Donghuang Ziji

Chapter 522 The Last Shelter
"So, have you completed the rituals you prepared? Let me see if what you have learned from here can surpass that of me, the original owner!"

The Great Shaman Qinghuang looked at Chu Tai, and the black air transformed from death and decay began to roll and spread, trying to pull Chu Tai in.

In the direction where the black air spread, everything became corrupted, and the void's vital energy was filled with countless tiny impurities, which were as disgusting as spoiled and turbid soup.

At the same time, the remaining spirits of countless creatures in the hands of the great witch priest turned into creepy worms, wriggling and wandering in the void, and stretching little by little, turning into strange-shaped monsters with long bird heads and wings.

These monsters' tiny snakes and worms frantically devoured and plundered all the energy and influence they could absorb, improving themselves and providing for the great witch priest, while also constantly excreting and spreading all kinds of filthy toxins.

"I wonder what kind of expression Saint King Jing would have when he sees you like this."

Chu Tai did not resist immediately. He knew very well that he was just a distraction. All his current abilities were based on the characteristics of the Dharma of [One]. Only by constantly improving the connection between himself and his distraction could he unleash greater magical powers.

The Great Shaman Qinghuang also saw this. Although he was not clear about Chu Tai's specific situation, he could see clearly that Chu Tai's real body was not here, but he was constantly connecting himself with the clone here through some unknown method.

Therefore, the High Priest would allow Chu Tai to make preparations in order to catch them all in one fell swoop.

One of the two sides is a remnant soul of the ancient times, who lives on blood, has extensive knowledge, strange magical powers, and wants to take over a physical body and return to the human world.

One is the split spirit that comes and merges into one, controlling life and death, interfering with illness and aging, and dividing yin and yang on behalf of Heaven.

Both sides have flaws, but both have their own strengths, and both believe they are better than the other.

And now, Chu Tai clearly had a certain advantage, and the Qinghuang Great Shaman Priest was unable to refute his questions.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty will understand me..."

Roars came from the wreckage, and countless twisted monsters began to rush outward frantically, releasing more thick black mud, with many flashes of green and yellow light in it, like a pool of constantly rotting mud, producing many spores, and now trying to swallow and bury more lives.

Chu Tai's footsteps changed, and the power of "birth, old age, sickness and death" around him circulated repeatedly, turning into circles of various sizes. All the monsters and mud that fell into them turned into spiritual light and disappeared in the cycle, returning to their normal trajectory.

He kept muttering to himself.

"As expected, you are now completely unable to control your own spirituality and emotions. Perhaps you should not be called the Great Qinghuang Priest at all. After all, how can there be a Great Priest as filthy as you?"

The shadow of the ancient golden bell appeared in Chu Tai's palm, and he smiled and said, "I met a being similar to you in the Northern Wilderness some time ago. Although he is also a remnant soul, he at least has a piece of land, controls life and death, and has countless creatures worshiping him, and you..."

Chu Tai did not say anything else, but the Great Shaman Qinghuang had already guessed what he wanted to say. He suppressed his anger and wanted to find an opportunity to break through Chu Tai's defense line.

"It was inevitable that Saint King Jing's era would be replaced. With his cultivation and realm, how could he not see the possibility of his own failure? It can only be said that he has made a choice. If you are unwilling to admit that your monarch has made a choice, can you really still be called a great witch priest?"

Chu Tai's words drove the Qinghuang Great Priest completely crazy.

"I will tear your mouth apart! You are a lowly reptile crawling on the ground, you don't know what..." Chu Tai listened to the many insults from the other party and just replied indifferently.

"You sound so disgusted with insects, snakes and rats, but why do the monsters derived from your power have the characteristics of these creatures? Could it be that you know in your heart that you are no longer worthy of the status of a high witch priest? You know that your existence has tarnished the glory of the Holy King, so you behave like this. If so, then I really underestimated you. You still have some self-knowledge..."

Chu Tai's response made the high witch priest even more angry. A group of hazy dark fog filled with the breath of death emerged, with only the shadow of the divine bird left in it.

The divine bird flapped its wings, releasing a large amount of pitch-black gale that seemed to devour all colors.

Obviously he was affected, and conversely, giving up the filthy power brought by the sacrifice also exposed part of the nature of the Great Shaman Priest to Chu Tai.

'He has lost most of his third-grade characteristics, and only has a fourth-grade status left. At the same time, his own strength should not have reached the fourth grade. Is he a fourth-grade monk with insufficient strength but a high status?'

Chu Tai made up his mind, raised his hand and released chains all over the sky. The power of "birth, old age, sickness and death" that had been previously arranged and stored around him emerged, falling down layer by layer, trapping the great witch priest inside.

"How come there are so many?"

The Qinghuang Great Priest's face suddenly changed. He did not expect that Chu Tai had deployed so many forces around him.

Chu Tai, with a little [Lord of the Clouds] mist surrounding his hands, did not answer. He clasped his hands together, silently chanted the mantra, and lightly tapped. A little light emerged, somewhat similar to the light of the sun behind Lu Qing's head before, somewhat similar to the Buddha's light, and also with a little bit of the aura of the Taiyi Golden Light Mantra.

The Great Qinghuang Priest who saw this glory whispered, "Your Majesty?"

"Hey……"

A faint sigh was heard, and a faint, almost invisible destiny emerged from the shadows of the two divine birds, the Green Egret and the Yellow Ibis, surrounding the Green and Yellow Great Shaman Priest, carrying the falling light and dispelling the power of "birth, old age, sickness and death" bestowed by Chu Tai.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty..."

As soon as the Great Shaman Qinghuang finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something and dispersed the filthy and decayed power around him. The skeleton that lost its support instantly fell to the ground, but those broken bones were still squirming frantically, trying to get close to that faint bit of luck. However, when they really got close, they stopped in mid-air and did not dare to go any further.

Chu Tai was somewhat emotional about the performance of the Great Shaman Priest, but he had already seen that this bit of luck had been consumed by more than half over thousands of years, and what remained was just a little bit of protection that the former Holy King gave to his last followers.

However, Saint King Jing's power had long lost its spiritual support. This bit of protection was like the last bit of obsession after a person's death. It was nothing but a rootless duckweed. Once it manifested, it would be difficult to sustain.

Chu Tai, who had no intention of torturing the other party, watched that bit of luck dissipate little by little.

The spiritual light on the bones also gradually dimmed as the luck dissipated.

After a while, the Great Qinghuang Priest whispered, "As expected, your majesty has great magical powers. How could he not see the possibility of such a future? He just made a choice. Only we are unwilling to accept this outcome. Now, I should let it go..."

(End of this chapter)