1008 Tide of Dead Spirits (1/2)
Rumble!Rumble!
The grey-robed dead spirit was sent flying and crashed straight into the mountains. Huge boulders rolled down, felling mountains and splitting the earth.
Mo Wen gripped onto the Heavenly Serpent Divine Spear, moving forward step by step. The terrifying lightning power had dissipated into waves, ceaselessly crushing the mountains and causing them to crumble. Just the force of one person was enough to destroy the mountains.
However, the Spirit Mountains upon the Nine Spirits Road were under the protection of the rules of this world. Even if everything was destroyed, they would take but a few days to recover.
”How could this be! You weren't this strong before.”
The grey-robed dead spirit climbed up from the rubble and looked up at Mo Wen in horror. He had been keeping an eye on this young man before and had concluded that he not of a threat. However, after exchanging blows, he realized the boy was strong beyond reason.
It was rather strange. The grey-robed dead spirit stared firmly at Mo Wen; it could not shake off the thought that something about the young man's aura was not normal.
”Your Primordial Soul isn't strong, so why isn't it affected by the Growl of the Dead Spirits?” The grey-robed dead spirit stared at Mo Wen in confusion. The strongest part about that one blow it dealt earlier was the Growl of the Dead Spirits. Those who were not strong of heart, or whose Primordial Souls were not strong enough, would fall prey to the terrifying environment it had created. However, this young man had not been the least bit affected by it. He had been sober in a split second and blocked its sickle.
Mo Wen's Primordial Soul cultivation was enough to rival that of a Tide Changing preliminary stage practitioner, but it was indeed not strong enough to go against the grey-robed dead spirit. This was because the dead sprit was ultimately a soul body most suited to attack a person's Primordial Soul and mind. Even the practitioners who had great attainment in the Tide Changing Realm would be affected by his Growl of the Dead Spirits.
”Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?” Mo Wen retorted.
The Multicolor Queen did not just give him cultivation when she merged into his body, but soul strength as well. In all ways, whether it was cultivation or Primordial Soul, or even his body, he was now exceptionally strong and almost flawless.
”You're courting death.” The grey-robed dead spirit had not expected this human to hold it in such little regard. If not for the fact that he was oppressed by the rules of this world and was limited to only expressing a mere fraction of its strength, he would have been able to crush this arrogant human with a mere finger.
”Glory of Thunder, Fury of Thunder.””Glory of Wind, Fury of Wind.”
”Glory of Cloud, Illusion of Cloud.”
After integrating the Heart of Multicolor, Mo Wen's enlightenment had exploded. He actually comprehended the esoteric rules for wind and cloud. He also comprehended the fourth stage of the Glory of Wind, the Fury of Wind Strike, and the fourth stage of the Glory of Cloud, the Illusion of Cloud Strike.
He had finally fully cultivated the three Glory techniques.
Boom, boom, boom!
The grey-robed dead spirit was formidable, much like a human practitioner at the Tide Changing later stage, yet it was almost as if it was completely oppressed by Mo Wen in this current moment. Its body took blow after blow from Mo Wen and it became increasingly weak. It seemed like it would be destroyed at any moment.
”To think that there is a person capable of clearing the Ninth Spirit Mountain.”
The grey-robed dead spirit clutched on to the blood-colored sickle, looking towards Mo Wen helplessly. It knew that this human youth was no ordinary adversary.
It had once been a famous master of dead spirits in ancient times, but then it committed one too many crimes and was captured by a powerful person from the Creation Sect and forced to guard the Ninth Spirit Mountain. Throughout history, there had never been anyone who had made it past the spirit. The Ninth Spirit Mountain had always existed as a chasm.
To think someone had finally achieved what no one else in the ancient time could have done.
It was just a shame that its memory had been sealed. There was no way a mere human would have been able to defeat him otherwise.
In ancient times, the master of dead spirits had a cultivation at the Path Integration Realm. When its memory had been sealed it had lost all knowledge about the Heavenly Path. Otherwise, with the capabilities of the Path Integration Realm, he would have been able to kill this human easily even if his cultivation was a whole realm beneath the human's.
Indeed, if his memories had not been sealed, it would definitely have been able to recognize that Mo Wen possessed the power of the Heart of Multicolor.
”You win, human. You're the first one in the whole of history to make it past me.”
The grey-robed dead spirit lowered its sickle slowly. Its body would definitely be destroyed if it carried on sparring like this. Although this was of no consequence to him since could condense a body any time he wished, there was no point in its prolonged resistance.
”Mo Wen, please treat Multicolor well once you leave this place. She will become the most trustworthy partner in your life. Besides, she's the first practitioner in the ancient land to leave this place. Now that she's free from her shackles, what she achieves in the days to come will definitely be out of the ordinary.”
From a distance, the Ink Scaled King and the Jade Xiu King had smiles on their faces as they wished the pair well. From what the grey-robed dead spirit had said, they knew that Multicolor's Queen had most likely failed when she made it to the ninth round. To be honest, they had anticipated this outcome even before the dead spirit had spoken. After all, the gatekeeping dead spirit was simply too strong, and the Heart of Multicolor was not something possessed by just anyone. One could even say that Multicolor was the first living creature of the ancient land to escape from the place.
The three Great Kings of the ancient land had extraordinary bloodlines and heritage, and it was because of this that they led long and endless lives. If they did not die prematurely, living for up to hundreds of thousands of years was not an issue. The average human practitioner at the Tide Changing Realm could live up to two thousand years. The Multicolor Queen had lived for several hundreds of thousands of years. Once she broke away and was no longer restricted by the rules of the world, she would soar.
Although the Jade Xiu King and the Ink Scaled King would not be able to make it past this stage, seeing Multicolor make it out of this place was enough for them, and they could die with no regrets. At least they had tried their best, and at least one of theirs had won.
Mo Wen, on the other hand, shook his head. He said calmly, ”Ink Scaled King and Jade Xiu King, you come along too.”