1009 Convergence of the Nine Talismans (1/2)
The Tide of Dead Spirits could take away a practitioner's spirit. It was a rather terrifying remarkable power.
Mo Wen's Divine Sword of the Primordial Soul was not too bad either. This was one of the three biggest divine techniques in the Divine Soul Trillion Layers, and he had once absorbed the power of the Sea of Spiritual Flowers. This meant that his Primordial Soul and deified soul were covered with a layer of the sea of spiritual light. Although the Tide of Dead Spirit was powerful, Mo Wen had merged with the power of the Multicolor Queen's deified soul. The cultivation of the deified soul was on a par with that of a practitioner at the later stage of the Tide Changing Realm. It was virtually impossible to fatally injure Mo Wen.
But even if Mo Wen could handle this, it did not mean the Jade Xiu King and the Ink Scaled King could withstand these blows too. Perhaps the cultivation of their Primordial Souls was above him, and their deified souls were not something he could compete with. Hundreds and thousands of years of accumulation would mean that the overall strength of their deified power should be stronger than Mo Wen's. If Mo Wen had not merged the Multicolor Queen's deified knowledge with his own, the cultivation of his Primordial Soul would be a far cry from theirs.
However, they dd not cultivate the Divine Soul Trillion Layers, and they did not have the protection of the sea of spiritual light either. Not even a practitioner with the great attainment of the Tide Changing Realm would be able to hold his own in the face of such a terrifying Tide of Dead Spirits, so it was likely that both of their Primordial Souls would slowly weaken as the next few waves hit. Eventually, they would perish completely.
This meant that Mo Wen could not afford to be entangled with the dead spirit guarding the mountain. He had to strike it down in as little time as possible, or, even if he managed to win in the end, the Jade Xiu King and the Ink Scaled King might die on the Ninth Spirit Mountain.
”Unbelievable!”
A shapeless flame flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. That flame had no shape or color, yet it seemed like it was capable of warping time and space to allow for someone to catch on to its existence immediately.
Spiritless Clean Fire! This was Spiritless Clean Fire of the Heavenly Fire level.
With Mo Wen's current cultivation, he could finally forcefully grasp the power of a bit of the Spiritless Clean Fire without fear of his body collapsing under the strain of the rejection.
When the shapeless flame appeared, it spread out in all four directions. Everywhere the fire touched, the dead spirits turned to nothing. In a split second, the Spiritless Clean Fire spread to every nook and cranny of the Ninth Spirit Mountain, enveloping its perimeter and causing the Tide of Dead Spirits to evaporate.
His master from ancient times had no choice but to retreat upon sight of Heavenly Fire. He was fearful of coming into contact with the fire, even though his cultivation had been at the pinnacle. Things were no better for the spirit.
Heavenly Fire was the most terrifying of flames in the Heaven and Earth. Even though his cultivation was low, this human practitioner was capable of wielding such a terrifying Heavenly Fire.
It was unbelievable. The dead spirit guarding the mountain felt as if it were dreaming. It would never have imagined that Heavenly Fire would appear on such an insignificant-looking person.
”Heavenly Fire Shapeshifting.”
Mo Wen had little to no regard for the dead spirit's fear and shock. He extended an arm, and the shapeless flames immediately condensed before morphing into a looming and transparent fire phoenix.
It let out a shrill cry that pierced the Nine Heavens. The illusory fire phoenix spread its wings and swept through the air in a graceful arc, charging right at the dead spirit.
Flame Phoenix Wave!
Mo Wen had long since practiced this remarkable power. It was a rather ordinary rite of passage level remarkable power, but Mo Wen now possessed the power of the Spiritless Clean Fire. This meant the Flame Phoenix Waves were genuinely terrifying.
”Phoenix Wonder!”
The dead spirit guarding the mountain screamed once again. Only practitioners who had a deep understanding of phoenixes could pull off such an attack. The Flame Phoenix Wave might only be an ordinary rite of passage level remarkable power, but successfully cultivating it was not at all easy. Mo Wen was only able to be enlightened with the wonders of the Phoenix Wave this easily because he possessed the Flame Phoenix's tail feather.
The phoenix danced about in the air, and the skies seemed to be aflame. The dead spirit guarding the mountain stood there transfixed, staring up at the magnificent illusory phoenix in a daze. It stood rooted to the spot because it knew that this was a blow it could not evade.
The illusory phoenix swept by and then let out a long cry that shook the heavens. After a few beats, it finally started to dissipate little by little.
The dead spirit guarding the mountain turned to ashes under the strength of the phoenix's power.
Pft!
Mo Wen clutched his chest with one hand as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The power of the Heavenly Fire was simply too overwhelming, and he had used that as the foundation of an attack using a remarkable power like the Flame Phoenix Wave. That made the backlash much more terrifying.
Some things were still too much for him to bear, even in his current state. Had it not been for the Multicolor Queen's protection, he would probably have been turned to ash.
Rays and rays of rainbow light seeped out from his chest, and Mo Wen instantly felt his wounds healing considerably. After half a beat, Mo Wen finally exhaled slowly instead of passing out and dying. The divine light coming from his chest had dimmed a little as if it were listless and ill.
He knew that the Multicolor Queen had transferred some of his wounds to her. When the two of them merged, they were destined to live and die together, share their blessings and their misfortunes as well as their pain.
”Did we win?”
The Ink Scaled King blinked and looked at the Ninth Spirit Mountain that was now empty. They had been on the verge of death a moment ago. How did they win? He had thought that he would not manage to escape and would end up dying here.