Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 306 Shared Fate Wooden Carving!

'What's this? ’

Inside a ten-meter square prismatic space constructed of white jade.

As soon as the third-stage cultivator in purple landed, the teleportation array behind him vanished without a trace, as if mercury had evaporated.

He subconsciously took a half step back and pressed himself against the cold wall, his Adam's apple bobbing as his gaze suddenly froze.

His gaze fell upon a life-size wooden doll sculpture piled up in the southeast corner.

Cold sweat soaked his palms as he warily scanned the surroundings.

He realized with some unease that there was no spatial membrane around him that he could escape from, meaning he was completely trapped here.

"Sacrificial artifacts..."

Gazing at the wooden carvings displayed in the distance, Sanzhuan did not choose to make any rash moves, but instead kept watching from afar.

Wood carvings are not uncommon in ritual vessels.

But they are mostly related to abilities like curses and curses.

It would be ridiculous to indiscriminately slash someone and cause mutual destruction.

As the situation reached a stalemate, the wooden carving's face cracked open with scarlet light patterns, like a demonic eye suddenly opening.

Immediately, the wooden joints emitted a teeth-grinding grinding sound, and it stretched its limbs and stood up like a living person.

clack clack clack-

The next instant, to the astonished gaze of the three-turn purple-clad figure, ripples appeared on the bark-like skin, and the facial features began to distort and reshape.

In a fleeting instant, the height of the cheekbone, the curve of the jawline, and even the old scar at the corner of the left eye were all imprinted in the wood grain without any discrepancy.

The other person's appearance was exactly the same as his!

Even her hair, hands, feet, and clothes were completely transformed into her exact appearance, except that they were all made of solid wood.

This is a one-to-one proportional replication.

The woman in purple, already on high alert, immediately assumed a defensive stance: 'If appearance and clothing can be replicated, then what about the mind and inheritance…'

"boom!"

Almost instantly, the wooden sculpture pushed off the jade brick with its left leg, and with a deafening blast, the wooden sculpture's two fingers pierced the eyes of the woman in purple.

The third level of mastery even allows one to see the starlight swirling around the opponent's fingertips, which is the Star-Seeking Finger technique he has used for over a hundred years.

The woman in purple was shocked. Her left foot, imbued with true energy, took root in the ground, and her upper body leaned back.

His waist was almost bent at a right angle, and two gusts of wind grazed past the tip of his nose as he narrowly avoided the finger stabs with a strangely shaped iron bridge.

It's now!

Taking advantage of the moment before the wooden carving's finger pierced the ground, his right leg, brimming with true energy, was suddenly released like a taut bowstring.

A powerful kick landed squarely on the belly of the wooden carving.

Amidst the flying sawdust, the body was kicked backward and crashed into the wall, leaving a dent on its chest and abdomen that perfectly matched the sole of his boot.

At the same time, a triumphant smile appeared on the purple-clad woman's face.

Trying to copy his techniques, which he's used for over a hundred years, to fight him is like showing off your skills before an expert.

If it weren't for the absolute certainty of success, the wood carving could have been given to the decapitated owl upon first sight.

"puff--"

He struck successfully, but instead, blood gushed from the purple-clad man's mouth. He staggered, clutching his abdomen, which was now turning purplish-blue.

Almost instantly, he understood the wooden carving's ability: "Trade injury for injury."

'Damn it, how am I supposed to fight this?'

Looking at the wooden carving with a footprint embedded in its abdomen, the woman in purple furrowed her brows tightly and felt a desire to retreat.

This kind of wood carving, which is fearless of death and injury and fights with its life on the line, will always be at a disadvantage no matter how you fight it.

The only thing that relieved him was that the wooden carving didn't kill itself right away; otherwise, he would have had no chance of survival.

Before he could think any further, the wooden sculpture in front of him had already assumed the familiar starting stance and was attacking him with the Heavenly Gang Step.

When the opponent's left foot stepped on the Kun position, the air exploded with a shrill whistling sound as the sound barrier was torn apart, and the afterimage blocked all escape routes.

……

"Why is there still no movement?"

