Twilight's Threshold Chapter 717: One Hundred and Eight Golden Armored Warriors Emerge from Old Yin Mountain - Novel Cool

Chapter 717: One Hundred and Eight Golden Armored Warriors Emerge from Old Yin Mountain

Chapter 717: One Hundred and Eight Golden Armored Warriors Emerge from Old Yin Mountain

"The celestial phenomena are in chaos, and the battle has begun."

Although they might not possess the insight of their elders to discern the state of the world, their own intelligence allowed them to guess the extent of the chaos outside.

Zhao San Yi, Chen A Bao, Zhou Tingxiao Zhou Ying, and the madman from the Robber Disaster Sect all felt the pressure mounting. They were anxious, even worried, as they looked at Hu Ma, unsure of how to convince him.

After all, they had a connection, so it was not easy to speak casually. It was the madman from the Robber Disaster Sect who, in his nonchalant manner, spoke without restraint, addressing Hu Ma, "When the battle turns bloody, it loses its meaning. Moreover, even the act of warding off disasters has become uninteresting."

"The outcome of the conflict between the Temple Deity and the Calamity Ghost is not in your hands."

"Why don't you invite the young master of the Hu family to come out, and let us talk to him directly?"

"..."

"If not in our hands, then whose hands?"

Hu Ma didn't pay attention to their gazes but calmly rose to set up the ritual altar. He placed a talisman here and a brazier there.

He was arranging the altar with an unprecedented seriousness, a level of dedication he rarely showed since the situation had escalated. However, to others, he seemed less skilled in his actions.

After all, it was reasonable for a Year Guard from the Ghost Walker Sect to set up an altar, and it was also reasonable for his movements to appear unpracticed.

"It's in the hands of those old masters, brother..."

The madman from the Robber Disaster Sect spoke, "They can easily make these Water Spirits return to their ponds, or they can simply stand by and watch as the Hu family allows the Meng family to eradicate their last remaining bloodline."

"This was supposed to be a battle on the arena, but now others are making the decisions..."

"..."

"It's utterly boring!"

"..."

As he spoke, he looked towards the cliff where two eagles were fighting a group of pythons, already gaining the upper hand, but it had become uninteresting to watch.

Only as a bystander would one be curious about who would win or lose; when one could help a side win with a simple gesture, the fun was gone.

Even Zhao San Yi said, "The Ghost Walker Sect has been weak for twenty years. I know that recently, they gathered a hundred ghosts to return to the altar, greatly increasing their spiritual power. But they are just villagers, not even considered part of the jianghu. In contrast, the Spirit Foe Sect is full of talented individuals!"

"The Hu family has already made the Meng family pay a heavy price in this conflict. Look at the end..."

"Should we really go and persuade them, leaving the Meng family a breath of life?"

"..."

Hu Ma stood in the center of the altar, looked at him, and smiled, "Technically, I shouldn't be the one saying this."

"But since you asked, I'll answer on behalf of the young master of the Hu family:"

"No!"

"..."

"No? You!"

Zhao San Yi was taken aback by this unexpectedly straightforward response. He wanted to say more, but Hu Ma, standing in the center of the altar, suddenly stomped his foot. In an instant, the brazier in front of him erupted with flames.

The next moment, the twenty-four flags behind him flew up and landed in the altar, and the altar was quickly set up. The spiritual power surged, causing Zhao San Yi and the others to hastily take a step back.

Their eyes stung by the smoke from the candles, they couldn't see clearly, but Hu Ma had already spoken softly.

At the same time, outside Old Yin Mountain, thirty-six enormous white lanterns turned day into night. The Meng family's Disaster Deliverers outside the mountain took this opportunity to close in step by step.

Facing the thirty-six Water Spirits sealed by the Duke Yi Imperial Clan and enjoying the incense flames for decades, even centuries, the newly born Water Spirits within Old Yin Mountain lacked the spiritual power to resist.

For them, it was like being attacked from both front and back.

The Mountain Lord of Old Yin Mountain, facing the approaching shadows from outside the mountain, also felt the oppressive pressure and sighed inwardly. He then borrowed the incense flames from the mountain to welcome them.

But after taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

He noticed that in the sky at the edge of Old Yin Mountain, where the air had been darkened by the Water Spirits, a strong wind had suddenly picked up. Thunder rumbled, and dark thunderclouds surged, accompanied by a voice:

"Order from the Evil Suppression Bureau: Dusk is the boundary, day and night are distinct. Righteous Gods return to their posts, and Dark Gods yield the path!"

"..."

The next moment, the thirty-six enormous white lanterns, which had been following the Water Spirits, reached the boundary of Old Yin Mountain. Just as the Water Spirits were about to step into the Shadow God Temple, they suddenly stopped, their silence broken only by the raising of their heads to look at the golden light before them.

The light came from the direction of Old Yin Mountain, deep within the netherworld. Heavy footsteps echoed, and two golden armored warriors, holding spears, approached with an imposing presence.

The dazzling golden armor seemed to tear through the ghostly flames and the darkness they brought, causing the Water Spirits to halt in their tracks.

Immediately, two more warriors appeared, each holding a chain.

Behind them, two more golden armored warriors rose, followed by another, and another, each exuding an extraordinary aura of malevolence and intimidation.

One hundred and eight golden armored warriors emerged from the bureau! Since the establishment of the Evil Suppression Bureau one hundred and seventy years ago, there had never been a moment when all one hundred and eight golden armored warriors were needed to act simultaneously.

But now, in this moment without any signs, they appeared in the human realm.

