task to capture a psychic con artist!
That elegant and amiable middle-aged man...
The image of the middle-aged man suddenly blurred, and instead, he recalled himself being bound in a pitch-black basement, with black catalogs spread out before his eyes...
Those black catalogs seemed like some kind of evil god's secret manual, imbued with incredible power, merging into his brow...
And Ancient Sword Tong had forgotten all about it, left only with false and ridiculous memories!
"Damn it, damn it all!"
He wanted to gather his martial will to escape this deadly predicament, but compared to the terrifying flames of corruption, his martial will felt like a drop in the ocean, unable to soothe the scorching heat and thirst that engulfed his body...
"Damn it... I haven't even punched a star to death... How could I?"
Ancient Sword Tong's consciousness blurred instantly.
Outside.
In the Baxia space, screams echoed as a student saw the azure-colored three-headed and six-armed deity-demon and couldn't help but kneel, offering a grand salute.
There were also students who tremblingly raised their hands and gouged out their eyes.
At this moment, everyone heard countless whispers that resembled incantations and delirious murmurs.
The incantations overlapped and intertwined, as if countless people were chanting in their ears.
A teacher in charge of supervising the students, who had reached the Vajra Realm, had his eyes turn into two black holes, from which bloody tears flowed.
"A projection of an Outer God?"
He roared, and the qi in his hands condensed into needles as he pierced his own ears.
Pop pop!
His eardrums shattered, and he could no longer hear any sounds.
The corruption caused by the projection of an Outer God was a thousand times worse than that of a follower, to the point where even he found it difficult to bear. He could only avoid looking, listening, and ultimately, thinking about it!
This kind of physical disability could be easily healed by lying in a treatment cabin as long as one survived. It was the best way to avoid the corruption of the evil god.
There were a few other students who studied under this teacher, but most of them were fanatical, kneeling on the ground and bowing their heads.
"A foreign evil god?! Daring to trespass upon Blue Star University?!"
Suddenly, a thunderous roar rang out, and it was none other than Old Man Meng!
His muscles were bulging, and his terrifying blood qi resembled wolf smoke, like a massive furnace.
His life force was incredibly intense, as if he belonged to a different category of beings compared to ordinary warriors.
- A Martial Saint!
The Old Man Meng, who was in charge of guarding the Myriad Spirit Catalog in the Baxia space, turned out to be a Martial Saint!
Martial Saints not only possessed unimaginable blood qi and vitality but also had wills strong enough to achieve sainthood!
Furthermore, they had even given birth to a 'Martial Dharma Form' within their Martial Golden Core!
A point of golden light appeared from Old Man Meng's abdomen and gradually expanded, resembling a golden sun.
Within the golden sun, a golden-armored dharma form suddenly appeared!
Its figure was towering, and every inch of its muscle radiated golden light. Its face vaguely resembled Old Man Meng, but the golden armor it wore was somewhat incomplete.
As a retired person, Old Man Meng was naturally not in his prime state as a Martial Saint. His Martial Dharma Form had suffered severe damage and had not fully recovered yet.
However, at this moment, his golden-armored dharma form reached out with a giant hand and grabbed the three-headed and six-armed azure deity-demon.
"Ancient brat... wake up."
Golden needles appeared on Old Man Meng's hand, and as he slapped down, the needles were about to pierce Ancient Sword Tong's body at various acupoints.
"Great Ming Zun God Fist!"
Ancient Sword Tong, with the blood sun imprint on his forehead, howled as he drove his light-transforming ability to its peak. Suddenly, he threw a punch, and the shadow of his fist split into seven, each glowing with scorching light that instantly melted the golden needles.
Old Man Meng frowned. He was confident that he could suppress Ancient Sword Tong in this state, given a little more time!
In just a few more seconds, Vice Principal Nie Ying and other powerful experts would arrive as well!
With this leeway, he relaxed his guard a little and even tried to save Ancient Sword Tong's life as much as possible.
But the next moment!
A fist wrapped in endless radiance punched through his protective true qi, shattered his Vajra body, and crushed his tempered flesh and bones... causing his chest to cave in as he flew backward!
"You... you're not Ancient Sword Tong!"
Old Man Meng's chest heaved like a bellows as he pressed down with both hands, causing the golden-armored dharma form to become exceedingly fierce and tainted with a bloodthirsty aura. He was about to slap Ancient Sword Tong into a meat patty.
