Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 622 Suppressing the Mummified Corpse at Zizhu Jingxin Residence! (Supplemented, a little late!)

A pillar of lightning pierced the sky, and purple lightning raged.

The terrifying voltage imprisoned the space, freezing people's bodies and preventing them from moving. The escaping arcs of electricity exploded upon contact, leaving jagged craters in the ground.

This earth-shattering scene not only turned Cao An and Gu Yu pale, but even the three experts, including Tian Jingxu, felt despair and could no longer muster the will to resist.

Cao An murmured absentmindedly, "Is this really still the Dragon Court Realm?"

Lu Beiyou's expression turned grim; it seemed that Lord Zishan had reached another level of mastery.

[The Myriad Manifestations Divine Path holds a profound realm beyond the Dragon Court Realm's perfection.]

[Scorpion, too, has gathered the remaining ten puppets around him.]

The purple lightning, like a waterfall, was so vast that it enveloped the entire staircase.

The lightning flashed brightly, and the faces of the disciples behind Tianjing Xu were filled with terror and despair.

Looking back, Cao An saw that the path he had come from was already blocked, and his retreat was impossible; it was clearly a dead end!

Gu Yu hardened his heart and was about to rush down the steps; staying trapped meant certain death.

[Gu Yu cannot die here. He is second only to Senior Brother Wuji in the Dao Ling Sect, and is a future great figure of the righteous path.]

How could I possibly die here without knowing why?!

A deafening thunderclap struck!

Its light was as intense as the blazing sun; everyone felt their hair stand on end, and the oppressive power of heaven and earth made it hard to breathe.

[Lightning strikes.]

Gu Yu's face contorted with madness, screaming, "No! No!"

At this critical juncture—

The sky full of purple lightning was dispersed by an overwhelming and irresistible aura.

A mysterious and profound Daoist aura emanated from it, initially resembling a return to simplicity and purity, like the elixir of immortality. Upon closer examination, however, it seemed ambiguous and held a unique and profound mystery.

But in just a few breaths—

Your aura suddenly surged, and the peach wood sword shot straight up into the churning sea of ​​clouds.

As you manipulated your hand gestures, golden lightning intertwined to form a giant dragon, its scales shimmering, roaming the heavens and earth.

Two points of black and white spiritual light emerged from the void, swiftly transforming into two majestic Dharma forms. The two streams of energy, capable of both devouring and repelling all things, circulated ceaselessly.

[Zishan Jun's pupils dilated in shock as he stared in disbelief at the scene before him.]

He clearly remembered that just moments before, there wasn't a trace of the Myriad Manifestations Divine Path on the young man.

The purple lightning and golden Daoist energy collided violently, unleashing a deafening roar that swept everything away!

The light vanished, the two forces canceled each other out, leaving only scattered arcs of electricity leaping along the edge of the giant crater.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the center of the explosion, both hoping Zhou Jing would win and fearing to see Zi Shan Jun emerge from the smoke and dust.

[Zhuang Xiuyin's beautiful eyes were filled with deep worry. The outcome of this battle was uncertain, and no one could predict its result.]

[However, Lu Beiyou keenly noticed that the Langya Spirit Insect, which had been imprisoned by Zishan Jun's lightning, was actually freed from its restraints in the aftershocks of the battle. Its body crackled with electricity, and the black-bodied, human-faced insect suddenly flapped its wings and flew straight into the Jingxin Hall!]

Seeing this, Lu Beiyou felt a sudden panic, but his body was already severely injured. He could only manage to take a dozen or so steps forward before becoming powerless.

Most importantly, there was already some movement coming from the explosion, so she no longer cared about the Langya spirit insect.

[Lu Beiyou's face showed worry. Zhou Jing... I hope nothing bad has happened to him.]

Tian Jingxu frowned, for amidst the swirling dust of the giant crater, a tall, black-haired figure, crackling with purple lightning, swayed and slowly rose to his feet. [That's Lord Zishan!?]

Zhou Jing lost!

Zhuang Xiuyin hurriedly searched through the dust and smoke, but Zhou Jing was nowhere to be found.

Her heart tightened as she considered the worst-case scenario: could he have... died?

However, unexpectedly, Zishanjun tried several times to steady himself, but still swayed from side to side, staggered a few steps, and finally knelt on one knee, panting heavily and unable to continue.

As the smoke and dust cleared, his battered and bruised figure was revealed—his once fair and jade-like skin was now covered in charred cracks, and there wasn't a single spot on his body that was unharmed.

Two streams of bloody tears flowed from his eyes, and lightning crackled around him as he painstakingly repaired his mangled body.

Those bloodshot eyes were fixed intently on another spot on the sidelines.

Following their gaze, everyone saw a young man in green robes standing silently, a ball of five-colored light in his hand, firmly imprisoning the Langya spirit insect that was about to take flight.

Lu Beiyou breathed a sigh of relief; the Langya spirit insect hadn't escaped.

Zhuang Xiuyin looked at the young man, still upright and honest in his blue robe, after the fierce battle, and a ripple of emotion stirred in his eyes.

Cao An and the others were both overjoyed and incredulous that Zhou Jing could defeat Zishan Jun, who had cultivated using the elixir of immortality.

The young man turned his back to the Tranquil Heart Palace, looked at Lord Zishan, and calmly said, "Lord Zishan, you have lost!"

In the final moments of your duel with Zishan Jun, you released the eleventh seal within your body, unleashing a torrent of power that he could no longer withstand, ultimately succumbing to defeat.

[But you always kept a sliver of your attention focused on the Langya Ghost Insects imprisoned by Lord Zishan.]

Just as it broke free from the lightning's restraints and was about to take flight, you appeared suddenly, like a shadow.

At this moment, the spirit insect emitted rapid, piercing chirps within the five-colored divine light, yet no matter how it struggled, it could not escape the cage of flowing five-colored light.

[With tears streaming down his face, Zishan Jun stared intently at you, his voice hoarse and strained: "Who... are you?"]

His breathing was unsteady, and he spoke with difficulty: "The world is flourishing, a Daoist has been born, and it is clearly still the Dharma-ending Age when the spiritual tide is about to rise, so how could there be someone like you..."

He suddenly looked up and exclaimed, "Uh—watch out!"

[You held the five-colored ball of light in your hand, just about to speak.]

Suddenly, your expression changed!

[Lu Beiyou noticed unusual activity within the Tranquil Heart Hall, especially when the spirit insects flew towards the hall; in the dim depths, a pair of scarlet eyes seemed to light up.]

Before Lord Zishan could give a warning, in the blink of an eye, a withered corpse appeared silently behind you, so fast that you couldn't react!

[You were completely unaware until you caught a glimpse of the eerie shadow behind you through the sudden contraction of Zishan Jun's pupils.]

Just as that withered hand was about to pierce your heart completely, you vanished from the spot.

At this moment, a tall figure appeared in the arena.

He was clad in a jet-black imperial robe, wore a crown, and had long, jet-black hair, but his body was as withered as an ancient, black-barked tree.

The most chilling thing was the head—all flesh and blood stripped away, leaving only stark white bones, with only a pair of deep, empty eye sockets.

[It was a desiccated corpse that had emerged from the Hall of Tranquility; merely standing there, it exuded a suffocating aura.]

[With its appearance, the Langya spirit insect, which had been imprisoned by the five-colored divine light, suddenly trembled, broke free of its restraints, and slowly fell into the hollow eye sockets of the dried corpse.]

P.S.: I'm a little late.

(End of this chapter)