Wet viviparity

Chapter 871 Cremation, Divine General Grasp
Ji Ming stood beneath the mud roots, witnessing the demise of the illusory divine infant. His gaze then shifted to the full divine infant, knowing that he and the full divine infant had formed an irreconcilable hatred.

With a heart-wrenching roar from Man Shenying, the freezing air surrounding him went completely out of control, swirling wildly in the sky like thousands of deep blue frosts. The entire Forbidden Mountain seemed to be crammed into the extreme cold of the Northern Darkness, with frost flowers condensing everywhere.

In a short while, frost had settled between everyone's eyebrows and hair.

Just as Ji Ming exhaled a breath of white air, he suddenly shuddered. The Yuanbi Ruyi transformed into a divine bridge, collapsing outwards from Ji Ming's side. Beneath the bridge, a pale black sword appeared out of nowhere, silently and without a sound.

"This sword!"

Ji Ming felt a chill run down his spine. His first reaction was not to retaliate, but to cast the Illusionary Spell "Moon in the Water" on his physical body.

The moment the physical body reflected the light of the water, the extreme Yin Thunder of Gui Water erupted outside the body, forming rings of lightning chains that licked at the illusory body reflected in the water.

Generally speaking, as Ji Ming breaks through to the fifth level of the Fetal Spirit Realm, attacks from the fourth level and even the general fifth level cannot touch his illusory body. They fall on it as if passing through the air. Only attacks exceeding this level will produce ripples. The stronger the attack, the more intense the ripples on his body.

When the attack exceeds the limit of the illusion, the illusion will exhibit a boiling state.

Right now, as the Yin Thunder of Gui Water surrounds the body, after only a few touches of lightning, tiny bubbles have begun to emerge from the Moon Illusion in the water, a sign of impending boiling.

"Go to hell!"

A voice exploded in Ji Ming's ears, and the next moment Ji Ming made a hand seal on his chest.

The star constellation swirled the Xuanming cold currents it had transformed into around its body, causing the Gui water Yin thunder to rotate and spread outwards.

"Go to hell!"

Another voice filled with resentment rang out, and the sword fixed under the bridge of gods swung its hilt forward like a swimming fish.

Ji Ming's eyes widened. His Yuanpi Ruyi, transformed into a divine bridge, could stabilize earth, fire, wind, and water. However, the Yin Thunder on this sword was raging violently, clearly indicating that it was not a superior demon-refining sword. It was actually a sword forged with Gui Water Yin Thunder as the main ingredient, belonging to the water element. The divine bridge could not stabilize this thing.

At this moment, two figures appeared beside Ji Ming. Zhang Xiaoyuan summoned the Moon Jade, which scattered into a round of clear light to protect Ji Ming, while Lu Zhenjun raised his hand and pointed, causing the sword that was moving forward like a fish under the divine bridge to burst into brilliant sparks.

As Lu Zhenjun unleashed the Qingping Sword's sharp edge to strike the sword, Ji Ming simultaneously activated the Divine Bridge, anchoring the Gui Water within the Yin Thunder of the sword, making it difficult for it to move downstream on the bridge.

With the burst of sparks, cracks appeared on the sword, its spiritual power greatly diminished, and it seemed about to be destroyed. Suddenly, as if the sky had cleared, thousands of beams of azure light shone down, spreading across every piece of land and illuminating every corner.

"Don't look up!"

Lu Zhenjun pointed his sword repeatedly, and the Qingping Sword completely destroyed the precious sword under the bridge. At the same time, he spoke up to warn the intruder.

Ji Ming felt a chill run down his spine. He sent the infant in his Crimson Palace flying up to the twelfth floor of his throat, leaping out of the Niwan Palace, and sitting in the three flowers on top, looking up at the sky.

There, a halo of azure sunlight had already hung, and its radiance, like water reflecting off the bottom of a body, rippled and moved about. Although it was full of cool, refreshing water, an infant who stared at it for a long time felt a burning sensation inside.

