Wet viviparity

Chapter 999 Freedom, True Power
"coming."

The gap leading to the Hall of Righteous Law in the present world opened, and Dog Guardian walked in front, with the human head lanterns floating behind, and Ji Ming walking in the middle.

Once inside the building, the heavy, oppressive pressure from the outside naturally came into his body, without leaking out in the slightest.

Stepping outside, Ji Ming saw bodies lying haphazardly on the ground, their spirits fading. The temple in the air was beginning to collapse under the pressure of the divine pillars, and half of the soul of the Green Pot God within had been extracted.

Just as Dog Guardian stepped forward, preparing to clear the area, he naturally retreated to his original position, which made him look at the Righteous God.

Under the sunlight, a halo naturally enveloped the physical body of the righteous god.

Inugami understood that after the Vacuum Refinement, the once distinct distinction between spirit and form had been erased, having been refined in the Vacuum Furnace.

From then on, the pure rose to become the foundation of the spirit, while the impure sank to become the essence of the form. Although the inner landscape of the physical body that could prove "indestructible Vajra" was not completely opened up within the body, "the spirit enters the sinews and bones, and the intention penetrates the membranes and marrow," which laid the supreme foundation for the fusion of form and spirit.

"That immortal was a stranger."

Bai Ranfeng and the Crimson-Robed Goddess were hidden in the light above the clouds. Bai Ranfeng keenly sensed a quiet and profound pressure emanating from the Zhengfa Tower above the Dragon Gate Immortal Workshop.

This person was surrounded by a rainbow halo, which was clearly a strange phenomenon produced by the perfect and flawless physical body after refining the body and attaining enlightenment.

She could roughly make out the shapes in the rainbow halo, but she couldn't match them with the immortals in the vast wilderness. However, this was not surprising, as she had not been enlightened for very long and could not even recognize all the immortals in the heavens, so how could she possibly recognize all the immortals in the world?

However, the green fan she wore at her waist had a strong woody scent, which is why she said that, to see how this goddess under the command of the Wood Star Lord of Qinghua Palace would react.

"Green Mulberry Fan"

"The Green Mulberry Fan?"

The goddess in red robes was still murmuring in astonishment when Bai Ranfeng, upon hearing the name of the fan, exclaimed in surprise.

Many old monsters who were casting their divine power from a distance also belatedly noticed the Green Mulberry Fan. As for Zhao Jiayi, his awareness was even slower, as his attention was still on the Green Pot God who was struggling to survive in the temple's magical artifact.

When Zhao Jiayi noticed the strange Taoist in red robes outside the building, he saw the strange Taoist gently brush against the imposing divine pillar.

With a flick of the wrist, the divine pillar crumbled inch by inch, turning into emerald-gold spiritual light that dissipated without returning to the dish, causing the golden dish to darken slightly.

"The Zhao family invited this Golden Feather Immortal from the Disc?"

Ji Ming asked.

Zhao Jiayi couldn't discern the strange Taoist's background. He noticed that the Taoist's feet and hands resembled each other, a silver-white scale tail hung down from behind, horns grew from where the eyes were, and whiskers swayed around the mouth. It was extremely strange. He cautiously asked, "May I ask who you are, senior?"
What is the purpose of interfering in the Dragon Gate duel?

Faced with Zhao Jiayi's questioning, Ji Ming did not answer. Instead, he raised his "foot," which resembled the structure of a hand and was covered with fine silver scales, and lightly stomped on the ground with a seemingly light but actually heavy stomp.

This stomp didn't stir up any dust or create any airflow, and it happened the instant his toes touched the ground.
"puff!

puff!
puff."

A series of dull, popping sounds, as dense as ripe melons, exploded behind and in front of Zhao Jiayi.

Dozens of elite guards and five hundred plague demons, without even uttering a scream, exploded in unison, like insects crushed by an invisible giant foot.

The scene of the family retainers' blood and bones splattering did not appear, nor did the plague demon explode into yin energy and evil spirits. Only wisps of green smoke floated above the clouds, brushed over Zhao Jiayi's body, and then disappeared without a trace.

Hundreds of miles away, in the ancient Dongdu embankment beneath the Lijiang River, Zen Master Caihu sat on the back of a great wind, steadily suppressing it like a mountain pressing down on him. Suddenly, his beard twitched, and his two tiger eyes widened, as if he were greatly shocked.

He projected his primordial spirit towards Longmen, capturing the red-robed eccentric's attack in an instant.

For a Zen master who focuses on the Samadhi of the physical body, he clearly understands that this is the terrifying power that comes after refining the body and attaining enlightenment, where strength and spirit unite, and power arrives with every thought.

Ordinary physical training focuses on the muscles and bones, exerting force in an instant and dissipating without a trace.

The power within that strange Taoist had transformed into an extension of his primordial spirit, condensed and not dispersed, gathering to form a powerful aura.

With the slightest thought, this overwhelming "true power" transcends space, like countless invisible hands, precisely striking each target and utterly pulverizing its very existence.

"Could this be another character from Little Saint's bag? A backup plan in a backup plan?" the Zen master wondered to himself.

