Chapter 80: The Secret Realm
Chapter 80: The Secret Realm
Gazing at the lifelike Scarlet Wax Effigy, Lv Yang's curiosity deepened. In his previous life, he had spent a full decade studying the souls of Foundation Building practitioners. This expertise allowed him to perceive the truth now.
"Which venerable ancestor stands before me?" Lv Yang asked, bowing respectfully toward the statue. To his eyes, the red wax figure concealed a sliver of a Foundation Building soul.
The statue remained silent, its voice booming instead: "Defy my sect's authority, and death won't suffice to atone!"
Without warning, the statue vanished in a flash, closing the distance between them in a single step. Its fist, clenched with terrifying force, hurtled toward Lv Yang.
Unflinching, Lv Yang met the attack head-on with a punch of his own.
The Black Robe Daoist grinned. This ancestral statue was no ordinary artifact—it was a sacred treasure granted only to high-ranking Tingyou Sect members. Worn on the body, it slowed the consumption of one's soul by Soulbound Wraiths. When activated, it could manifest the ancestor's True Spirit to crush enemies. The wax body possessed mountain-shattering power, capable of reducing flesh to pulp.
To his shock, when the fists collided, a thunderous explosion erupted. Lv Yang's form disintegrated into swirling white mist, reforming meters away.
"What sorcery is this!?" the Black Robe Daoist stammered, his confidence shaken.
Meanwhile, Lv Yang studied the statue with admiration. "A formidable effigy indeed." He suspected the Tingyou Sect was a remnant of the Wugui Sect's Foundation Building reincarnation. "Even a dying centipede retains its venom. Though this sect's legacy likely failed eventually, it remains a formidable force."
The statue attacked again. Lv Yang countered, only to be driven back once more, his form dissolving to reconstitute elsewhere.
"No match", he admitted. His Primordial Qi Avatar specialized in martial cultivation, but its physical form couldn't rival the statue's. "But if you can summon allies, so can I."
Snapping his fingers, a rift tore open behind his head. Golden light surged forth, coalescing into a mountainous hand that descended from the heavens.
Outside the Secret Realm, Lv Yang's true form intervened. The golden hand gripped a blood-cloaked array formation, which erupted into a storm of crimson rain. Each droplet became a razor-sharp sword beam, lashing the statue.
"Presumptuous brat!" the statue roared as spectral wails erupted around it. The Foundation Building soul regained clarity: "A mere Seventh-Rank Array Art cannot bind me. Identify yourself—aid me, and I shall reward you. Seek me at the Tingyou Sect's headquarters."
"You misunderstand", Lv Yang's true form replied coldly. "This array isn't to harm you—it's to prevent escape."
The golden hand clenched, obliterating the statue like an eraser wiping text. In its palm remained only a faint glow—the Xuan Ming Fu Jun She You Wei technique's residual power.
Lv Yang severed his own arm, its golden core sword qi trapped within the Secret Realm. He'd regenerate it later.
Examining the fragment, he sighed. "Only one percent remains. This mass-produced statue couldn't hold stronger power."
The Black Robe Daoist screamed, his eyes blood-red. "You dare destroy our ancestral effigy!?"
Lv Yang arched a brow. "So that was the Yanluo Patriarch. Foundation Building cultivators truly cling to existence, reincarnating endlessly for millennia?"
Ignoring the outburst, Lv Yang retrieved the Xuan Ming Fu Jun She You Wei. The Tingyou Sect's deep roots in the Secret Realm meant its followers revered the statue as sacred. Its destruction shattered the Daoist's faith.
"You'll pay for this!" the Daoist lunged, his rage blinding him.
Lv Yang's sleeve swept out, a hand of Primordial True Qi smashing the Daoist into dust. Yet he lingered, watching as the Black-Robed Ghost reformed—a Namehunter Wraith resurrected from the earth's yin energy.
"Exactly as I suspected", Lv Yang mused. "The Wugui Sect survives through this endless cycle." The Secret Realm's yin energy, bound to Skull Mountain's ley lines, perpetually regenerated Soulbound Wraiths. Destroying them required uprooting the entire realm—a karmic catastrophe no Golden Core cultivator would risk before reincarnation.
"But I have no such qualms", he said, capturing the Wraith in the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner. "Let my karma suffer. This life's struggles make the next stronger."
(End of Chapter)
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