If one were to look directly at it with the naked eye, one would probably feel one's insides burning up right now.

Even now, it is only thanks to Zhang Xiaoyuan's Lunar Jade that he has been protected from this harm.

The two monks and the nun Prajna had joined forces to raise a ray of Buddhist light, which simultaneously enveloped Venerable Xuanying and the two elders, Longhu and Shiren. Venerable Xuanying's expression was extremely strange, a mixture of joy and sorrow, and his lips seemed to be chanting.

The two elders, Dragon and Tiger, released the infant from its body and merged it into the Great Spiritual Light Glazed Dragon and Tiger Divine General. With the sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls, they helped Master Xuan Ying's primordial spirit to break free from demonic obstacles.

Unexpectedly, Master Xuanying's condition did not improve. Instead, his old face, with its bulbous nose, became even brighter, as if it were glowing with a clear light. Even the two old men, Longhu and Erweng, were caught in some kind of inner demonic obstruction, causing them to thrash about and making the Buddha light above their heads unstable.

"It is the spiritual treasure left behind by the Void Divine Infant. This evil spirit transformed this Dharma Net spiritual treasure into the divine light of the sun halo, and let it shine down on the world, allowing fellow Daoists Xuan Ying, Diao Long, and Zhen Hu to fall into the wonderful and wondrous realm of great light."

As Prajna the Divine Nun spoke, a palm-sized Dharma image appeared above her head—three eyes and eight arms, wearing a crown of Buddha, sitting cross-legged on a lotus throne, holding a vase, an axe, a trident, and a crystal bowl, and displaying the Treasure Rope Mudra, Lotus Mudra, Abhaya Mudra, and Dharma Mudra, wearing a deerskin robe and adorned with necklaces and jeweled bracelets.

The two monks also manifested their Dharma forms, but compared to the Prajna Nun, they lacked that same sublime and solemn quality.

Clearly, the two monks did not possess the karmic affinity of the Buddha, and therefore, even if they had attained the first stage of enlightenment in Buddhism and cultivated the form of a Dharma protector, they were still inferior to the Buddha's disciples.

With the appearance of these three Dharma images, the two elders and Master Xuanying finally calmed their delusions. However, everyone knew that this was merely a mirage. Under the divine light of the sun halo, every extra breath that passed meant greater danger for the two elders and Master Xuanying.

The two monks sat cross-legged on either side, their robes fluttering and their white beards like halberds. "Fellow Daoist Prajna, come and calm the inner fire of my three fellow disciples."

“Excellent! Since fellow practitioners Liaojie and Liaoguo possess great compassion and a great spirit of destruction, I will naturally protect them here.” Prajna Nun said with her palms together.

After saying this, the two monks rose up together, emerging from the great radiance of Buddha's light. Ji Ming felt that the two monks glanced at him at this moment, but upon further reflection, he realized that they must have been glancing at Lu Zhenjun.

When the blue halo of divine light shone on the two monks, flames immediately ignited. However, these flames were quickly driven away by the brilliant golden Buddhist fire within the monks' bodies. The Buddhist fire ignited from within, spewing out from their seven orifices, turning the two monks into burning figures.

Two humanoid Buddhist flames merged into one, trailing a trail of light, and rushed towards the sun halo. Just as they reached the edge of the halo, they were blocked by a magnificent and radiant net of light.

In the flames of the Buddha, the skin and flesh of the two monks melted like hot wax. In just a few breaths, more than half of their bodies had melted away, and their figures pierced the net like sharp cones, forming a deep indentation.

Ji Ming had not expected the two monks to be so fierce and fearless. He did not know much about them, only that they had stood against Lu Zhenjun since they became famous. It was also said that the two of them practiced another secret skill on the mountain - the Myriad Manifestations Needle, and that this secret skill of needle refining was precisely aimed at Lu Zhenjun's double pupil eyes.

"My two senior brothers, I'll come to your aid."

