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Chapter 1000: The Return of the Gods, Written Out
Fox Three, with its pointed snout and narrow eyes, was huddled in a corner of the workshop.

Only after the sacred stake was broken did he regain his senses. His fox eyes widened, his fur stood on end, his tail tucked tightly between his legs, and he pointed at the red-robed Taoist in the sky, muttering softly, "Great Immortal... Great Immortal."

At this moment, he saw that his colleagues, who had also regained their senses, were surrounding the invading Zhao family master, so he followed them.

Zhao Jiayi slumped to the ground, ignoring the demons surrounding him. His eyes, drenched in cold sweat, were fixed on the red-robed monster at the end of the path of light.

Behind the strange path lay half-annihilated mountains, their dust yet to settle. On the path of light, Lan Peng's true form collapsed, its four wings tattered, heavy chunks of blood, tinged with the colors of fading light, falling from the large and small wounds bursting from its body.

Green Pot God stood behind Zhao Jiayi, but did not immediately make a move against this outstanding member of the Zhao family.

He stared blankly at the figure shrouded in a rainbow halo on the path of light, his chest, covered with pine-green velvet-like fur, heaving violently, looking at Inugami with a searching gaze.

Before he could speak, Zhao Jiayi spoke first.

"Third Grand Uncle, who exactly is that Taoist priest? And why does he possess the Green Mulberry Fan?"

Zhao Mingyan's head awkwardly floated out from behind the demon horde. After glancing at the figure on the road out of the corner of his eye, his expression became solemn. He said, "Why ask any more questions? From now on, the Righteous Immortal will be the Immortal Master of my True Spirit Sect. We will all be in the same sect, and there will be plenty of prayers and worship in the future."

"You have truly offended me this time, but since the immortal has protected my primordial spirit, he has clearly shown mercy, and there is still room for maneuver in the future."

Dog Guardian glanced at Zhao Mingyan's head and found it amusing. His own head had been refined into a magical artifact, and now it was used to "protect my primordial spirit." Sure enough, when the difference in cultivation level reached two levels, even deep-seated hatred from the past had to be embellished, and no one dared to harbor any thoughts of revenge.

"The righteous immortal, the righteous immortal."

Zhao Jiayi stood there blankly.

Dog Guardian walked to Green Pot God's side and said, "You must be prepared. God attained enlightenment by practicing the fundamental true method of our sect, the Book of Six Jia Spirit Flying Strategy. From today onwards, the situation of your Cloud and Rain Temple will be very different."

"Teacher, did I hear that right?" Jiang Shiliu, who had disappeared with Palace Master Huayue, said from a distance.

“That’s right, my hearing is perfectly fine. Inu-no-kami said that the righteous god cultivated the ‘Book of Six Jia Spirit Flying Strategy’ and thus became an immortal.”

"But him, but him..."

"Shi Liu, are you saying that he obtained the Chenyun Talisman Seal from the Zhao family in just one or two months?"

Judging from his current dragon-shaped true form, he has clearly cultivated the Jia Chen Dragon lineage of the Zhao family through the Chen Yun Talisman. Regardless of how he achieved such a feat, from now on he will be an immortal who transcends the world, freed from the suffering of the mortal world, and enjoy the carefree life of an immortal.

With that step he took, he truly stood on the heavens!

The Palace Mistress of Flower Moon looked longingly at the figure on the path of light and said...

In the light of the clouds, the goddess in red robes gazed at the strange Taoist in red robes.

She and Bai Ranfeng, being of extraordinary status, naturally heard the discussions in the Immortal Pavilion and were already preparing to report back to the master of Qinghua Palace—that a "great Buddha" had actually emerged from this small temple.

Just as he was about to flee, Bai Ranfeng stopped him, saying, "This matter is not over yet. The primordial spirit within Lan Peng's true form has returned."

"The true body has already been damaged like this, what can the return of the primordial spirit salvage now?"

Bai Ranfeng said, "Don't underestimate this demon immortal. He has taken a different approach and refined his two pairs of divine wings into two pairs of 'momentary tail qi'. In his attacks, even the most ordinary punches and kicks become extremely fast killing moves as long as they are accompanied by this momentary tail qi."

