Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 1545 Gods and Demons in One Form

Seeing this scene, Shi Xian felt a great fear rise in his heart, and the spiritual fire in his body flickered due to his unstable mind.

Even though he was very arrogant and did not think that these two active consciousnesses could compare with him, he had to admit that their strength, speed, and the depth of their spiritual fire were all on the same level as his.

He might have a good chance of winning against them one by one, but if they come at him two at once, then he might not be able to solve the problem.

He dared to say that most Changshengguan fighters would have a headache when facing this lineup, not just himself.

But what does he see now?
It was destroyed in an instant, as fragile as a wave on the sea, fleeting and ephemeral. The sense of loss was just too strong.

He stared at the mist with fear in his eyes. If there were no surprises, there was most likely a being at the Dongxuan Temple level inside, but he hadn't sensed anything. If he had been the one who ran headlong into it, this would have been his fate.

He froze on the spot, not daring to move. After a while, he saw that as the ship moved away, the mist was also drifting away into the distance, so he carefully tried to retreat slowly.

After walking a distance away and realizing that no one was paying attention to him, he finally understood what was going on.

The beings within the mist probably never paid any attention to them, just like accidentally stepping on two insects while walking, without feeling anything at all.

He was both relieved and embarrassed, but no matter what, surviving was the best outcome. He carefully floated backward, and after retreating a distance, he suddenly darted into the distance. The heavy rain was instantly pierced through, leaving a long hole, and the high temperature caused a rumbling echo to remain in the steaming mist.

Huo Zhuifeng stood on the deck, smoking a cigarette, watching the person leave in a hurry, but he had no intention of chasing after them.

His duty was to guard the ship while Chen Chuan handled matters.

The rest is not a concern.

He looked at the plume of smoke, unsure whether it was an active consciousness or a transcendent being.

Since this thing exists, it should be able to protect this place, so he doesn't need to worry too much about safety. He just needs to maintain the ship during the storm.

Chen Chuan had already reached the other side of the rift, and the thing behind him was struggling, which strengthened its connection with some kind of power.

And that's exactly what he needs.

His field expanded outwards, and following that force, he easily found its source upon contact.

The moment he made contact, it was as if he had crashed into a massive wave. The dense fog before him suddenly dissipated, revealing a colossal three-eyed statue in front of him.

The statue has red lips and indigo skin, with wide-open angry eyes. It sits on a huge, ferocious, bird-like and rat-like monster. A halo appears behind it, and ten arms behind it sway, each holding a hand gesture. Among them is a vertical eye that extends from the forehead to the bridge of the nose, with the eye bulging outwards to both sides.

In front of him were two large hands, one holding a large snake that was flicking its tongue, and the other holding a silver chain, one end of which was connected to the mount below, with bells hanging on the chain.

Dhritarashtra, the three-eyed god.

Chen Chuan looked up and stared at the statue. At the same time, Kaiyang showed him various depictions and styles of the three-eyed god in history, which were almost identical to the one in front of him.

Generally speaking, many ancient deities are energy that overflows from the higher powers. In this world, they will change under the influence of faith and worship. Because they have their own power and thought, they usually refuse to contact their original bodies again, thus forming an independent individual that remains in this world.

But now it seems that the real power lies in the other world. It must have obtained the power in this world, returned to the other world, devoured the main body, successfully turned the tables, and became the replacement.

This is no simple matter.

It is also full of the characteristics that Dhritarashtra has always had.

However, due to the World Ring, truly powerful upper-level forces cannot reach this place, so what is before us is at most just a projection of divine energy.

Looking at them now, the other party seems to be the ruler of this world, but this is only a spiritual expression. In essence, the two sides are at the same level of power.

Chen Chuan twirled the Snow Lord Blade in his hand and slowly walked towards the statue. With each step he took, a halo of light emanated, suppressing and expelling the omnipresent divine aura.

You can only sense that the statue grows larger with each step you take closer, and after a dozen or so steps, you have to look up at it.

The statue lowered its upper body and looked down with all three eyes, as if it was only now noticing Chen Chuan's insignificant existence.

At the same time, wisps of smoke and poisonous wind surged towards him, the bells on the silver chains jingling and making strange sounds that reverberated through the area. The illusory image of a human figure appeared around Chen Chuan, first arching its back upwards, then slowly straightening up, as if rising against a tremendous force, gradually growing larger, with the blazing spiritual fire surrounding it repelling all the incoming forces.