In his hands, the sword pointed directly at the Governor who had appeared in the daylight before him. The raging wind swirled, and an invisible voice roared, "You dark deities, appearing in broad daylight is already a capital offense. Now, you dare to offend the righteous gods and should be stripped of your altar and destroyed!"

"What?"

This scene not only frightened those who were watching Old Yin Mountain but even startled the Governor within the mountain.

He tried to block, but never expected that just as he was about to fight for his life a second time, he suddenly saw the rolling golden light and the rows upon rows of golden armored warriors appearing together.

That young man actually dared to bring out even these things?

These were the materials for forging the golden bodies of his old associates, but now, with the birth of the new deity and the enjoyment of incense offerings, they were being protected by these warriors?

Feeling a sense of emotion, his gaze also fell on the golden armored warriors, with a slight intention to move, but ultimately, he had to consider the young man's face...

...

"Your grandpa is sitting right here on the altar. Where did this wild ghost come from, daring to cause trouble in my territory?"

Similarly, in the mountains and villages, when the Ghost Walker on the altar saw a demonic force coming to create chaos, he also became furious. The Ghost Walkers had good tempers, but they had their limits. The biggest taboo was not to cause trouble during the altar's establishment, yet this malevolent spirit came to provoke them at this time, which was a blatant disrespect.

The old Ghost Walker on the altar became enraged, grabbed a few eggs used for offerings, and while chanting a curse, he made gestures in the air. Then, he threw an egg, smashing the malevolent spirit out of its physical form.

Immediately after, a grass rope emerged from his sleeve, and with the chanting, it quickly left the altar. The end of the rope formed a loop, seemingly binding something.

This was one of the four great incantations of the Evil Suppression Hu Family, passed down by the Ghost Walker Auntie. This old Ghost Walker was of advanced age and learned things slowly, but he was skilled enough to catch this malevolent spirit.

"Burn the oil!"

He tied up the object causing trouble with the grass rope and shouted, "I'll blow it up for a snack!"

Similar scenes occurred in many places.

Originally, the abilities of the Ghost Walkers and the Spirit Foe disciples differed greatly. The Hu Family's decline over twenty years had already made it rare for Ghost Walkers to cross bridges, let alone enter the mansions. In theory, they almost completely lacked the ability to fight against the Spirit Foe disciples. But now, things were different.

With the Hundred Devils returning to the altar, the abilities of Ghost Walkers in various places greatly increased. Those who could summon one of the Hundred Devils could fight against the Spirit Foes.

And for those who couldn't summon the Hundred Devils, they could still borrow spiritual power and fight with a back and forth.

Hu Ma, with the help of the Ghost Walker Auntie, passed down the four great incantations of the Hu Family, further empowering these Ghost Walkers. Even those with lower abilities now had the confidence to fight against malevolent spirits.

These changes had only occurred over a few months, and the Spirit Foe disciples were unaware of them beforehand, only to suddenly suffer a setback.

As for the Spirit Foe disciples and evil ghosts who had intruded upon the Blessing Assembly, the situation was more complex. The Non-Eating Bull disciples, who were determined to rebel, had managed to organize a relatively peaceful Blessing Assembly that didn't provoke anyone. Yet, so many troublemakers had shown up?

The head of the assembly poked his head out from behind the curtain and asked in confusion, "Who wants the maiden and child? Who wants to receive my incense offerings?"

At this moment, the evil ghosts causing chaos on the incense table froze, and so did the Blood Feast Gang followers who had accompanied the evil ghosts. After a while, they suddenly knelt down in unison, saying, "Lord of the Alliance..."

"Why are you here?"

"..."

In terms of reputation in the martial world, the Meng Family naturally had some, but so did the Non-Eating Bull disciples. However, it just so happened that most of the large Blessing Assemblies that the Spirit Foe Sect came to trouble were intercepted by the Non-Eating Bull disciples.

"The strength of the Twelve Tribes of Disaster shouldn't be so light and feeble..."

At the same time, within the forest's altar, Hu Ma was gritting his teeth and thinking, "With the golden armored warriors, the Hundred Devils returning to the altar, and the Non-Eating Bull disciples, we should be able to hold out until evening, right?"

"If we can hold out until evening, the Meng Family will surely be sealed off!"

But just as his mind was completely tense and he had made up his mind, he heard voices from outside the forest. As he was thinking about how to make his ritual altar more exquisite, he suddenly felt relieved and looked forward with a hint of anticipation.

Inside the forest, a black mist had risen at some point, indicating that someone had borrowed the dark path and was about to manifest.

Deep within the mist, footsteps gradually sounded, and then a woman dressed entirely in white, like a mourner's attire, appeared, leading seven or eight dark shadows, slowly emerging from the mist.

"Who is the Ghost Walker's Great Executioner?"

Her eyebrows and eyes were faint, her face was deathly pale, but her eyes were deep and cold like lightning. Seeing her arrival, even the nearby Zhao San Yi and others had their faces slightly change, on guard.

Hu Ma naturally knew who she was but didn't rush to question her. Instead, he turned to Zhou Tingxiao, the Fourth Miss Zhou, and asked, "Among the Ten Surnames, how does the Great Executioner of your Zhou Family, Old Master Tie Jun, rank?"

Zhou Tingxiao never expected him to ask this and fell silent for a moment before replying softly, "Third."

"Then your Zhou Family's executioners aren't very capable..."

Hu Ma nodded and calmly looked at the woman, saying, "I am the Ghost Walker's Great Executioner, and I also know why you're here."

"Our young master is missing!"

"What you're saying is impossible!"

"Get out!"

(End of Chapter)

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