Wet viviparity

Chapter 857 Capture, Ruyi Transformation
As they headed towards Guyin, swarms of mosquitoes buzzed incessantly ahead, becoming increasingly agitated the closer they got to the forbidden area of ​​Guyin. This situation seemed to indicate some kind of potential connection between the Chaos God and Guyin.

Ji Ming carried the artificial mountain in his left and right hands throughout the journey. The mountain was really heavy. He had already used the Five Elements Transportation Method to make the artificial mountain lighter, but his wrists were still sore and numb from the weight.

After traveling more than a thousand feet deep into the earth's cavity, we came to a dark cave, which was the passageway leading to the ancient burial site.

Zhang Xiaoyuan fanned the swarm of mosquitoes into the passageway and said to Ji Ming, "Back then, the Milky Way poured down from the sky, filling the earth's crust over this area of ​​thousands of miles. Imagine how heavy the primordial water within the Milky Way was; if it were to pour down like a torrent, the entire earth's foundation would shake, potentially causing an unprecedented earthquake."

If it weren't for the intervention of the two sages of Xuanbei, the humans of Tiannan and their countless spirits would likely have been wiped out, and this vast land would have become a desolate wasteland, only able to provide food and clothing for mortals for who knows how many years.

Although the two sages protected the southern earth, the soil was unstable and prone to earthquakes at the slightest disturbance. It took three thousand years for the situation to improve. The earth's cavity and passageways here are remnants of the collapses and cracks in the earth's soil during those major and minor earthquakes.

As the two entered the passageway, they immediately felt an unusual chill.

On the artificial mountain in Ji Ming's palm, where the water gorge was filled with thick steam, Man, Xu, the three fierce gods and the monkey king seemed to sense something and looked towards the outside of the forbidden mountain. They exchanged a few words and then fled out of the mountain with the monkey king.

“The two old men and the two monks have started to fight with real fire and are using great magic. They are trying to attract attention for us from the outside. We need to speed up our pace.”

After saying that, the Taiyin Pure Energy was released from the wall behind Zhang Xiaoyuan. Ji Ming inhaled and exhaled this pure energy and immediately felt refreshed. He secretly sighed that it was indeed the effect of a spiritual treasure.

In this intricate path cracked by the earth's layers, the two walked diagonally downwards, gradually venturing deeper into the earth. The chill intensified, but it did not harm their bodies.

The entire passageway is not a continuous path; many parts have collapsed. If the two of them insist on walking through it, not only will they waste their true energy, but they will also easily disturb the two evil spirits, Man and Xu, in the forbidden mountain. The two of them can only turn around and walk along the passageway.

Because he controls the artificial mountain, this mountain and the forbidden mountain share the same origin in form and energy, and their terrain is identical, just like having a map in hand.

The area where this passageway is located is also part of the forbidden mountain, so the two of them only need to keep an eye on the artificial mountain and they don't have to worry about getting lost in this dense network of soil.

They flew for over a hundred miles along the passageway. Zhang Xiaoyuan kept waving his fan and stood guard on either side of him, while Ji Ming looked at the figures of the two of them projected into the artificial hill, providing directions at crucial moments. They flew east and west, back and forth in this way.

However, at a fork in the road, the two went the wrong way twice and failed to find their way out. They immediately realized that they had been misled by external forces.

"A wrong path!"

Ji Ming stared at the depths of the water gorge within the artificial mountain, looking at the vanished figure of the treacherous path god, and said, "The outer perimeter of the Forbidden Mountain must have been fortified with detours and mazes by this god, not specifically targeting this place. It is estimated that this god also knew that during the great and small earthquakes of that year, many cracks and secret passages were shaken out deep beneath the earth, hence this precaution."

Seeing that this dangerous path-climbing god came alone from the water gorge, it's clear that even as the fighting within the territory intensifies, he remains extremely confident in his supernatural abilities and is unafraid of being surrounded.

"Very well, this scoundrel is too arrogant, it's time to take him down."

Zhang Xiaoyuan also looked at the artificial hill. On this artificial hill, the figure of the Divine Path appeared and disappeared like a venomous snake slithering through the bushes. But no matter how he hid, his figure was always right under their noses.