'Ancient Sword Tong' raised a fist, and a large golden fist imprint appeared, actually blocking this Martial Saint's palm strike.
A middle-aged man's voice came from his mouth: "Ever since my previous few failures, I've decided to eliminate all possibilities of failure... You don't need to wait for Nie Ying anymore. This time, with everyone's tacit understanding, the School of Doors, the Moon Worshipping Cult, the Blood-Descending School... all organizations are working together. Even if the Resistance loses, we still have unimaginable power at our disposal!"
As the leader of the School of Doors spoke, the three-headed and six-armed azure deity-demon swelled in size, enveloping the golden-armored dharma form.
Piece by piece, the golden armor fell off the dharma form, turning into golden specks of light that scattered... It seemed that in just a moment, it would turn into a skeleton!
A dazzling light flashed in Old Man Meng's eyes as he extended his left hand and pointed towards the Myriad Spirit Catalog on the Baxia stele!
His will was like a sharp knife, and with this single point, he seemed to strike a certain acupoint in the void.
The three-headed and six-armed azure deity-demon behind 'Ancient Sword Tong' howled as one of its arms fell off.
"As expected of a Martial Saint, your response is swift!"
'Ancient Sword Tong' opened his mouth, but the words that came out were like countless incantations, trying to bore into Old Man Meng's sea of consciousness.
This was also a form of pollution and attack!
"Although a part of my consciousness dominates this body, I can only possess a powerful martial consciousness... His true body is still an Outer God, hard to match against a Martial Saint!"
"Hence, I beseech my lord to open a door... I have been stealing power from the 'Myriad Spirit Catalog' since earlier! That is the might of the God-Child!"
"The supreme consciousness combined with supreme power... will utterly destroy this place, including you!"
...
Old Man Meng had also apparently seen through the ruse and was using his finger like a knife to sever the invisible connection in the void and close the 'door'!
He was feeling a little uneasy at this moment.
It had been so long since the anomaly occurred, yet no reinforcements had arrived from within the school!
This seemed to indirectly validate the claims of the leader of the School of Doors.
"No! You're deceiving me!"
Old Man Meng's hair stood on end, resembling a white-maned lion: "You've been whispering in my ear... making me think that the key lies in the Myriad Spirit Catalog... You want me to destroy this place voluntarily, thinking that you can destroy the source of your power. That may be true, but it will also fulfill your other plan! That's your true intention!"
"As expected... it's hard to deceive a Martial Saint!"
'Ancient Sword Tong' sighed: "I hate you guys the most, those with wills that have reached Sainthood... Outside, make your move! This is to save your 'God'!"
Rumble!
The entire space suddenly trembled as the void split open, revealing a hint of cold moonlight pouring in...
...
"It's begun..."
In the dormitory, Fang Xing, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes.
Outside the window, the clear skies that had been cloudless a moment ago were now shrouded in darkness.
A full moon rose slowly, casting its cold light.
He tried to make a phone call or log into the virtual network, only to discover that he was disconnected!
"What lousy technology..."
Fang Xing cursed, but he was deep in thought: 'The Omnibrain has been breached? This might be a good opportunity... No traces will be left behind no matter what I do...'
'The only force that can utilize the power of the moon to such an extent is probably the Moon Worshipping Cult?'
As he stepped out of the dormitory, he saw cracks forming in the void above Blue Star University.
Then, figures clad in peculiar cult uniforms emerged.
They seemed to be carrying white 'lanterns'.
But as they drew closer, it became apparent that those were not lanterns at all, but 'Eyes of the Moon'!
'Is this... an attack from the Hyperspace? The Secret Realm descending?'
'How is it that the moment I go on leave for two days, the defenders of the Hyperspace are wiped out?'
Fang Xing muttered to himself as he witnessed this scene.
He had no idea that the Hyperspace defenses were currently in a state of emergency.
If not for the 'Omnibrain' malfunctioning, the immediate recall order for the new recruits would have already been delivered.
'In modern warfare, being cut off from communications is never a good sign... Does this mean we're at a disadvantage? How is that possible?'
What Fang Xing didn't know was that at this very moment, the Federation was ablaze with conflict, especially on Blue Star, which was the most severe! Various evil god cults had joined forces for the first time, bringing out all their accumulated resources.
Even the major fortresses in the main universe were under assault by forces from different universes!
(End of Chapter)
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