Inside the initial white jade room, after about ten seconds, the stubble-faced man tapped the jade wall with his knuckles, producing a muffled sound. "Most likely, like the previous teleportation portal, it's a restricted area, allowing entry but not exit," the black-robed elder sighed, and without calling on the other third-stage cultivators to scout ahead, he went in alone.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

The moment the old man in the black robe stepped inside, the sonic boom nearly blew off his hood.

The old man squinted and saw that the purple-clad warrior was locked in combat with a wooden sculpture that looked and dressed the same.

The wooden carving had a clear boot imprint on the concave part of its chest and abdomen, but otherwise it was unharmed.

On the contrary, the purple-clad warrior was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and was desperately dodging the attacks.

"Weird..."

The old man in black robes was puzzled. With his experienced eyes, he could see that Zi Yi had repeatedly found flaws in the wood carving and instinctively wanted to retaliate, but he had forcibly held back.

The old man spoke slowly, his mind transforming into demonic energy that surged within his body:

"Imprisonment!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire space-time seemed to freeze, and the wooden carving and the three purple-clad figures were both frozen in mid-air.

At this moment, the old man slowly asked, "What's the story behind this wood carving?"

"Be careful, sir. This wooden carving can replicate someone's appearance, strength, moves, heritage, and mindset. Any damage it causes will be returned to the opponent."

The man in purple robes turned his attention to the Dao, and then his expression suddenly turned gloomy, because he heard a familiar sound.

clack clack clack-

The two turned their heads with difficulty and saw the wooden carving, as if melted wax, reshape into the old man's deeply furrowed face, emerging from the binding spell.

'To think... even a fourth-tier character can be copied.' Both of them felt a sense of foreboding at the same time.

At the same time, the boy-like Fourth Transformation also appeared.

His gaze fell on the wooden sculpture with the face of an old man: "What happened?"

"Don't hurt him!" The old man in black robes warned urgently through his mind: "Be careful, this thing can copy other people's abilities and reflect all the injuries it causes."

The old man in black robes repeated exactly what the man in purple had said, and then said, "He has now copied my abilities, so be careful not to kill him."

Upon hearing the old man's words, the boy paused, then nodded and said, "I understand, leave it to me."

As they talked, a fist-sized ball of blazing white fire condensed in the palm of the wooden carving, causing the temperature in the room to rise wildly, and even the air to distort into liquid ripples.

'The Five Demon Sect's fourth-circle magic, the Great Fireball?'

The boy stood in front of the two, his expression unwavering as he stared at the wooden carving before him.

The next instant, the blazing white fireball was directly imprinted on the boy's face.

The white flames, powerful enough to melt anything, exploded into countless sparks on his face. The residual heat from the splashes raised the temperature of the entire space by tens of thousands of degrees, yet it could not harm the boy's cheeks.

Subsequently, the other third and fourth level cultivators, unaware of the truth, poured into this space like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

After the old man explained, he watched with a gloomy expression as the boy restrained the wooden carving with his body.

Even the aftershocks of the fourth-stage revolver were enough to overwhelm the third-stage revolvers nearby, with four of them being vaporized by the flying sparks.

The old man in black robes simply put a shield on these third-tier cultivators.

After the dark blue shield blocked the aftershocks, these three waves stopped causing further casualties.

The situation has reached a stalemate, as everyone who enters the room is unable to leave, effectively confined as if imprisoned.

As the stalemate continued, several dozen breaths later, the six jade walls behind them began to glow faintly with the light of teleportation arrays.

"So, as long as we can maintain the stalemate for a hundred breaths, we can teleport again," Zi Yi analyzed.

But then, looking at the teleportation portals around them, they were stumped again: where should they be teleported to?

"Go back the way you came!" the old man in black robes shouted. "Let's go back to the original room and discuss this again there."

As if granted a pardon, the crowd rushed towards the wall they had come from, but the young man forced the wooden carving back with his palms.

As he turned around, the cuffs of his brocade robe had already turned into wisps of ashes, and then his figure disappeared into the space.

The space shifted, and everyone left the original room once again, a look of lingering fear flashing in their eyes.

"Looks like you guys are doing well, only four people are missing."

A leisurely voice came from the side. Fang Can leaned against the jade wall, looked at everyone, and then chuckled softly:
"Gentlemen, would you be interested in a short-term collaboration?"

(End of this chapter)