The two exchanged a smile. As long as the Dangerous Path God was within the forbidden mountain's range, his image would be projected onto the artificial mountain, making it impossible for him to hide from their eyes. In this light, the artificial mountain created by the Map-Unveiling and Shape-Shifting Technique was simply a natural counter to his supernatural power.

Zhang Xiaoyuan said to Ji Ming, "With this mountain in hand, the Difficult Path God is already a turtle in a jar. However, he uses his supernatural powers to roam the world. As the saying goes, his mind and intentions correspond, so one can imagine that his nature is also extremely capable of deception and confusion."

Once we begin, we must act swiftly and decisively, and absolutely not allow ourselves to be delayed or jeopardize our important mission.

Ji Ming looked at the palm-sized Ink Mountain and seemed to understand something. He took the Yuanpi Ruyi and said, "Very well, I will make the first move to immobilize it in one fell swoop. I would like to ask my cousin to use the Suyue Bi to support me."

Zhang Xiaoyuan was slightly distracted when he heard Ling Xuzi's arrangement. After all, apart from Master Lu, no one else could make arrangements for him. He nodded and replied, "Alright, I'll take this opportunity to see the power of this Ruyi."

Ji Ming held up the ink mountain with one hand and raised the Ruyi with the other.

People's hearts and prestige need to be accumulated. Now that he has reached his current level of cultivation, possesses the Yuanbi Ruyi, and has some background, if he is only willing to be a high-ranking Taoist master, he will be respected and treated with great courtesy anywhere.

However, if he wants to secure his position as sect leader, he cannot be complacent about his past achievements.

People like the two monks and the two old men wouldn't care much about his past deeds, but rather whether he has the ability to deal with his current enemies of the same realm, or even to deal with the Yang God Earth Immortals of the sixth realm.

As the first formidable enemy of the same realm that Ji Ming has faced since becoming an infant, if he can successfully capture and kill the Dangerous Path God, his prestige and the hearts of the people will be firmly established. However, if he fails here, even with the Yuanbi Ruyi in hand, his position will be precarious.

"May my wish come true, may my desires be fulfilled!"

After reciting the words, he threw it into the mountain, which was only the size of a palm. As if by accident, it fell into the mountain with a rainbow of green, and then turned into a speck of dust.

Within the Forbidden Mountain, the Six-Armed God of Peril intertwined his six arms, coiling in the air like a spiderweb. Each hand pointed to a corner of the void, maintaining the operation of the lost and misguided paths around the edge of the Forbidden Mountain while sensing the area that was touched.

Suddenly, his primordial spirit trembled, and he felt a strange aura descending from an unknown place.

A deep green spiritual light pierced through the mountain mist and clouds, as if a huge green sun from beyond the heavens had glided through the clouds and crashed into the spiderweb-like crossroads of the Dharma Realm surrounding him, causing the spiritual energy of the crossroads to tremble slightly.

In his primordial spirit's perception, the object seemed to have crossed over from another realm, disappearing without a trace upon landing. Something so large had vanished in an instant. When his primordial spirit searched closely, he discovered an object about the length of a forearm on a path in the external realm, its aura quite subtle.

"How dare you, a coward hiding your head and tail, trespass on my path?" With a thought, he moved his hands like flowers, and the paths around him instantly split into countless, dense and fine, intertwined and entwined, like several inches of thick folded cloth covering the outside.

The object was captured on a thin thread path in the thick cloth, less noticeable than an ant.

The God of Danger, having laid out this web of deceit and traps in the Dharma Realm, remained still. As a natural deity, his spiritual perception was extremely sharp.

Despite being in the ancient, imprisoned mountain, he inexplicably felt a sense of insignificance. This inexplicable feeling was not without reason, so he cast a spell to trap the approaching object while trying to probe its mysteries and trace the origin of this feeling.

Although the calamity is currently spreading throughout the southern world, obscuring the mystery, if one can grasp that one thread of spiritual perception, there is still some gain.