As the two forces, representing matter and spirit, collided, the colorful mist and smoke transformed into dazzling crystals that fell down.

The statue seemed to be angered by his resistance and let out a thunderous roar.

A shimmering halo appeared behind him, and a powerful hurricane swept up from his body.

The spiritual fire outside a person's body was stirred by this hurricane, and the outer light and fire were visibly swept away layer by layer, as if they would be completely extinguished in the next instant.

Chen Chuan remained unmoved, still holding his knife forward. At this moment, the human figure outside him shifted its center of gravity slightly forward, pushing against the wind, and more spiritual fire surged from within its body to resist it.

Chen Chuan rarely encounters opponents who can directly challenge his strength anymore; his opponent truly deserves to be an extension of the upper echelons.

However, in such a real collision, neither side had any room to maneuver, so he was able to get a pretty good idea of ​​the other side's strengths and weaknesses.

This is a spiritual force rooted solely in the void, without any backup or support. This means that as long as the avatar in front of you is destroyed, the corpse will be free of power and there will be no further interference.

This also ensures that he has the item in his hand.

As he moved forward, the pressure from the opposite side grew stronger. It was indeed worthy of the power of the upper echelons; even a mere spiritual entity possessed immense power.

At this moment, he was almost there. His external form trembled, and clusters of Xuan Kong Fire fell from the halo behind him, colliding with the smoke and gas. Like a branding iron being plunged into water, a large amount of steaming gas was released, and the intangible things such as foul wind and turbid air were all burned by the flames.

The Xuan Kong Fire did not weaken as a result; on the contrary, it burned even more intensely.

With the Xuan Kong Fire clearing the way, the obstacles in front were torn apart as easily as paper. Chen Chuanji arrived in front of the statue in an instant, with his human form following closely behind, his long sword and mace already in a fighting stance.

The statue seemed to sense his threat, and the ten large hands behind it pushed towards him.

Due to the difference in size, from Chen Chuan's perspective, it seemed as if insurmountable high walls had been erected in front of him, emitting smoke and colorful light. Moreover, with the movement of his arms, the golden rings he wore emitted strange musical sounds, causing the surrounding area to tremble as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

Chen Chuan saw that the statue in front of him had become like a swaying reflection in the water. He knew that once the opponent disrupted the power of the field, the two sides would be cut off from contact, and he would have no way to launch an attack.

He did not choose to stabilize the field. If he did, he felt that he might lose the opportunity he had just gained. At this moment, he twisted his waist, turned slightly to the side, and brought his right long sword back to the left. After pausing for a moment, he suddenly swung it forward!
In that instant, he unleashed a fierce spiritual shockwave. At such close range, it struck the mountain-like palm almost instantly, like a raging tide crashing against the shore. The ten arms crumbled like a shattered mountain.

After breaking through this barrier, he arrived directly in front of the statue in the next moment. With a flick of his other hand, the crystal light instantly gathered, and the weapon of destiny transformed into a large mace that appeared there. Then, he raised his hand and held it high.

As he did this, the image of the person outside him simultaneously made the exact same gesture!

After a brief pause, he swung his mace down!
boom!
Even though there was nothing in front of him, it was as if he had struck something solid. The mace in the form of a human was aimed directly at the evil god's forehead, causing a burst of golden light to erupt from there.

Chen Chuan used the Demon Subduing Style for this attack. In the past, the Demon Subduing Style was used to strike tangible bodies, while the Demon Subduing Style was specifically designed to strike intangible beings.

The human-shaped mace was pressed tightly against the face of the statue. The three eyes beneath it first rolled strangely, and then countless fine cracks appeared on the indigo face.

As the power to subdue demons surged forth, the cracks on it spread rapidly, eventually covering the entire body, with wisps of blinding fire seeping outwards from within.

Finally, seemingly unable to withstand the impact of this force, it exploded into countless scattered fragments of colorful light with a loud bang.

Chen Chuan's eyes flashed. He had no intention of letting these fragments go. With a wave of his long mace, countless Xuan Kong fires fell on them and attached themselves to them.

The Xuan Kong Fire burned fiercely there, growing stronger with each point it burned. This fire truly lived up to its reputation as one of the Five Refinements, becoming more powerful the more it burned and melted strange energies.

After the flames subsided, he saw that the area had not completely collapsed. When he looked up, he saw a huge, boundless eye staring intently at him.

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(End of this chapter)