Seeing the two monks risk their lives to fight the enemy, Zhang Xiaoyuan was deeply moved by their heroic spirit. As soon as he opened his mouth, a tall shadow descended from behind, enveloping him, Ji Ming, and Lu Zhenjun. Ji Ming could clearly feel the soft and ethereal texture of the Moonlight Heavenly Robe behind him.

"I am back."

A deep voice rang in the ears of Ji Ming, Zhang Xiaoyuan, and Lu Zhenjun.

"You seem to have placed something inside me, something like subtle thoughts that can control my body." These words were spoken to Lu Zhenjun. When these words were spoken, Ji Ming noticed that Lu Zhenjun's face showed an unexpected expression, which was rare for him.

Ji Ming did not hesitate at all, and the "Unfulfilled Wishes" spiritual light was activated on the spot.

Behind him, the seven or eight zhang tall, magically beautiful body was engulfed by the unfulfilled auspicious light, and the protruding bull nose on the figure's face emitted a short, surprised snort.

The instant Ji Ming made his move, Zhang Xiaoyuan flipped over and transformed into a roc avatar the size of a hawk. He reached forward with his claws and grabbed directly at Zhao Duluo, the divine general who was retreating in the light of the Unfulfilled Wish. It seemed as if they had coordinated their actions many times before.

As Zhao Duluo Shenyu retreated, his aura continued to decline.

Just as it was about to recover, but before it did, tiny specks of Venus appeared within the black horn hanging above its head, forming a picture of "a yellow ox carrying a stork." Some of the unfulfilled auspicious light was actually sucked into the black horn.

However, the level of the Unfinished Ruyi Spiritual Light was extraordinary. Even though the Yellow Ox Carrying the Constellation Diagram was the physical supernatural power of the Golden Ox, it was difficult to completely shake the spiritual light.

"Xiao Yuan!"

"Cousin!"

Suddenly, Zhenjun and Ji Ming called out one after the other.

As Zhao Duluo raised his hand to strike, Zhang Xiaoyuan, whose claws were reaching down, was unexpectedly split in two, cut in two in an instant. Even the clear light transformed from the Moon Jade on his body could not stop him.

A chill ran up his spine and all the way to Ji Ming. He could clearly see that Zhao Duluo, who had retreated into the mud and was about to fall asleep in the spiritual light, was staring at him.

The halo of the sun, formed by the divine infant, filled the sky. Seeing that Zhao Duluo, the divine general, was showing signs of drowsiness and seemed to be returning to his pre-recovery state, it disregarded the self-sacrificing attack of the two monks' true bodies being cremated and slowly sank down to the mud root, attempting to block the spiritual light.

At that moment, from within the two clusters of golden Buddhist flames that had almost melted and were now only vague human-shaped outlines, came the grand and tragic chanting of the two monks, Liaojie and Liaoguo.

"May the Buddha, in his compassion, also roar like a lion!"

"Formless and selfless, imageless divine needle, break!"

Before the words were finished, the two flickering Buddhist flames suddenly burst forth with their last light, completely offering up the two monks' lifelong cultivation, all the essence of Buddhism, and even their Taoist spiritual beliefs.

Countless subtle, almost invisible and intangible auras emanated from every pore and every remaining acupoint of the two monks' nearly melted physical remains.

These auras did not burst forth in a straight line, but rather, as if they possessed a life of their own, they meandered and flowed freely, like an invisible stream, instantly bypassing all obstacles—including the magnificent and radiant Liming Divine Bewitching Net, the descending azure sun halo, and even the moonlight celestial robes and spirit ribbons that automatically protected the body of the Zhaodu Luo Divine General.

They are ubiquitous and reach everywhere; their essence is "to take on different forms according to objects, without any laws or appearances."

A faint sound, like an ice needle piercing a deep pool and then quickly melting away, resounded intensely within the blue halo and the body of the god Zhao Duluo.

(End of this chapter)