Just as he entered meditation, his spiritual senses suddenly stirred again, disrupting his initial perception and leaving him no chance to delve into the matter. The veins on the six arms of the dangerous path god bulged as he looked toward the treacherous net of the Dharma realm that was obscured in front of him.

There was a water stain on the "thick cloth" that was spreading.

The primordial Ruyi, trapped in the Dharma Realm, has transformed into a handful of clear water, seeping into every crooked path.

The God of Danger let out a soft exclamation, and then used his magic to suppress the change in the clear water.

Changes occurred on those countless roads that were as dense as fine threads and interwoven together. Whirlpools of quicksand appeared in the middle of the roads, trying to cover the floodwaters that were overflowing the roads. Unexpectedly, the water froze into ice, freezing the quicksand.

Around the perilous path god, a network of overlapping and thickly laid paths, resembling a net of treacherous paths, exudes a chilling aura.

The God of Danger straightened up, and his six arms flashed with a ghostly light at the same time. He unleashed another transformation, and the four directions of the Dharma Realm were instantly turned upside down and disordered, with the void folding like a maze.

But suddenly a bright light shone there, and no matter how winding the road ahead, the light shone brightly above and below, spreading on every path, and permeating the Dharma realm along the trajectory of the supernatural method, using clarity to break through the chaos.

The God of Danger finally changed color, his six arms trembled violently, pushing his supernatural powers to the limit, and he leaped into a line hidden in the thick cloth.

In an instant, different perilous places appeared at the ends of the six roads in front, behind, left, right, up, and down of the bright light—ahead were deep abysses, behind were raging seas of fire, to the left were mountains of knives and trees of swords, to the right were poisonous swamps and miasma forests, above were thunderous roars, and below were evil ghosts and dark mountains.

"Six impassable passes, savor the experience!"

The Six Divine Palms of the Perilous Path formed hand seals and spoke.

Mingguang paused in mid-air, then was suddenly pulled into the end of the Six Paths in turn.

The light then transforms into corresponding objects of restraint: in the abyss, it becomes a long bridge; in the sea of ​​fire, it becomes sweet rain; in the mountain of knives, it becomes cotton wool; in the poisonous swamp, it becomes a gentle breeze; in the thunder, it becomes a lightning-avoiding golden needle; and in the evil ghost mountain, it becomes a scripture for salvation.

"What on earth is this?"

The God of Danger seemed to be at a loss for what to do for a moment.

He had cultivated for five or six hundred years and had never seen such a spiritual object.

No matter how he shifted his path, the opponent could always instantly adapt accordingly, as if it had already seen through all the subtleties of his supernatural powers. What was even more terrifying was that this thing did not forcibly break the spell, but rather followed the gaps in the shifting paths, working with the ease of a master butcher dissecting an ox.

"A treasure that perfectly suits my needs!"

Meanwhile, on the Yonglu Road, Zhang Xiaoyuan sighed with emotion.

The transformations of Lingxuzi's Ruyi in terms of generation, restraint, and transformation are still within the realm of the Five Elements. However, the transformations of Vice Marshal Zhao's spiritual treasure, the Golden Yuan Ruyi, are truly profound. It can transform into sweet rain to dye the cold desert green, into golden needles to lift mountains, and into a long bridge to separate water and fire.

As for the Nine-Light Ruyi of the Goddess of Mount Tai, its transformations have reached an unbelievable level. That is truly what makes one's wishes come true.

Ji Ming looked at the ink mountain in his palm, his lips moved slightly, and he chanted again, "Ruyi, Ruyi, grant my wish, quickly show your power!"

After reciting the mantra, he blew a breath of divine energy towards the treacherous figure of the god in the Ink Mountain.

When this divine energy was blown down, a strange wind immediately arose at the location of the God of Danger. This strange wind blew into the Dharma Realm, and countless fine strands of wind were blown into the ever-changing Yuanbi Ruyi.

After the many changes on the Ruyi were settled, a narrow blade appeared in the spot. This blade had no handle, and all the edges were sharpened. It was as thin as a cicada's wing, and a bluish light flowed across the blade.

"Six Earth Divine Gangs!"

The Path God let out a startled roar.

(End of this chapter)