Moreover, this Golden Feather is said to have already refined two of the Six Thieves' Secret Demon Treasures: the Eye Thief and the Body Thief Rings. This will greatly enhance his combat prowess, and ordinary immortals may not necessarily fare well against him.

On the path of light, the fallen and broken true form of the Lan Peng suddenly twitched, its remaining feathers moving without wind, rustling like armor leaves. The next moment, the enormous four-winged Peng bird's body shrank inward, emitting a golden glow like the setting sun. This glow burst forth and then receded, finally revealing the figure of a Taoist within the radiance.

It was a Taoist priest with a phoenix beak and gold teeth, a sharp face, and the arrogance unique to birds of prey. He stood barefoot on the road, wearing a cloak woven from fine gold feathers, and a cloud-shaped shoulder cape in the shape of a ruyi, with five-colored tassels adorning it, which trembled slightly with his aura.

As soon as it appeared, it spat out a golden-red arrow of blood. The blood hit the path of light and made a sizzling sound before being extinguished by the radiance.

"Excellent tactic!"

This immortal has actually refined his supernatural powers to such a level. This path of light is not simply to trap me, but is directly established on the trajectory of all my connections with the outside world.

On this path, he can disregard common sense and directly touch the root of all my actions. Whether it's escape techniques, demonic arts, or even the thoughts within my primordial spirit, everything can be reversed and altered on this path.

Within a few breaths, Jin Yuxian had already grasped the profound mystery of this path of light.

For someone of his stature, the contest of magic is no longer confined to form and substance, but rather focuses on the level of inner principles and laws.

The immortal before him could directly transform this intangible connection into a tangible path. To fight against him on this path would be tantamount to fighting within the rules he had set, and his extraordinary cultivation would be reduced by half.

"The Zhao family has indeed shown signs of decline. Such a formidable enemy was not anticipated, and I did not calculate the details of their cultivation beforehand. As a result, I underestimated them, and my true body was damaged for no reason."

Or perhaps the Zhao family knows my temperament, knowing that once I agree to something, even if I encounter great obstacles along the way, I will try to see it through to the end and won't easily give up my promise. Therefore, they have misled me with intelligence, leaving me in a difficult position where I can only suffer this hidden loss.

While pondering, Jin Yuxian suppressed all subtle energy and even some overly strong emotions.

He understood that any movement in his physical form or spirit could be captured by this path of light and become a target for this immortal.

The only countermeasure is stillness and concentration, using these two principles to resist this all-encompassing path of light. At the same time, it is necessary to find the mysterious weak point in this path of light: "changing the connection path".

Jin Yuxian shifted her feet, her figure leaving afterimages in the path of light—left, right, turning back, lunging forward, the frequency increasing until she became a blurry stream of light.

The radiant light rippled like water, tightly entwining and following him like a shadow, making it impossible for Jin Yuxian to escape.

Suddenly, Ji Mingyuan was startled and saw a pair of green shadows appear behind Jin Yuxian's waist. These shadows were about the length of a finger, in the shape of small wings, and began to hum.

The emerald shadow vibrated rapidly at a high frequency, silently, yet it distorted the surrounding light.

"Whoosh!"

Jin Yuxian disappeared.

It wasn't a teleportation technique, but pure speed, surpassing his supernatural ability to capture all the 'connection paths' on Jin Yuxian's body.

The beam of light flashed and darted back and forth in the void like lightning, attempting to re-lock onto and capture Jin Yuxian. A soft "hum" was heard—the sound of the Azure Shadow vibrating again. Jin Yuxian veered at a right angle at the front of the light path, tearing the air apart with a piercing, mournful wail.

They rushed forward and backward, and soon the air was filled with residual streaks of light.

Ji Ming knew that the real battle might only be beginning now.

Despite his experience fighting Zen Master Caihu, that battle wasn't a true fight. However, this was exactly what he wanted. One's reputation is earned through fighting, whether at Qinghua Palace or Zhenling Sect.

"Come on! Let me carve out a path to the heavens!" Ji Ming roared in his heart.

(End of this chapter)