Above the Dragon Gate, the color drained from Zhao Jiayi's face. Fear was like ice water poured over his head. The last bit of clarity prevented him from falling on the clouds. At this moment, the golden disc he had summoned began to tremble violently, emitting a mournful buzzing sound.

Beneath Ji Ming's feet, a path of light appeared out of thin air, winding upwards and reaching the eighteen-pointed golden disc suspended in mid-air.

Ji Ming stepped onto it with a leisurely pace, as if strolling through a courtyard. His silvery-white scales swayed slightly behind him, stirring the brilliance on the path of light and creating ripples.

As he approached the golden disc, its surface burst forth with light, and a sharp, piercing bird cry tore through the sky. The figure of the Lan Peng in the center of the disc suddenly broke free and flew around on the path of light, like a stream of light swirling along the road.

Because of its incredible speed, in the blink of an eye, the light rays intertwined densely on the path, forming a continuous beam of light that could not escape its confines. The dazzling, swirling afterimages of light on the path suddenly vanished.

Lan Peng's true form suddenly froze in the center of the light path, its four wings spread wide, each golden feather bursting with dazzling sharp light, its hooked beak raised like a scythe tearing through the sky, emitting a sharp cry that pierced the heavens. Its wingspan was like a shadow, its divine might as a prison.

At the same time, Ji Ming's pace suddenly changed.

He stopped strolling and, like a child who had discovered something new, began to hop and skip along the path of light.

With a light touch of the toes, the shimmering light on the road surface rippled outwards.

As he hopped and skipped, he suddenly bent down, ran his palm along the path of light, scooped up a handful of flowing radiance and scattered it, listening to the delicate, bell-like sound of the light splashing between his fingers, and immediately burst into clear and cheerful laughter.

Freedom, unrestrained, as if one were in a deserted wilderness, rather than a battlefield where life and death are fought.

This extreme contrast, this attitude that completely disregarded him, caused a strong sense of contradiction and disgust to surge within Lan Peng's true form.

With a sharp cry, it unleashed its fury, spreading its four wings wide. Thousands of golden rays, like an enraged swarm of bees, instantly transformed into a torrential rain of golden light, swarming towards the leaping figure.

"Woo!"

As soon as the golden light flickered, the air was torn apart and filled with mournful cries.

Just before the golden rainstorm hit him, Ji Ming's figure on the path of light suddenly blurred and lengthened.

No longer an afterimage, but a silver-white shockwave tearing through the field of vision, charging forward with the ferocity of a tiger and a dragon!
Lan Peng's true form only felt a blur before its eyes, and the oppressive aura rushed towards it. Its true form, guided by instinct, predicted the point of attack and fiercely raised its golden claws in front of it.

"Oh!"

A dull thud, like a heavy hammer striking a solid anvil.

The force exploded out suddenly, and before Lan Peng's true body could even feel the impact, his body was already flying backward uncontrollably.

The light path beneath him folded and shortened in the blink of an eye, slowing his speed and causing him to crash backwards into a giant wall of true energy that had just been formed.

Before it could recover from the shock of the impact, a second and a third punch came raining down on it.

A blow to the abdomen displaced the internal organs.

His chest was brutally pierced, and the bones cracked.

The four wings that had just been raised were struck by the iron fist, their feathers shattered and their bones twisted.

Lan Peng's true form was firmly "pressed" against the giant wall of true energy, like a nailed specimen, trembling and bouncing violently under the continuous heavy blows.

The cracking sound of bones breaking, the ripping sound of muscles tearing, and the low hum of the force wall intertwined, making it impossible to tell which side was groaning.

Without pause, without gap.

The relentless hammer blows stripped away the time gravity could take effect, leaving it hanging on this desolate wall.

The final punch, mixed in with the dense, crisscrossing shadows of fists, slammed down.

As the fist touched the golden-feathered chest, the rainbow halo around Ji Ming suddenly contracted inward, and his true energy collapsed to its limit between the muscles and bones of his arm, turning into ripples.

"Boom!"

Those concentric ripples of true energy, like a spiral drill, slammed into Lan Peng's chest along the edge of his fist.

No fist mark was left on his chest, but his body surface rippled violently like water, vibrating in sync with the rhythm of the ripples of true energy.

"Om~"

On the surface of the giant wall, behind the roc, spiderweb-like cracks suddenly burst open.

Immediately afterwards, a condensed, silvery-white shockwave silently burst through the wall and shot straight toward the majestic mountains behind.

The mountain peak, which had stood for countless years, disintegrated into dust the instant it came into contact with the shockwave. From the point of contact, everything that existed—rocks, trees, and slopes—disintegrated into dust, which then spread up to the sky and clouds.

Silence, still silence.

Above and below Longmen, inside and outside the Li River, to the left and right of the seaside, all noise disappeared, even the whispers in one's soul vanished, leaving only the sound of the river waves, the birds in flight, and the all-encompassing sunlight.

Ji Mingzheng stood in the sky, enjoying immense freedom.

(End of this chapter)